Primordial Sin System Novels & Stories

Liora hesitated for a moment, her luminous form rippling with a cascade of colors before answering, "Yes, and more. It is not just a force but an entity, one that predates even the Song of the Ancients." Niamh, her fingers unconsciously fidgeting with a pendant she wore—a keepsake from her guardian initiation—asked, "An entity? One that's powerful enough to merge realms?" Liora's eyes, pools of ancient wisdom, locked onto Niamh's. "It is known as The Primordial. A being from a time when realms were but a singular existence. It seeks to return all to that state of oneness, but not in harmony. In dominance."

She walked behind a podium, there was a book kept open. "Read this ". I began to read what was in the book. It was about Heart of Gold . After I was done I asked what this was . "I have been doing research on this for a long time. In our world there were very few who were born with this cosmic myth. If a supernatural creature is born during the time of a certain cosmic pattern during a full moon night . They are born with certain powers. They have powers of healing of ancient healers. Their blood can give new lives and sacrifice their heart can give a new life to the dead or a powerful supernatural creature can gain more power".

He was by no means someone with immense willpower, but he was driven by a different and more positive outlook on life, which might be a twisted perception of his insane mind and his chaotic soul. Chaos decided to check his faction now. [Faction: [Primordial Evil: Galaxy's Calamity (Forced Faction Due to Curse)] You are the Primordial Evil, your act of pure evil had hurt millions of beings all across the galaxy, and you are perhaps the embodiment of all that is wrong and naught. Due to this, you're qualified as a Galaxy-level Calamity and every other Faction must seek your extermination if they want to keep the Galaxy existing as it is.

God, what sort of punishment is this? You brought in a hot lady from your church and placed her in my household. You already know that I’m addicted to sin. Is this your way of telling refraining or encouraging me to continue? Andre thought to himself as she looked down at her puckered lips that was in a frightened pout. They look so inviting. This woman had turned him into a patient battling insanity. He hadn’t had a decent sleep in ages and the worst past of everything was he hasn’t screwed anyone ever since she made that declaration of being friends.

Every page I turned whispered of forgotten gods and blood-pacts lost to history. Then I saw it — the same spiral mark etched faintly in the margin of a brittle manuscript. Bobby noticed my pause. “Found something?” I nodded slowly. “It’s a mark of the Primals.” “The what now?” he asked bemused. “Before wolves and vampires split, before magic was bound to the moon — there were the Primals. Beings of pure essence. The first-born of the old world.” Bobby frowned. “Those are myths.” “So were vampires until you met one,” I said dryly.

Perfect. “See you soon.” He’d written it himself, fog blooming from his mouth in the cold like smoke from a sermon. She’d see it when she came home, her pretty mouth falling open in that little O of shock he used to love so much. She thought she was safe with that big bastard in her house. Cute. She thought she was strong now. Even cuter. Eden Cross had carried his sins once without even knowing it. Signed her name to accounts she’d never opened. Smiled beside him in church while his assistant—God bless Tiffany—warmed his bed after evening service.

“Run.” The silver Source’s voice cut through chaos. Not a suggestion. A command wrapped in terror Lena had never heard from it before. She didn’t run. Couldn’t. Her eyes locked on the thing fighting the third Source. It was massive. Shapeless. Like darkness given weight. Where it touched, reality broke. Cracked. Bled something that wasn’t blood. “What is that?” she demanded. “The Primal. The thing that birthed all Sources. The original hunger from which all others descended.” The silver Source pulled her backward. “It should be sleeping. Has been sleeping for millennia. But we woke it. By changing. By evolving. By becoming something other than pure appetite.”

“Sin dumme-maranii. Maran dumme-Sinia.” All Sins are humans; all humans are Sins. The king’s curse made it impossible to detect a Sin’s existence. One cannot be born as a Sin and a Sin cannot give birth to a Sin. It cannot be controlled by anyone nor anything. Only fate will determine. The moment all Sins turned to ash, stories and theories about them spread like wild fire. Through the mist of misleading plots and opinions, only a few people truthfully know what really happed at that moment.

And it was trapped inside the body of a girl I had treated like garbage for eighteen years. The irony wasn't lost on me. "Get some sleep," I told Daren. "I need you clear-headed tomorrow." He wandered off toward his tent, and I was alone again with my thoughts. The truth was, I didn't fully understand what Sylari had become. The vaelth spoke of something called the Primordial, an ancient force that predated all the races, something the Moon Goddess herself had tried to destroy and failed. They said Sylari was its vessel, its prison, its cage.