Primordial Sin System Novels & Stories

God, I must have gotten so addicted to having him in me to be like that. "Why?" I question and Sinclair hums, leaning forward to press his lips against my forehead before moving back with a smile on his face. "Because I want to spend the rest of the night in your arms, babe. No fucking. Just you with your arms around me. " Babe? He fúcking called me babe! Inevitably isn't the first one but truly the first time he's saying it like THAT. In a way that makes my body tremble with need.

Embossed on the stranger's coat lapel was a small, silver pin shaped like an inverted triangle intertwined with an open eye—the ancient crest of The Primordial Order, a mythical faction that corporate historians believed had vanished before the industrial revolution. "The Primordial Order isn't a corporate syndicate or a banking cartel," Adrian growled, his silver eyes flashing with a dark, tempestuous fury. "They are the original architects of the bloodline contracts—the shadow council that invented the debt system our grandfathers spent their lives trying to destroy." "And they didn't just steal a corporate ledger from London," Elena added, her voice ringing clear, regal, and cold as absol

Chapter 4: Addicted to the Badge The next night arrived heavy with anticipation. Ryan stood outside the back entrance of the precinct, heart hammering against his ribs as the humid air clung to his skin. He had barely slept, his body still sore and marked from Officer Jax Harlan’s rough claiming. Every time he shifted, he felt the ghost of that thick cock stretching him open, the deep thrusts that had ruined him for anyone else. He told himself he was only here to avoid real trouble, but the ache between his legs and the way his cock twitched at the memory proved otherwise. He needed more.

"But these pre-cataclysmic texts speak of an older era—before the sun and moon were bound to the sky. An era ruled by the Primordial Frost." "The Primordial Frost?" Marcus frowned. "Is it another shifter tribe?" "No," Aurelia shook her head. "They were not shifters, nor were they beings of elemental mana. They were the primordial static—beings born from the cold void before the world's core ignited. When the First Sovereign and the Sun Queen created the Primarch’s Crucible, they didn't just regulate the world's mana... they sealed the Primordial Frost deep beneath the glaciers of the far North."

"You assume you are infertile. But perhaps it is your husbands who are infertile. It is their seed that is cursed, not your womb." He paused, letting the words sink in. " And my cock…" he touched himself, "my cock is a Holy cock. Blessed by my god. It carries the power to open what has been closed." She stared at him, her mind reeling. This is wrong and insane. But another voice whispered inside her. What if this is the answer? She looked at him; he looked back. "I know it sounds strange," he said. "But faith is strange, is it not? The ways of my god are not our ways."

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."

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.

Waylon said with a frown. Dante chuckled, “Baby, don’t believe that bullshit. If you want to put reincarnation into perspective, although the sins are not dead, it would be an inheritance through chance like, for instance; Wrath is the strongest, but none of his kids would inherit the sin of Wrath and maybe Grayson or Jasper’s child would or a rogue in the wild. One way you can identify a potential Sin is in the way they act. I am always lazy but sometimes there could be no sign. Our little bae might inherit Valentino’s sin of Envy, but he found us as a substitute for parents and is happy.” Waylon was so glad Dante was done talking. Shaking his head he said, “Honey talk to much.”

She wiped my tears and gave me a tender smile, “I have seen the way he looks at you, I know he’s into you… trust me, you can revenge on him by making him believe that you can fall in love with him too,” "B...But, I can't... I can't love a man who kills, rapes, sins without acknowledging, I can't ever love him," I hiccupped again, my chest blocked with anxiety. If he could kill anyone, he would kill me too, as easily as blowing the dust away from the tip of his fingers.

I said and they almost cheered. "Boss? why Sin? which power is sin?" one of them asked. "Of course, it's us you fool. Land of Mercy, Milan. Sin, Rome" Theon answered and they all smirked, a certain vibe filled the air stunning me 'I hope they are not planning to fuck out all the brains of our females?' Theon looked at me and smirked too as if knowing what I was thinking. "Now, let's discuss how we will attack," I said with the hope that everything would die down but I did not. Even though they are all paying attention to me but it seems like the Sin atmosphere has come to stay. "The land of mercy will attack the first head leader base this night and wipe them out silently but we will make it