Primordial Spirits Novels & Stories

"Unless something else is." Through the bond, I felt Kael's recognition before he spoke. "The things I saw when I was dead. They are coming through." "What things?" Queen Elara demanded, striding up with fifty warriors at her back. "I do not know what to call them. Not Void entities—something older. Something that existed before the Void Emperor. Before cosmic order itself." Kael's hand moved to his blade instinctively. "The golden entity called them the Primordials. Said they were sealed away eons ago because they could not be destroyed. Only contained."

His surrounding embers cracked and behind the spirit, the goat head remains with twisty horns also embodied and stood above the altar, like a young adult, a manlike quadruped with a goat head, hooves, and claw-like hands. “A spirit of harvest, Ditiori, a name substantiated from the meaning ‘make them grow’, is on oath that he will live like a mortal bestowed with conjuring powers and on his death become a spirit again to go home to the spirit world of Mundu. Therefore, never shall a wicked, a fallen, enter its rest.”

But other texts detailed them eating flesh and blood of anyone they set their eyes on. As for how they came into being, there were various beliefs, but there were two widely known ones. The first one, they were spirits of babies that died before they could see the world. This could mean fetuses that got miscarried or aborted, or fetuses that died on or before childbirth. Because they ‘returned to earth without experiencing life’, they turned into that kind of vengeful creature. The second one, they were spirits of babies that got thrown or lost in the wild.

The air itself seemed to vibrate with the ancient power channeled through the united spirits within the stones. As the crystals merged, a sudden surge of heat emanated from the center of the altar. The ambient temperature rose, and with an ethereal flicker, the united crystals ignited into a magnificent flame. The fire, not of earthly origin but a manifestation of the spirits' energy, rose with a dance that mirrored the spirits' ethereal nature. The hooded figure observed the transformation with a quiet acknowledgment. "The spirits have accepted your truth," they spoke, their words carrying the weight of mystical authority. "Now, witness the revelations that the flames of the ancestral spiri

" I sit and she transfers her power to me. I can feel the heat in my body. It hurts a lot, but I know I have to endure it. I need to take the Alpha’s head tomorrow morning. *** Note. (Primordial wolves are the most powerful werewolves in existence and no werewolf can match their power. They possess the ability that normal werewolves don’t. They are aggressive and extremely powerful. They are very strong and intelligent. They are vengeful and cruel and extremely enchanted, with keen senses of hearing, sight, smell, and taste.)

A milky white orb emerged from Freya's primordial spirit, which Chad grasped in his hand. Freya's primordial spirit then became vacant, turning into a divine general who would obey Chad's commands. At that moment, Miss Sixth opened the Mystic Archive, pulling Chad and Freya into its world. The orb in Chad's hand dispersed upon entering, transforming into a new realm within the Mystic Archive. The archive's world expanded significantly, and the distant Yggdrassil became incredibly clear. As she looked at Freya's primordial spirit, Miss Sixth exclaimed in shock, "Oh, my! This is a true immortal's primordial spirit, a level achievable only in the realm of immortals after ascension."

I said, “but you no longer remember why it was written. You call me an anomaly because I do not fit within the cages you built. You call me dangerous because I did not forget what you wanted buried.” One of the ancients stepped forward, his form massive, his presence pressing like a storm. “Then speak it,” he said. “What do you claim we buried?” I exhaled slowly. “The truth,” I said. “About the beginning.” The chamber stilled. “Before packs,” I continued, my voice steady, “before councils, before titles and bloodlines, there were Primordials. Wolves born not of hierarchy, but of purpose. Keepers, not rulers. Forces shaped by the land itself, bound to it, not above it.”

The voice slithers through the ruins, wrapping around my spine, curling like smoke through the cracks in my soul. Did you really think you could unmake me? That tearing their chains would silence me? The air freezes. The light flickers. And from the wound in the sky, it steps through. Not a shadow. Not a man. A god. No—worse than that. The Primordial. Its shape is a lie. A thousand forms at once, shifting like smoke and silk, eyes blooming and blinking and burning out in an endless cycle. Its smile is carved from the bones of night.

They hadn’t expected that the lurking force was actually an evil spirit. The term "evil spirit" sounded deeply malevolent, and for good reason. Evil spirits were dark, corrupt entities that absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Their primary sustenance came from feeding on the power of beasts and humans, disrupting the natural balance. These spirits were often the lingering remnants of beings—whether beasts, humans, or others—who had died but failed to fully disappear. They had instead turned into malevolent beings. Tyron and the Violet Rain Bird's expressions darkened. The former looked at Adrian, feeling helpless. “This lurking creature seems to be at the Divine Stage, on par

he asks, and I shake my head in a negative affirmation. He breathes out. “Let me educate you then. Sometimes I forget that you’re a newbie goddess.” “The primordial deities were the first to be born into existence. They are the first race of gods and goddesses. They were astronomical and their forms were elemental and cosmic but that was way before they figured out how to shape themselves into physical beings. There are eight of them. Khaos, Gaia, Erebus, Nyx, Tartarus, Hemera, Chronos and Aether”