Primordial Spirits Novels & Stories

I finally understood how human's blood was able to keep this world alive. "The Spirituals worked out amazing. They were also sent to earth. As they had the powers of five most powerful angels and a drop of God's essence in them, they were known as the most powerful creatures living on the earth. That also made them the rulers. Fairies, vampires, werewolves, witches, warlocks, wizards, enchaterts and even dragons were afraid of the Spirituals. God created a very few of them. But do you know, they had the power to reproduce from the angels. Not that angels were going to try anything like that, were they?" He dramatically ended and I giggled. It felt like I was a toddler again, enjoying my stor

“Who are they?” Darius’s gaze darkened. “They are called the Primordials. Beings that existed long before your kind, long before the first werewolf. They are the source of true power, the origin of darkness itself. And they have been awakened by the surge of magic in Fiona’s bloodline.” My breath caught in my throat. Primordials? The origin of darkness? It sounded like something out of a nightmare, but the way Darius spoke made it clear that he believed every word.

Far above, the sky shifted violently. There was more light, more descending shapes. Not one, not two. There were many. The Primordials were coming. That was the beginning of the war with the gods.

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."

The faces of the seven immortal spirits appeared within the swirling light, each radiating a different energy. --- The Immortal Spirits The first spirit, adorned in robes of golden light, spoke with a voice like a thousand bells. “Why have you summoned us, mortal?” Evelyn bowed her head. “My granddaughter and her friends are trapped in the underworld, ensnared by the cursed game. Their lives hang by a thread. I beg of you, grant them your protection and strength to overcome the trials they face.” The second spirit, cloaked in emerald vines, narrowed its glowing eyes. “They tampered with forces beyond their understanding. Why should we intervene?”

Clouds gathered, boosting Saint Primordial's strength to Filosoph Grade with the Primordial Hall's power. The Primordial Hall, now a giant Spiritool, amazed onlookers, traversing the universe like a spaceship. "This is what the legends mean!"

Time did not work properly here. Then we saw them. The Primordials were not beings in any traditional sense. They were concepts given form. Massive presences of pure creation energy that shaped reality through thought alone. Approaching them felt like approaching gods. Like insects crawling toward the sun. My legs wanted to run but I forced myself to keep walking. Someone had to speak first and I was the only one who could do it properly. I stepped forward while my parents tried to pull me back. "Let me do this," I whispered to them. "Please."

pulsing with a frequency that threatened to shatter their bones. Suddenly, the aurora above us curdled. From the shifting mists of the horizon, three figures emerged. They did not look like wolves, and they certainly didn't look like men. They were towering columns of sentient energy—one of liquid fire, one of crystalline ice, and one of absolute, star-flecked shadow. They moved with a predatory grace that made our "Grey evolution" look like a clumsy, half-finished toy. These were the Primordials: the original architects of the wolf-soul, the ones the First Luna had betrayed to build her Foundry.

They were not vampires, they were not witches and they were not warlocks either. They were Primordials, entities born before supernatural bloodlines separated into species. They were the architects of forces, not the wielders of them they were concepts given consciousness. One embodied entropy and another embodied convergence. Then there was one who embodied silence. Another the unbroken law of balance. They did not rule territories, they observed eras. When the first ripple spread across the earth six months ago, they turned their attention briefly toward it. They recognized Inferno. They recognized the Flame Wolf awakening in full bond. And they dismissed it. Not because it was insignifica

"They told me about the prophecy I gave." "They told you?" Iris asked, sounding incredulous. "You didn't remember?" Saoirse shook her head. "I don't remember anything about it. It's the first time it's ever happened to me. Normally, I had visions. But this..." "What was that? Were you...possessed or something?" Saoirse nodded. "Or something. My grandmother said it was the spirits of some of the greatest seers. Sometimes, when they want to pass an important message, they do it through a seer, like me."