Primordial Spirits Novels & Stories

“The cosmic force of dissolution, the counterpart to the Primordial that your children merged with. It’s come to erase your universe back to nothing.” The Anti-Primordial manifests as absence given form, as the concept of ending made tangible, and its presence makes everything around us start to fade. “How do we fight something made of dissolution itself?” Elara asks desperately. “You don’t,” the Progenitor says. “But your children might.” The air shimmers and the New Primordial projects itself back into our reality, my god-children’s combined consciousness focusing on the threat. “Mama,” they say through the entity. “We can fight the Anti-Primordial but we need an anchor in this reality to

Dimitri said. “The Big Three?” Aaron asked. “Chaos, Eros, and Gaia are the Primordial Deities that brought our world into existence.” Dimitri explained. “So, you value what they are but not me?” I asked him. “You are different. You have humanity in you, they are all God or Goddess. What are those tattoos?” Dimitri said eyeing my sides. “Those are her Soul Mate Marks. Her essence changed too. And she has Wings. Wings Dad.” DJ said excited.

The Gods themselves clashed in the a final battle when the lands became weak and they saw the chance for one to rein supreme over all. The Spirits, Weavers and Fey saw the end of the world, saw the Deep and Fiends sought to ruin the beauty for the sake of bloodshed, with no regard for bringing an end to the suffering and fires. To save those unable to stop the madness that cursed their planet, a madness they helped create. The Spirits, beings of pure energy, formed physical shapes when the Deep attacked the surface. the Weavers, creatures of the first magic, gifted the Spirits with ways to channel their powers, allowing them shapeshifting.

I didn't know that the moon goddess had so many children. "Yeah, not many people do." Kole says. "Those Elder bastards made sure about that." Kole added, sounding really displeased. They were scraped out of history by the Elders. "What is the enemiety between the elders and the Primordials?" I ask. That was another thing I really couldn't understand. Why were the Elders trying to make the entire werewolf world believe that the primordials were extinct.

These mystical days came from the fairy place. Vicky and his friends would gather the fruits in their shirts, the fabric bulging with the free treasure. Laughter and shouts of glee accompanied their foraging, as they revelled in the simple joy of the rainy season. The cemetery's eerie silence was forgotten amidst the revellry, the ancient trees standing guard over their secret paradise. The place where gloom fled away. As the dark clouds gathered, threatening to unleash a downpour, the boys would scurry to collect as many fruits as possible, their hearts racing with the thrill of the adventure.

"Just this once. You can ask me anything you want to know." Lyda's face lit up with glee. "What were you telling me before?" she asked without hesitation. "About the ones called the Twins?" For a moment, Iris looked as though she was about to regret this decision, but she immediately shrugged it off and proceeded to lose herself in everything she knew about the Spirits, particularly the ones that Lyda wanted to learn about. She told her about the great Spirit of the Sky, who gave birth to the patron deity of their ancestors: the Light Spirit, Sel. She told her that it was Sel who preserved the light of the world in the moon, to protect the world from the Darkness when the sun sank over the h

“Rise, my lambs. My darlings. Rise.” Cornelius Pritchard came ahead. Smiling. He heard something nearby, and then noticed the ghostly shapes surrounding him in the nighttime mist: dangerous silhouettes materializing, low to the ground, panting, their rough breath jetting. The smile died on his lips. Dogs. Big ones, their eyes glowing like red coal embers in the gloom, hackles raised. Hundreds. “What is this?” he rasped, faltering. Pritchard recognized a few of them, some of the ones he’d drugged and stolen from yards to practice his fledgling knife work upon. Yet here they were, back again, spectral . . . the unclean, detestable beasts. At his back, in front. All around him, dotting the fiel

"If She is our mother, why must she abandon us with our fathers?" I had so many questions in my head right now. I needed to codify them and specify their pinnacle. That way, I could gradually understand everything. "Hmm..." Humming, she stroked her chin. "Good question." Her eyes were sauntering the soft, lush grass dancing with the breeze while the birds chirping filled the reverberating silence. "Since Mother is the primordial celestial being and created this mundane realm, She has been observing the mortals. Out of nowhere, She just thought of searching for Her mates by disguising Herself as human-like and wandering around until She was pregnant; that began with the rest of our sisters an

There were 5 types of spirits in total distinguished by colors, in ascending order, according to their respective powers — pink, blue,yellow, green and purple spirits. The first was 'pink spirits' or in other words the most normal and common spirits found in that world. Pink spirits were called 'The spirits of defense', indeed as the name suggests, the spirits could manifest different kinds of barriers, walls or even a sphere but no larger than 5-metres radius.

Downer, in the afternoon I read books in the library and in the evening I practice magic until the wee hours of the morning. From what I read in the book, there is knowledge about the 6 Dragons and 6 Spirits overlord magic. At the beginning of the creation of the world, 6 main Spirits and Dragons were created respectively. Spirits have the basic elements of magic such as Water, Fire, Wind, Earth as well as black and white magic. Spirits are placed in parallel worlds because their population increases with the addition of humans. Spirits don't have a physical body, so they don't reproduce nor can they exist in the human world without a physical body.