Primordial Vampire God System Novels & Stories

she sighed happily at the statement, a glazed look passing over her eyes. “Cade is strong enough, can’t I just have kids with my fucking husband?” I spit out, and to my dismay she laughed harder. “Because Cade can’t have kids. He isn’t from the right bloodline. It has to be someone related to a certain vampire, which Cade is not.” So she didn’t know, or at least didn’t seem to and I certainly wasn’t going to inform her that Cade had done his homework and that he was indeed related. The original vampire had a twin brother, biologically, who had children, who had children and so on. Cade was one of the twins' descendants who just happened to have been made into a vampire, whereas the rest of t

The spire cracks—fissures spreading lightning-fast. Core exposed—pulsing vulnerable. I dive straight in. **Abyssal Canticle**—voice carrying through wards. Swarm screams—HP bars plummeting across HUD. *Ultimate: Swarm Debuff – ninety percent Resistance Down* Julian strikes the core—fangs sinking deep, draining the heart dry. Vampires tear it apart. Charges detonate. The spire explodes—black ichor raining, shockwave flattening lesser beasts. Nest dies—core imploding silent.

Vorare swung a blow aimed at Ethan’s gut, but Ethan blocked it only to be tossed into the air. He hit the ground hard, and stood up again. “And how exactly do I fit in your plans?” Ethan pried, taking another defensive stance. I hated that all I could do was watch as I tightened my fingers around my necklace. “When a Primordial Alpha dies, they release the pure energy rooted in the 'blessing' of being the king of beasts,” Vorare began. “Your death will be cataclysmic enough to tear the seams holding me here. I'll finally be free.”

Blinding, flawless golden light, mixed with deep, twisting veins of Sanguine crimson, erupted from the fissures. The Origin Blood had recognized the key. The Primordial World Tree, dormant since the dawn of creation, was waking up. Massive, colossal roots—each one the size of a mountain range, glowing with absolute, untainted life-force—burst from the crust of the Earth. They didn't just grow; they violently expanded, weaving together at supersonic speeds to form a physical, living armor over the entire planet. 00:10. One of the massive, glowing roots erupted directly beneath Caleb, lifting the exhausted Alpha King and the dying vampire lord high into the air, safely away from the white void

With a thought, the infromation organized itself and, in her minds eye, now appeared a digital window; [SUMMARY] Name: Nya Crimson Age: 19 Condition: Standard Alias: N/A Titles: N/A Classification: Omen Species: High Vampire Rank: N/A Phantasm: Blood Reaper; ability to assimilate abilities from the blood matter of other beings. [Notice: You have been designated a 'Special Existence; REGIS' whose choices may shape the fate of the cosmos. More information will be available at a later point.] She read the details on the window intently, she didn't know how, but she knew that this window was now part of a much grander network that she had access to.

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.

Behind her, Below-Prayer opened wider. Divine names peeled from the little shrines under the freeway and flew into its mouth like moths. The Well Spirit shrieked. The Stove God cursed in three dialects. The system gave me an option so bright it hurt to see. [Total seizure authorized under wartime necessity.] [Targets: all dead contracts, Daniel Hart, minor gods in collapse radius.] [Projected result: Underworld Court rank increase.]

told Kendra to summon the gods so that he could apologize for the War he created and take his punishment. Kendra believed him and summoned all the gods except the moon goddesses, since he did not have to apologize to her. Rafael then proceeded with his apology and near the end he wanted to kiss the god of death hand as a last apology ,but he ended up sinking his fangs into the gods wrist. The god of death were the vampires creator, so when Rafael killed the god, the entire vampire race turned to ash. the rest of the gods and goddesses were so shocked at how it was so each for the vampires to kill their master, so to prevent anyone else from killing their master, the gods took away the gifts

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.

All this while they were under the impression that gods were extremely powerful and without equal; yet a group of gods had fallen to one planet? “It’s nothing strange. Systema was a higher world that had an unusually powerful World Will. With the aid of their World Will, they were able to drive the gods off, but at no small expense. Systema’s World Will entered a deep sleep and their strength fell as a result. Before long, they fought against each other for the few resources left and now, it is a world plagued by war and strive. Although its World Will is awake now, it has grown eccentric and distrustful, and doesn’t pass on its power as easily as it did in the past. Over the past few millio