Primordial Werewolf Novels & Stories

“I know about him because of all the temples. I don’t actually know anything about werewolf religion.” “Most people don’t. But since you’re going to be my alphas mate, you should. Endymion was the first being in the universe. He created us from the stars then turned himself into the moon and his wife, Soleil, into the sun so that they could watch their creations together. But their creations needed someone to protect them from the things that lurked in the shadows. And so, werewolves were created.” Nora raised an eyebrow. “Werewolves were created to keep humans safe?”

The corners of his eyes still crinkled with mirth, but it was evident that he was starting to see the logic behind my seemingly outrageous plan. Seeing Peter laugh at my joke, I couldn't help but join in. On the surface, it appeared I was just poking fun at myself, but deep down, I was being entirely serious. Ever since the last resurrection ritual, nearly all my werewolf powers had been drained, and as a result, my form had undergone a transformation—I had indeed become a small wolf dog, petite and with a coat of pure white fur. This change initially filled me with insecurity; after all, I used to be a strong, imposing white wolf, and now I had turned into something so “adorable.”

"Do you know what a Primordial is?" "To my understanding, they are really old demons who have gained their strength from their years alive." "Yes, but Primordial's can also be werewolves. They are the most powerful werewolves in existence, no werewolf can match their power. They possess some abilities that normal werewolves don't. Their abilities are at their peak during a full moon, that's after they have mated. And they have heightened and enhanced senses of hearing, sight, smell, and taste." Henry explained.

the man said. Caroline couldn't control her anger. She forgot whatever her bodyguard told her not to change herself into wolf, no matter whatever happened. otherwise the power of the thread that she had in her hand would not work. slowly her body changed into a dark brown wolf, started howling at the moon and growling at them. Looking at her, they smiled at each other. " Dad, what to do now with her?" Levi asked his dad. "She has to die, so she will die." he said, " I want to be the alpha leader of that big pack and your mom will be the alpha female. You will be the owner of that big company."

“Hmmm” “Now I want you to know something, you're not just a werewolf prince son, you're not just an Alpha Prince, you're no ordinary Alpha prince, you're a Primordial, that is the reason for your great super speed but you're still nineteen son and you have not fully turned into your Primordial form, and that's why I've been postponing the Pack race, because I want you to be able to turn into your true form so you can use your powers in fighting the enemies, that is why I said you're a special breed son, your type is rare and born once In a century, I was blessed to have you son, it was an overseer said it years back that a Primordial will be born in our generation and it turned out to be you

"Can I stay here for a day or two? I don't think I'm ready to go back there. " "You can stay for as long as you want." Sydney's lips curved into a smirk. "Thanks, man." Michael said, patting Sydney's shoulder. "So do you know what kind of werewolf I am?" "You're a primordial werewolf." Sydney spoke without delay and Michael shuffled on the couch to face him. The look in his eyes told Sydney that he needed to say more. He got the memo and continued. "Primordial werewolves have been in existence since 70,000 BC. They were strong, fast and aggressive. They could literally do things other werewolves couldn't. In the 1880s, they were attacked by avians, both phoeni

Introduction Primordial Werewolves: Are the most powerful werewolves in existence and no normal werewolf can match their power. They possess some abilities that a normal werewolf doesn't have. The primordial Alphas are stronger enough on their own even without a pack. They are dangerously savage beasts that can decapitate others with little effort. They are cruel and stronger than the original werewolves. Without their mates, they go on a rampage. Primordial Vampires: Are the first vampire species. They are the vampire counterparts of the primordial werewolves and, as such, are the most powerful vampires in existence.

Her pendant—two wolfsbane branches circling opposed helms—snapped and skittered across the gravel, spinning to a stop in a coppery smear. They dragged. She changed. The growl rose first—wet, subterranean—before the body followed. Bones unzipped and reset; sinew braided and surged; fur erupted through skin. In a breath, where Sara had been, a towering brown werewolf stood, eyes molten gold. Her left arm tore free. The blond didn’t even scream as her claws opened him face to gut, a red curtain dropping in one stroke. “The—fuck—RUN!” the big one choked. Three bolted, boots collapsing into slapstick panic. She didn’t chase.

"Have you ever heard of the Primordial?" A frown makes my forehead crease. "No. No, I don't think so. Why? What about them and what do they have to do with me?" He nods his head slowly. "Good. If you had heard about them, then they weren't discreet enough." He flashed me a small smile before being serious again. "Rumors have it that they were the first werewolves to exist, being direct descendants from the Firsts-" I snorted, interrupting him. "And you believe that crap?"

His grandpa laughs, trying to ease off a bit of tension felt in the air. Blake sighs. He closes his eyes and puffs his cheeks as his hand comes over his nose and pinches it. "There is one other thing that is lethal to a primordial vampire Blake." His grandpa lowers his head. His eyes water and a lump forms on his throat. "Well!.... spill it gramps... what is it? I'll do whatever it takes." He sighs and looks melancholic towards Blake. "The pure blood of a primordial werewolf. But, just the same, the blood of a pure Primord vampire is lethal to a Primord wolf."