Primordial Werewolf Novels & Stories

"Wait, I am confused. If Grayson's biological dad is human and you were human at the time, how is Grayson a hybrid?" "Well, he was never a human. My angel powers laid dormant until I found Derric. So even if I didn't meet Derric Grayson would still have bee an angel. When Derric marked me it changed my baby and made him a werewolf. It all worked out in the end. I was just lucky." "I'll say. It still is amazing. Grayson's future is bright. He will be able to do, so much more than any mere werewolf."

he said. “I am listening,” I replied. “See I come from a long line of wolves called the primordial wolf,” he said with a smile. I widened my eyes. I have read about this in the past, in fact, my tutors had told me tales of these wolves. They were the first wolves, the ones that were tied to the first curse that brought about werewolves. They said they had a ridiculously long life and were functionally immortal. “You…?” I muttered. “Yes, and you see my twin brother is not. Our mother committed an abomination during our birth. She basically slept with two men, if you catch my speed so yeah. I ended up with my primordial father's DNA. Alan ended up with the other side,” he said.

The gallant Alpha bellowed in his fierce voice, echoing through the darkness. At Nicholas’s command, the werewolf’s eyes widened as they frantically scanned the ground with brewing anxiety. Not just him, but the whole pack knew that Levi was no ordinary foe. He was the Ultima, the most difficult position in the werewolf hierarchy to attain. The position was also higher than an Alpha, and like that wasn't enough, he was a descendent of the very first and most powerful set of werewolves to ever exist —the Primordials.

"So I just don't shift." The analyzer chimed. She crossed to it, read the results. Her breath caught. "What?" he said. "Damon." She looked up, eyes wide. "Your gene. It's not just ancient." "Don't tell me I'm a demon." Worse. "You're a *primal*." The word meant nothing to him. The fear in her voice meant everything. "Aurelia." He took her wrist, gentle. "What's a primal?" "It's the first wolf. The original. The one all others descend from. They were the ones who *made* the Moon Bond. Who set the rules of matehood." She swallowed. "If you wake it up. If you fully express. You don't just become a wolf."

"What do you think you'll transform into this time?" His two friends laughed loudly. "A flea wolf!" "A forest rat!" "Hahaha!" Raven gritted his teeth. It hurt. Not from the push. But because they might be right. Tomorrow was a very important day. The Blood Moon Festival only happens once every five years. On that night, the moon's energy reached its peak. Teenagers who had turned eighteen would undergo a ritual to awaken their true powers. Some became Betas. Some became Gammas. A few talented ones might even become Alphas. It all depended on each werewolf's abilities.

"Primordial energy is not something that can be manufactured or conjured from thin air. It is the very essence of an ancient wolf.. It is a life force." He stepped closer to a claw mark, tracing the edge of the stone with a finger. "For these creatures to carry that energy, it means a primordial wolf must have been drained of his power or killed in the process of its extraction. The energy is the soul, when it is taken away, the primordial dies. Someone is harvesting the blood of the ancients to create these monsters." A heavy, suffocating silence fell over the group. The idea that someone was hunting down the descendants of the first wolves to fuel a nightmare army was enough to make even t

Her touch was gentle, almost yearning, like she was greeting a forgotten god who once ruled the stars and now slumbered beneath the crust of a dying world. “The Firstborn were the original werewolves—not cursed humans, not turned by bite or blood. They were born of raw, untamed magic, forged in the primordial storms where gods dared not tread. Children of gods and monsters, they were the first pulse of wildness in a world still learning to breathe. They weren’t just beasts—they were elemental truths, each heartbeat a howl of creation and destruction. To witness one was to stand in the presence of nature’s fury made flesh.”

When we pulled apart the arguments began. "So we all know im going to be the god-father." "Are you mental, im going to be the god-father." "You guys can't even tie your own shoes, thats why its going to be me." And it went on for about another hour, I think it went on longer but I wouldn't know since the girls took me to the hospital, along with Kyle to check how far along I am. In werewolf preganancy it usuaully last along four months, but since Kyle's an Alpha its quicker, I think maybe two months.

"All werewolves have mates, so do you!" All of his gestures, actions and words were very gentle but carried a majesty that only Alpha King had. Maybe Alpha King really didn't want to scare me, only he was born with a majesty and his special aura. "I know." I nodded and shook my head again. "All normal werewolves have mates but I'm no ordinary werewolf, my mom, my grandmother are all human. I was born and raised in a human society, my whole family lives as human beings, we fall in love and break up when we're out of love, we get married and maybe divorce."

All destruction he did on his twenty-second birthday had costs a million. He was glad that only him, his dad and Reagan was there. He was so embarrassed. He didn’t know that he transformed into the Ultima wolf that time since it was also full moon. But that was the reason why he was living on a condominium right now. His mom wrote her a letter and had his condominium as a gift. Now, in front of the waiter and the menu of drinks, he just ordered a juice and told them that he’s allergic to alcohol.