The Primordial Record Novels & Stories

Fear, guilty. A few other things I haven't yet found words for. Richard let my head lean on his shoulder and says. "Right. Are you listening to me?" I murmur a yes. "Then I'll tell you something good," he says, and then he waits as if he wants to be sure he has my attention. "You're a Primordial, Emma." "The Primordial? What does that mean?" "Your species was recorded in 1,400 B.C. You are the most powerful werewolf on the whole. Your powers possess are mind reading, the ability to heal anybody, and being immune to dark magic and premonition."

Her face is a little wrinkled and her eyes a little deep with her eye bag gathered. She turns to Ma Trisha and the latter nods. “They are rare” Ma Trisha quickly chips in. I sigh and sparkle my ears to get this gist. I am very eager to hear what it is about because the reaction I am getting from Ivy about it clearly means it is really something significant. “Yes I have heard about primordials but then I don’t know much about them. One thing I know is they are strong and extinct” I whine and shrug out of incognizance I guess. For a reason I

However, Evasive Killing signified a glow that was touched by both the edict and chaos. "A primordial glow" the 1st averred. Ray nodded at his uncle's words. Those were his exact thoughts. Primordial glows were glows that were used by forces that were present even before the formation of the Universe Will. These glows were laws that were comprehended by these forces, and had mostly died out when they disappeared. They always kept their name, never choosing to be known by any other. If called by other names they would go into dormancy, never responding to the call. This was why Mane couldn't access it before. He didn't know its name. Until he called it by its true name, it was never going to

--- A loud metallic click echoed through the chamber. The Memory Engine began turning faster. One brass cylinder slowly descended from the ceiling. It stopped directly above the Genesis ledger. A narrow beam of light illuminated a small brass plate. The engraving read: PATERNAL RECORDS --- Before anyone could move... Another voice echoed through the chamber. Not from the recorder. Not from the Engine. From the public address system. Calm. Female. Artificial. PRIMARY AUTHORIZATION ACCEPTED. MATERNAL LINE VERIFIED. PATERNAL RECORD AVAILABLE.

What the hell was happening? "The last standing primordial is in our midst," the seer announced as his eyes never left mine and I hesitantly turned to Nic. "She is from the primordial bloodline, her power pulses through her veins." The man continued and my eyes bulged, mirroring Nic's. I had heard about primordials and their unmatched powers but they were said to be extinct...how could I possibly be one? "It all makes sense now..." Nic muttered to himself and I turned to him.

Adam laughed at his, his lips returning to my neck as he pulled off his own shirt. "I think the word you're looking for is perfect," he said, his hands sliding up my skirt. "No." I said. "That's not it..." "Sexy?" "No." "Then what?" I thought about it for a moment. "Primal." Adam smiled as he pulled off his belt. "Darling, I can show you primal..."

As a monk and a scholar of the ancient ways, Zoran was the pack’s primary connection to the history of their kind. Zoran felt the weight of their collective gaze and let out a heavy sigh. "For the creatures to possess primordial energy... it is a grave omen," he said with a grave voice . "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 lit his cigarette taking a deep puff and coughed, he’s near his deadline blood filthy bastard. “I’ll send someone else to entertain you, just tell me where Aurora is…” I snatched the cigarette from his hand crushing it beneath my foot. “You’ll die early, it’s a wonder how you’re still alive.” I started leaving knowing he has no answers, he’s simply buying time for his son. Azrael can look after this jerk once I'm done finding Aurora. “Ever heard of a term named primordial?” my steps halted as he started speaking. “Don’t you wonder why the scariest of our kind are never mentioned in tales and folk anymore?” I didn’t know what he was talking about but still stood there to find if it’s somet

She read it now. This space was for her record. Not the Old Ones' records — hers. The record of the integration: what she had done and how she had done it and what it had required and what it had produced. The specific account that the first Vessel Prime had left in the smallest chamber, the personal record, the thing Miranda had read three times and wept over quietly — this chamber had been waiting for Miranda's version of that same record. Written in her hand. Describing her experience. Left for whoever came after her the way it had been left for her.

said Gerald—who was completely flabbergasted by this point—as he gave a wry smile. “Well… There are quite a few theories as to how the Herculean Primordial Spirit came to be… While some claimed that it appeared due to the transformation of an immensely powerful person—who owned the Immortal Body—, Liemis rejected that theory. After all, despite thorough investigation, no records about such an incident happening were ever found! However, we did find a very important clue,” replied Zyla as she shook her head.