The Primordial Record Novels & Stories

However, when had things ever been truly easy for her? "How come the yin qi from these plants are so pathetically miserable? Not even one out of a millionth primordial yin was produced!" What was primordial yin? It was the progenitor of yin, the purest and earliest form of yin among the entire multiple universes created by her father, Primordial Chaos Hun Dun. How many thousands, if not millions, of years had it been since her main body was destroyed? With that much time passing by, it would have been a miracle of several millennia if the yin qi in these plants were blessed with even one percent purity of its original form.

"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."

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."

After an amount of time inconceivable for a normal human, the psionic storm eventually asks the question, “why am I doing this?” This question starts a cascade of other questions which slowly but surely make the storm more intelligent. With enough time, time that is uncountable for humans, the storm becomes aware of itself and slowly it compresses the storm into what one could call, a primordial soul due to its nature coming directly from the void. A primordial soul is a soul with so much psionic power that it could technically cause the creation of a galaxy. Bigger primordial souls can theoretically create another universe. In the entire history of humankind, there have been only 2 cases of

" Her delighted little laugh was like a knife twisting into his heart. It had been a joke? Vivian claimed she had been hit by a car that night, but it had all been nothing more than a cruel joke. Because of that ridiculous lie, he ended up trading away our unborn child. Just then, a rescuer ran over, breathless. "Mr. Fuller! We found Mrs. Fuller's phone!" Ethan snatched it. After trying several passwords, it was unlocked with his own birthday. In the phone's trash folder, the most recently deleted file was a video. In it, I was seated at my worktable, the wall behind me covered with sketches and inspiration notes. I looked into the camera, my eyes filled with the familiar affection he once t

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.

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

He exhaled slowly, as if my ignorance physically pained him. “The Shift,” he began, “was the first moment the world changed. When the moon touched the earth and chose the first wolves. When man and beast merged. When power took physical form.” He turned the candle in his fingers, letting its blue flame dance across his skin. “But before that moment,” he continued, “there were beings who roamed the world freely. Beings made of pure essence. Pure strength. Pure destruction. They were called The Primals.” I blinked. “Primal… like primal wolves?”

“And they specifically asked for you.” Alessia glanced between them. “What are the Primals? Another Empire?” Ianthe entered the room with the calm of someone who already expected chaos. “No. They’re older.” Ariadne followed, her footsteps soft, her expression unreadable. “Much older.” Alessia’s stomach tightened. “Can someone please tell me what a Primal is?” Kael stood, moving to her side protectively. “The Primals are the Luminary world’s original guardians—beings touched by the first luminous streams before the Empires even existed. They rarely interfere in Conclave matters.”