The Rise Of The Pervert Primordial Novels & Stories

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.

She needs to feel safe, not pushed. Legs shaky, mind a haze of lust, I push to my feet and stumble into the bathroom, flicking on the shower. Hot water cascades over me as I strip off my soaked clothes, groaning low as the steam envelops my throbbing erection. It stands rigid against my stomach, veins bulging, pre-cum already beading at the slit from the earlier torment.

"So we just sit here and watch them rake in the year-end box office?" Theron clasped his hands together, his sharp eyes narrowing. "I've already asked Rhys to contact the author of Rise of the Abandoned Prince. We'll secure adaptation rights for the next book-whatever the cost. This time, SH won't get ahead of us." Darrel blinked. "You had Rhys do it? That's unnecessary. I know the author." Theron's brow lifted. "A friend?" "Well... we've never met in person. He's kind of a recluse. Doesn't like dealing with people. But we've known each other online for years. I'm his number one fan."

Primo just flawlessly hit it! “That’s what you want, right?” Primo asked and thrusted hard again. “Yes! Yes! More… give me more!” Fire lit on Georgia’s eyes as if hitting that spot gave life to her. “You’re really my little slut. You’re swallowing my dick every time I thrust, like a desperate little slut.” Primo spoke and then reached for her clitoris. “This little bean keeps on twitching as well. Look, it even grew bigger.” Primo rubbed her clit as his other hand held her hips to meet his hard thrust. The sound their bodies made lingered in the living room. Slurpy sound with every push Primo made.

By my genes I am a predator, I have the front facing eyes and brain enough to hunt, but I feel like prey in this utter black. When I was brought here I did not know that I was being brought here, lured like a child with candy to the abandoned camp of a mad psychotic clown. There was a slight sense of magic in the air which would take you to the place where they exactly wanted you to be. Once you stepped in this land you would not know that there is something called free will or independent thinking. You think what they make you think and you see what they want you to see. Once all my senses were absolutely disoriented and I had no control over myself any longer, I started moving again, crawl

‘Sit up ren make this fucker burn’ Phoenix says with malice in her voice. So I try and it works as I look around the room I spot Levi in the corn of the room with fear and joy in his eyes. “How dare you” I growl out. But my voice doesn’t even sound like my own. “ y…you n.needed t.to c.come h.home” he studders out. A deep menacing growl come from deep in my chest making the joy leave his eyes. As I take a step towards him. My body fully engulfed in flames with many colors mixed in.

If the news of the appearance of the Chaos Primordial Stone was exposed, powerful beings like the Divine Martial Sect would probably send more than one member of The Elders Assembly to snatch it. They would not hesitate to cause a bloody storm. It was only because it could create a peerless genius, or allow a peerless genius to reach a higher stage. It could allow a cultivator to undergo an astonishing transformation. Now, it was obtained by Caspian and firmly grasped by him.

"Can’t… can’t hold it back much longer. The song is loud. So loud." Failure isn’t just the Unraveler returning. It’s this. The Primordial Blood seeping into the Null Garden’s roots. Corrupting Eos’s children from the inside out. Turning their bright, fragile potential into… into that oozing horror on the wall. Billions lost if the Unraveler wins? Worse. Billions unmade, twisted into screaming abominations if this Blood takes hold. The sheer, vile wrongness of it coils in my gut, thick and suffocating. Can’t breathe. The air tastes metallic, charged, like before a lightning strike that never comes.

“Of course not, it's obviously why I handed it over, because you don't deserve getting your company forcefully taken from you. Let's just say, I'm just feeling overwhelmed. The satisfaction of doing this isn't there, although I was hoping for it. Turns out I still have a soft spot. I need to burn it out.” The corner of my lips lifted as I stared at her. “You're special, you know that?” The words slipped past my mouth before it registered. She is such a softie, but her confidence level is crazy at the same time. You would never even know it's all just a mask. Well, she'll get there. To defeat the wolves, you have to become one, and not only one, but the strongest. “Yes I know I'm special.” Sh

"If I have earned the utmost trust of my submissive... I am the one who corrupts her and has his way with her. I am the one who destroys her and rebuilds her, the only one who cares for her. I am her everything and nothing, her enslaver and saviour; her Heaven and her Hell." I swallow the dry lump in my neck and avoid making any comment on the information Octavius has so freely given. Perhaps vampires have no sense of shame, but I do- my cheeks burn bright red as I blurt out the next question. "Where's your brother, anyway?" And at that moment, as Octavius leaps on the table and his eyes light up, I know that I shouldn't have mentioned his brother. "Right, speaking of my brother. Primal is a