Mythology is packed with these ancient, almost incomprehensible entities that existed before the gods we know. The Greek 'Protogenoi' come to mind first—Gaia (Earth), Tartarus (the Abyss), Eros (Love), Nyx (Night), and Erebus (Darkness). They weren’t just characters; they embodied the very fabric of the universe. Gaia, for instance, wasn’t just 'the earth'—she was the living, breathing foundation of everything. It’s wild to think how these forces predated Zeus and his crew, lurking in the background like the original architects.
Then there’s the Norse Ymir, the giant whose dismembered body became the world. No temples or prayers for these beings; they’re more like raw materials given sentience. Mesopotamian Tiamat, the chaos dragon, fits this too—a primal force of disorder slain to create order. These stories feel less like tales and more like ancient attempts to explain why the world is the way it is, using beings so vast they barely fit into narratives.
Ever notice how primordial myths read like cosmic origin stories? Take the Hawaiian Kumulipo—its chant describes Po (endless night) giving birth to creatures and gods. No flashy battles, just this quiet, inevitable unfolding. It’s a different vibe from, say, the Babylonian 'Enuma Elish,' where Tiamat’s murder is this violent spectacle. But both share that theme: the world emerges from something older and stranger.
Chinese Pangu fascinates me too. He grows for millennia inside an egg, then cracks it open to separate yin and yang with his body. No dialogue, no personality—just pure function. It’s almost like these beings aren’t characters but metaphors made flesh. Unlike later gods with human dramas, they operate on a scale that feels geological. Makes you wonder if ancient people saw mountains or storms and thought, 'Yeah, that’s not a god—that’s something even bigger.'
The Yoruba Orishas have Olodumare as the supreme creator, but before them? There’s Olorun, the impersonal sky force—more a presence than a person. It’s interesting how many cultures have these ‘blank slate’ primordials. Compare that to the Aztec Ometeotl, dual-gendered and abstract, lurking beyond the active gods like Huitzilopochtli.
What gets me is how these beings rarely have cults or worshippers. People built temples to Zeus and Odin, not Chaos or Ginnungagap. Maybe because you can’t pray to a concept. Or maybe they’re too alien—their stories aren’t about answering prayers but explaining why things exist at all. Even in Egypt, where Atum creates himself from Nun’s waters, the focus shifts quickly to Ra and Osiris. Primordials are the shadows at the edges of mythology, always there but seldom the stars.
2026-06-09 14:23:17
4
View All Answers
Scan code to download App
Related Books
The Rejected Goddess
Esther Cord
10
917
Michelle, an omega everyone looked down on, was rejected by the Alpha she thought was her fated mate, broken and humiliated before her pack. But pain planted a hunger – a desperate desire to become powerful. One night, beneath the moonlight, everything changed.
A figure emerged – tall, pale, ancient. Her crimson eyes glowed like dying embers. “Who are you?” Michelle stammered. “Someone who can give you power,” the woman said. Michelle froze, torn between fear and temptation. “What do you want?” “Your trust. Come with me to my realm. You’ll never be weak again.” The world dissolved. Michelle’s soul was torn from her body, and she opened her eyes in another world. Skies shimmered crimson and gold. Black castles floated above glowing rivers. Armored beings bowed. A Golren in obsidian armor knelt. “Queen Erin,” he said. “We’re glad to have you back.” Michelle blinked. “I’m Michelle, not Erin.” The Golren’s eyes gleamed with reverence. “You are Erin – our creator, our goddess.” Michelle’s breath caught. Creator? Goddess? Something ancient stirred....
Aria wakes up one morning to her parents fighting about her, again. Little does she know that this fight will change the course of her life forever. In a world where most the Myths are real, Aria will find love, heartbreak, adventure, and the power of a new goddess.
The Goddess of Wisdom and creation. (A dark gods novel)
Ashley Lagoo
10
11.8K
copyright (Warning this is a dark God and Goddess novel. This is all war and manipulation. It won't be pretty at times and it may make your cringe but every scene has a purpose. You just have to keep reading to find out more)
Mazaya(masaya) is the goddess of wisdom and creation she's anything but normal. she's emotionally unstable because She holds too much power. She's the only God that was born with a dark god and light God parent. It was never heard of before her. So that explains why she is the most powerful God in existence. Right? Not really because nothing is as it seems. Gods are manipulating each other left and right to prevent complete control. Things you think you know turn out to be a spell caused to protect the world. The only truth is the what they are living now. The past could be lies and there's only one way to find out the truth, to go along Mazaya's journey. One thing is true though She only has one weakness and when the most powerful Gods find it out they work to exploit it so they can control everything. The person who possesses her rules all. Will Mazaya be a pawn in this war against Gods or will she be able to free herself from some of the most ruthless Gods in existence. It' starts off slow but once you get into it it heats up and gets intense. nothing is as it seems in a world full of the most powerful gods. There will be sex scenes and at times it will seem out of there but this is a world of Dark Gods not weak mortals. And what is the way to ones soul? sex and manipulation.
After falling in a great war with the dark realm that had lead to the death of a god, many gods and goddesses had come up with a plan to appoint their subordinates, 'the deities'.
Aubrey was a mortal that had been visited by the god Hades and given the chance to become a god and live a life of immortality. Despite not loving the idea of being immortal, Hades forces him into it and gives him purpose.
Aubrey later finds boredom aimlessly protecting his realm and kingdom and decides to find his soulmate. The oracle of life grants him his wish, however, his not the only one she belongs to.
There is another identical soul to Aubrey within the dark realm.
An identical soul filled with hatred and obsession in wanting to kill his original and take over his soulmate and life as Hades's deity.
Yesterday was history; tomorrow is a mystery and today? When a rebellious child fought with dad and left his home; he came to his grandfather's house; news flashed on tv, the seven big holes found by the scientist on the earth; ancient and believed to be created by aliens or by the fallen angels. He didn't believe any of this; there his grandpa told him a life-changing story. With one condition; he allowed him to ask only three questions. The story begins when the seven angels were thrown down to live a human life; evolved themselves. What happened when they mated with the daughters of humans? Did their children lost their lives; or they become the origin of all mythical creatures like the werewolf, vampire, dragons, sirens, Nephilim. Are they still alive or killed by the prophesied flood as justice to the human race. At last, who is waiting for its salvation; wanted to return home. Join the journey of the fallen angels who supported the wrong wicket one; came to spend their life on earth. Yaahadana, the strongest of all; Naksh the moon lover; Dev the mind controller; Quasar the manipulator; Lohit the lover of elements, and lastly Zayaan the protector of the human race.
“Hmm... Rhea, is it? Nice name.”
I froze as I heard the husky voice, and I felt tremors running down my spine.
I slowly raised my head and met the bluest eyes I had ever seen... Bluer than the ocean… So blue that they seemed to twinkle like twin pools of sapphire.
I ran my eyes over his entire figure. He was wearing a suit but didn’t look like the typical businessmen. For one thing, he was not clean shaved, and had a five o’clock shadow on his face. And I couldn’t figure out if his hair was stylishly messed up, or he just didn’t bother to do anything with it at all. Either way, it looked good. Too good! And those lips..
I was brought out of my fantasies when those oh so kissable lips turned up into a smirk. Uh huh!
I bit my lips, trying to bring myself out of the lust-filled haze I was falling into. There was just something about him, something so magnetic that I was losing all control of my thoughts. There seemed to be an aura of power and danger surrounding him. If I didn’t know any better, the one word I would say was ‘otherworldly’... but I knew better and just stopped myself in time from uttering the words ‘What are you?’.
-------------------
From the day she woke up without memories two years ago, Rhea had always thought she was a normal human girl. What happens when she realises she was never a human, but a goddess? Suddenly her once boring life becomes all too exciting when she finds herself in the middle of Gods, demons, and a mysterious wolf protector. Add a handsome stranger whom she can’t seem to get her mind away from, Rhea is in for a lot more than she bargained for...
Mythology's ancients are these fascinating, larger-than-life figures who feel like the OG influencers of the cosmic drama. Think Greek Titans like Cronus, who ruled before the Olympians, or Norse Ymir, whose body literally became the world. What grabs me is how they embody raw, untamed forces—Chaos in Greek myths wasn’t just disorder; it was the gaping void that birthed everything.
Then there’s stuff like Hindu cosmology’s Prajapati, who sculpted the universe from his own essence. It’s wild how these stories blend creation and destruction—Tiamat in Mesopotamian myth gets slain by Marduk, but her corpse forms the heavens. Feels like ancient cultures were obsessed with origins, turning primordial beings into metaphors for natural phenomena. My favorite detail? How the Maori’s Rangi and Papa, sky and earth, had to be forcibly separated so light could exist—heartbreaking but poetic.