Romans & histoires Eva Long Primal

A woman in a black cloak. I super speed, throwing away the woman. Her body bounces on to a tree and then to another, hitting the ground in a loud thud. "Ava," I say to her, trying to get her to open her eyes. Her face was pale white. She had a vampire bite on her neck. She was losing a lot of blood. "Kaden? Is it really you?" She asked, sounding delirious. Thank goddess she was still alive. I quickly bit my palm, placing my blood in her mouth so she could drink it. Primordial's blood was known for their astounding healing qualities.

I said, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. I raised my hand. The violet mark glowed so brightly it blinded the front row. "Fenris Thorne," I announced, the power of the Vespera diamond vibrating in my chest. "I am Elara Vance, the Last Primordial. I don't just challenge you for your title. I challenge you for your life." Fenris looked at the mark, then at Silas, then back at me. Realization finally dawned on him, and with it, a primal, gut-wrenching fear.

The Nature Princess said "hehehe" the Moon Princess flattered "Just call me Eclipsa cause were friends now, I know your a trustworthy person (winks)" "oh ok gosh im flattered hahaha, you can call me crysellian or whatever you call me" Princess Limiel the Nature/Earth Princess said " Eruvelliel Vranduel here from Ölca I'm also a Princess" Princess Eruvelliel introduced herself informally "call me Vrany if the bitch here (points Eclipsa) sees you a friend"

Not even those who had walked the earth before modern nations were carved into maps. When the first ripple had awakened them, they had chosen to come to the Haven, drawn not by allegiance but by proximity to inevitability. But there were others who had felt that first tremor and remained unmoved. The Primordials. The ones older than species. They had ignored the mating bond. This, they would not ignore. Valerius moved toward the table slowly. “Can you locate it?” Eldric shook his head. “No coordinates. No ley anchor. It’s folded away.”

◇NO POV◇ Violet and salomi never thought about consequences of their momentary aversion for them the problem solved but they don't know that they started the real fight right now eva started hating three of them already but this situation gave rise to poisonous grudge in her she is eva stele one and only heiress of stele family she is daughter of richest man in the city born with a golden spoon made her spoiled brat she thought anything can be won by money and power every student of the college envy her beauty and power the only people who goes against her is salomi, violet and srinithi

She smiles at me sadly then she looks to drake “Don’t worry it’s not that kind of bond, it’s more maternal. It’s like my power runs through her veins, primordial’s were made to protect my people, a task they took seriously, the bond will always exist between us as an added precaution so you wouldn’t turn around and kill us if we pissed you off, I’m shocked you never felt the difference with this other witch” “Eva? When I checked her she was pure white, her aura and heart was so pure, not tainted in the slightest” Vincent shakes his head clicking his tongue “Tsk tsk tsk, ever hear the saying if it’s too good to be true it probably is?” “Did she take anything when she was here? Medication? Any

The giant emerging from the Atlantic was not a war machine but a disaster of ancient biology. It was the Primordial Malignancy, a remnant from a time when the Earth was a chaotic mix of competing forces. It towered three kilometers high, a jagged mountain of hardened bone, dripping black sludge that instantly destroyed the vibrant new moss it touched. "IT... IS... THE... BITTER... PART... OF... ME," the Earth resonated through Kael's boots. "THE... PART... THAT... HATES... CHANGE."

"My name is Zora Vane. And this is my home." "Your name is a designation, dear," she said, walking toward me with a "Tyler Perry" motherly condescension. "I am Aethel-Prime. I was the one who planted the mercury-veins in this planet’s crust ten thousand years ago. I’ve been waiting for a version of myself to grow strong enough to hatch the core." Aethel-Prime didn't use a weapon. She pulled a golden "Data-Sphere" from her belt and tossed it into the air.

She reached for it without thinking, her pulse quickening. The hologram bloomed to life. Her breath hitched—not because she recognized the image, but because she knew it better than her own reflection. It was her face. Younger. Eyes unclouded by experience. Skin unmarked by the faint lines of time. Even the slight asymmetry of her lips was identical. Above it, text burned into the air in stark, clinical clarity: EVA – 1.01 Echo Source Prime The words dug under her skin like splinters. Her voice came out raw, almost childlike.

The air was thick with a nauseating scent. As I approached the bed, my whole body began to shake uncontrollably. Eve lay there, naked and motionless, like a shattered doll. Her face was ghostly pale and damp with sweat, while her hair was a tangled mess, with strands sticking to her cheeks. Her body was covered in bruises, with red scratches crisscrossing her skin. Eve’s lower half was in an even worse state. A beer bottle, its neck stained black, was roughly lodged there. The surrounding skin was swollen and raw, the dried blood dark and crusted.