Primodial Demon の小説・ストーリー

“Argadon! Your blood calls upon you...” I didn’t have to use a dagger for myself. I simply squeezed my grip, and my claws pierced my palm. I reached out to outside of the pentagram, and the blood dripped on the ground. That was enough. From the portal, as if woven from a myriad of dark currents, stepped Argadon. He was the first. I sensed there were a lot of other demons behind him on the other side, but they couldn’t go through yet, at least not while I was holding my power back, preventing it from being spilled into the gates. Before that, we had to talk.

But compared with these two people who were like the moon in the sky, he, like the light of a firefly, not only has a lower status but also inferior cultivation. In particular, this Princess Primordial with peerless beauty was known as the top destined Saintess of the Demon Clan in the Northern Region. It was said that she was the descendant of a horse-feeding slave from a branch of the Demon God Palace. However, her birth triggered a great change in heaven and earth with rosy light and lightning all over the sky. An Archean Period Demon God's shadow came to the branch and startled the whole Demon Clan. In the end, the Demon God of the Northern Region showed up in person and appointed her to

If I had known they worked for him, I would have listened to that faint voice in my head and ran hard and fast. I knew who he was before I arrived in this country. It was important that lone wolves like Hannah and I learned about the hierarchy of the most powerful packs and who not to cross. He came up on the top of the most feared. Not just in the supernatural world. He ruled the underground world too. A deadly combination of guns and claws. It was rumored that he ripped out hearts if a person just took the wrong breath in his direction. Carmine Moreno or as he was known across all factions— The Demon Wolf.

Now he was fighting not to pin Victoria down and bury his fangs into her soft neck. Focus. "Keep going," he commanded huskily. "It said berserkers were the power house of the demons, like the strongest physically. Death demons are the oldest race," she paused, "I don't think you're a death demon though." She knows. "Why not?" "Well, it said they're very rare. And that they can only be killed by another death demon."

They were not vampires, they were not witches and they were not warlocks either. They were Primordials, entities born before supernatural bloodlines separated into species. They were the architects of forces, not the wielders of them they were concepts given consciousness. One embodied entropy and another embodied convergence. Then there was one who embodied silence. Another the unbroken law of balance. They did not rule territories, they observed eras. When the first ripple spread across the earth six months ago, they turned their attention briefly toward it. They recognized Inferno. They recognized the Flame Wolf awakening in full bond. And they dismissed it. Not because it was insignifica

Such an ungentlemanly fellow ! "what are you?" she asked the lingering question in her head. "You don't look human" "I'm not" "Then what are you?" she pressed. He gave her one of his smirks as he smacked his fangs, "what do you think?" Arianna thought for a while, "A demon?" Damian laughed, "how would you know? Ever encountered one before?" Arianna shook her head, she hasn't but it felt like he was, "then what are you?"

“Katarina de’Basille.” Kat sat forward in her seat, leaning her forearms on the desk and giving Ruben an intense stare. “What is the name Basille to you?” “Basille? There is only one Basille that I know of…Lord Basille…One of the ninth level High Demon Lords in the Demon Realm.” Kat looked intensely at Ruben with her eyebrows raised waiting for him to make the connection. Suddenly his eyes went wide and they lifted to hers with a look that was hard to decipher. She smiled ever angelically at him, such a huge contrast from the formidable mouth of teeth just moments ago.

As long as luck is on my side. The day has come when you need to call everyone to London. Casius is in the city, so Demid is nearby. We will use all our strength to find him. If we find the location, we inform Katherine and Jason, then the chosen ones will join the fight. We are reconnaissance, holding back the detachment, and they are weapons capable of wiping the enemy off the face of the Earth. I don't think my skills are enough to defeat a magical primordial. I will defeat Kasia, but Demid is a dark horse, about which nothing is known, except that he turned into a beast with the help of witchcraft. What does he look like? How old is he really? What is his strength? Is it stronger than an

Bram murmured something I couldn’t quite catch to himself, but offered no suggestions. The witch’s equivalent to a lycan was a demon. Demons were the near immortals that spawned several paranormal species, similar to how lycans were responsible for all shifters. Similar to lycans, no one really knew their origin story, or who the first was. It was fun to compare and contrast the origin stories, though.

This was where the demon would attempt its final ascension, seizing complete control over Alex's body and soul. Without wasting a moment, Mia and Heartman began the ancient chants, their voices harmonizing with an ethereal resonance that filled the chamber. The words reverberated through the air, a powerful incantation designed to weaken the demon's grip and dismantle the altar. But just as the chants reached a crescendo, the ground beneath them began to tremble. The stone floor cracked open, and Alex emerged, flanked by his loyal followers who had been twisted and corrupted by the demon's influence. Their eyes glowed with a sinister crimson light, and the air crackled with malevolent energy