Primals Stories

When a forgotten relic awakens in her hands, Virena Dawngust becomes the light the world tried to forget. Hunted across Gaia with her brother and a storm-eyed elf, she must decide if her gift will save the world-or destroy it. ⚡

“I assume you know what I am.” I said sighing dejectedly. “I certainly do…we, certainly do.” He said rethinking the last part of his sentence. “Then you must know I am an abomination of my people.” I spat, irritated with myself. My heart began to race, my palms began to sweat, and I became irritated. “Abomination?” He asked. I could just imagine the puzzled look he was giving me. “Who told you that?” He asked. I chuckled, the laugh laden with heavy sarcasm. “Who do you think? My parents of course.” I said and then sat forward. “I was born to two full and pure blood werewolves! They were both born of pure blood lines. So, where does that leave me? A human! A PURE BLOOD HUMAN!!!!!” I screamed, not at him, but at the ceiling.

In the beginning of the world, there were two sides, The Water types, ruler of the seas with Leader Kyogre and The Fire types, Ruler of land and lead by Groudon. It has been many years and there are no signs of stopping. A new threat is emerging and If the war doesn't stop, there is no possibility of survival. This story is about two heroes, Charizard and Samurott and there discovery and adventure. Rated T for violence, blood, possible character death, Gruesome scenes ( Bodies, Bones,). Unlikely it will change. Like I said you may want to be a over 12.

Percy Jackson, a hero in the Greek and Roman world, finds himself alone and wishing for a normal life. A life he believes he can lead if he lives as a mortal, however, fate has other plans for him. Will our hero learn to control his darker tendencies or will he allow them to consume him and turn him into a monster? Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING!!! Rick Riordan owns PJO and HoO and Square Enix owns FFXIV. Title is subject to change at any moment

She was kept safe for 16 years. The Meadow was her home, the bubble was her shield. She knew nothing about the world out there. Only that it was dangerous. But no one ever told her how dangerous she was.... Until she poked the bubble.

There are rumors spreading of a new cult going around. They have been seen throughout Sorinieth, from the Windswept Plateau to the Southern Icefields. What that is most known about them is the Cult's obsessions with Special Eyes, especially those with Primal Eyes. They worship the Primals as if they were deities. Most have brushed off this silly little Cult as some sort of fad that will vanish as fast it had appeared. But, it seems others are starting to actually believe in the message of the Cult...

A portal rips Alaric out of class and into a kingdom where every soul bonds to one wand-except him. The throne has just lost its king. The city names Alaric heir. The rebellion names him target. Across the river, the Red Phoenix turns stolen magic into machines: socketed gauntlets, engine-lances, and crown rigs that can spoof ancient seals. Their masked commander claims the crown's blood and is ready to burn a city to prove it. Alaric's only edge isn't "more power"-it's control. Trained by a mythic maker, he learns a wordless cut that unseats magic without breaking it-a tiny, precise move that can turn the biggest weapon off. With a sharp-tongued archer on overwatch and an iron-calm captain who turns panic into plans, Alaric has to keep the walls standing, unmask a lie big enough to topple a dynasty, and decide what kind of prince he'll be. Expect: training arcs with real stakes, heists under living shrines, royal guardians sealed behind oaths, bells that ring in coordinates, rebels with advanced wand-tech, and anime-paced battles that feel like storms-fast footwork, clever counters, and finishers that hit. If you like: tight magic systems, found-family squads, rival pretenders, and cinematic fights (think Black Clover × Arcane × PJO energy), you're home. Updates Tue & Fri @ 8pm. Tap ★ Vote & Follow to help more readers find this. Content notes: action/violence, grief, political manipulation; hopeful tone; no graphic gore.