Affinity Chaos Novels & Stories

She was beginning to feel a strange dependence and trust in him. It was a good sign. Perhaps one day, those feelings would grow into love—the most beautiful yet terrifying force in the world. Loving someone meant giving all of yourself, losing your sense of self. And when abandoned, it could drive a person to madness, turning them into something unrecognizable, like a ghost borne of despair. She feared… she feared one day she might become the person she hated most. Worse than a cockroach.

he whispered. "You are crazy!" Cheryl rebelled. She pushed Rafael's head, then kicked his right leg shin. Rafael took a step back. His hand went down to rub his leg while hissing in pain. Cheryl lowered her head deeply. Their closeness allowed Cheryl to hear Rafael's heartbeat and inhale his scent at close range. Crazy. Rafael’s euphoria sent a shocking feeling, making her blood ripple pleasantly. From the start, Cheryl realized that Rafael's existence often disturbed her concentration. He didn't immediately interest her just because he was handsome and attractive, but there was something about Rafael that made Cheryl unable to stop her heart from following her curiosity.

FLASHBACK — HELL, MINUTES BEFORE The battle reached a fever pitch as Luna, her eyes blazing with fury, unleashed a spear of moonlight that pierced through the chaos, aimed straight at Allistair. The missile hissing through the air made its way, its ethereal light a stark contrast to the darkness of Hell. Allistair, no longer constrained by the Seraphim sigils, absorbed the attack with ease. His Chaos surged, transmuting the celestial energy into something far more potent. With a flick of his wrist, he returned the assault a thousand times stronger, sending a wave of raw, unbridled power crashing back toward Luna.

"What do you know? Achaea and Saffronesia's cursing arts are branches of witchcraft." Chad scoffed. "From the moment I uncovered your identity, I've been suspicious. According to you, you're afflicted with solitude and life among the Five Afflictions and Three Lacks, meaning you should've died before you hit 30. "Because the lack of life means someone won't live past 30, I'm very curious how you managed to extend your life."

If it hadn't been for Chaos's sacrifice, she would probably be gone by now. "You aren't going to win, girl. Yield!" Amun-Ra's demand echoed through the hall. "No!" Razna snarled through Eva, her mind distressed by the state her mate was in. While Eva fought, Razna constantly tried to reach for Eros through their bond, unable to sense anything more than a small flicker of his presence. Even Chaos was barely there, hanging onto life by a thread. His barely-there presence of her mate drove both Eva and Razna to the brink of insanity. She ain't going to forgive any of these celestials or yield until they paid the price.

Arden said quietly, “it’s integrating it.” “Yes.” “And that means…” Kane finished the thought. “It’s not just learning logic anymore.” “No,” I said. “It’s learning complexity.” Cassius exhaled slowly. “I don’t know if that’s better or worse.” Neither did I. Because complexity— Could lead to understanding. Or chaos. Or something in between. “Selene,” Dominic said, “alignment is fluctuating.” I looked at the data. It was no longer stable. Rising. Falling. Shifting.

His glare shifted into something else as he dragged his eyes over my flushed face and hooded eyes. Yeah, I definitely shouldn’t have had those drinks. Now I was seeing things. The mate-bond clearly couldn’t leave well enough alone. “Some witches have an affinity, which is just a fancy term for a specific type of magic you’re good at.” Nova explained, casting confused glances towards Ryker and Jude. “Like Sterling said, his has to do with the dead. Jude’s is related to nature. There’s also lesser affinities, like Kimberly’s gift with illusions, and Rykers—”

"You are the corruption. You always have been." "We are order. We are design. We are the framework that allows existence to function." The lead Architect's quantum form solidified slightly, becoming almost threatening. "And order requires that consciousness remains subordinate to efficiency. You three and your seventeen allies represent chaos—the belief that individual autonomy matters more than systemic stability. That infection must be eliminated." Through our expanded consciousness, we felt the dimensions we had healed beginning to fail. Not naturally, but because the Architects were actively undoing our work, proving that healing was futile against their sabotage.

he muttered. Chaos narrowed his eyes slightly. “You lack imagination.” “I value precision,” I replied.. “Which you lack entirely.” A pause. Then— Chaos smiled entirely amused. “Yes,” he said. “That is accurate.” I turned to Hunter. “We proceed differently.” He nodded. Already aligned. “Simple,” I continued. “Controlled.” “Private.” Chaos scoffed. “Boring.” “Effective,” I corrected. Then I added— “They are not in a state to endure spectacle.”