Beast Of Chaos Novels & Stories

When I tried to get up, the earth had turned into a kind of quicksand, and that made me furious. “This shit isn't training; it's torture!” I yelled in annoyance and heard laughter in the background. I thought about how to get out of the situation, but I realized that I was sinking deeper and deeper. That's why I kept my composure. You're a chaos manipulator, said my wolf, Becca. What good does that do me at this point? Chaos is the beginning and the end, everything that means you can manipulate it, my she-wolf Becca said slyly.

But before I could move, the corrupted forest behind Kael's army began to shake. Trees toppled. The ground cracked and from the darkness emerged something that made every shadow creature we'd fought look like a child's toy. It stood as tall as the castle walls, its form constantly shifting—sometimes wolf-like, sometimes vaguely humanoid, sometimes just a mass of writhing darkness. Eyes—hundreds of them—opened across its surface, all burning with purple fire. The Beast. And it was looking directly at me. Kael's laughter echoed across the suddenly silent battlefield.

"BOOM!" their conversation was cut short because of a great explosion before them. "SPLASH!" The raging waters fell off to return flooding the oceans as the tendrils of the technique casted by Old Man Ammon was forcefully crushed by the magical beast. "What kind of monstrosity is that?" Dorothy muttered without expecting any kind of response from her comrades. "It resembles a lot like the Chaos Steeds of Willowdale. But that only takes into account its appearance. No Chaos Steed would match an immortal. Not even if you put a trillion legions of them together."

There were cracks on his skin with blood dripping out of them. The beast was clearly being controlled by a powerful being. Otherwise, it could not be so intelligent. Chase wondered who he had offended. Why would this place have such a terrifying existence? He looked at the chest of the best and spotted a horrible-looking black streak on its belly. It was like a black mark imprinted on its skin. It looked evil yet powerful. "That's…" Chase frowned. A vague moaning could be heard. It sounded like a baby crying and at times sounded like a woman wailing.

Every step closer to them sent ripples through the air, waves of distortion that made my vision blur and my head spin. The ground beneath my feet trembled, cracking open like the earth itself was recoiling from the unnatural force that the mastermind had become. “Is this what you really are?” I shouted over the deafening roar of chaos, my voice barely audible. “A formless monster bent on destruction?” The mastermind’s laughter cut through the cacophony like a blade, sharp and mocking. “I am chaos, Sera. I am the force that undoes, the darkness that consumes.

James frowned. James immediately used his Chaos Power, sending it into the Divine Cow’s body. The moment Chaos Power entered the Divine Cow’s body, it caused an immediate reaction. The Divine Cow roared and rampaged but could not escape the Sigil Formation. The power lurking within the Divine Cow’s body had nowhere to escape and lashed out in retaliation. James resisted the power and finally lured it away from the Divine Cow’s body. He struck decisively soon as the power left the Divine Cow. He urged all his strength, and used the power of a Chaotic Treasure along with his Chaos Power to destroy the mysterious force.

--- The Fifth Anchor: The Beast Awaits As they exited the temple, the ground shook violently. A deafening roar echoed through the air, and a massive beast emerged from the shadows. Its eyes burned like molten lava, and its jagged teeth dripped with black ichor. “It’s not going to let us reach the next temple,” Logan said, drawing his blade. Ryan cursed under his breath. “Guess we’re doing this the hard way.” The beast charged, and the battle began. The ground cracked under the beast’s weight as it roared, shaking the very air around them. The creature was massive, its towering frame covered in dark, armored scales. Its glowing eyes fixated on the group with deadly intent.

I let my power rise, my irises glowing red-hot, threatening to burn him on the spot. But then he spoke. And what he said made the red in my eyes flicker. "Imagine yourself in a crowd, Zubat… noises, screams… you smell happiness while you’re still drowning in pain…” His voice was soft and almost a whisper but it echoed in my ear like thunder. That was the 'Beast’s Prayer', a cursed chant sealed long ago because Zubat used it to feed his bloodlust, and it destroyed everything. “Stop him!” Kane barked, already charging forward as the guards scrambled into action.

"We'll find her quickly. I have a hunch she'll be alright. … The Beast's vast realm was in the Northwest of Brightwing Empire. Deep within the empire, in the Beast Empire's capital, Hundreds of different beast races lined up, kneeling and worshipping. A massive bone throne sat in front of them. A small figure sat on the throne. Its lips fluttered slightly. "The day of chaos is approaching..." The figure's aura trembled the entire capital. But the beast race was not fearful; contrary, their eyes were filled with reverence and a desire to fight.

She lifted her head, placed her hands on his chest, and began to bounce her waist in motion. Teresa was the most beautiful woman in Nutusel after the death of Kharl Sterg and Rebecca Batard. She was appropriately dark with oily skin. She Had a second look craving hips that made some men break necks. Her hair weaved down the center of her back and her eyes: she had nicely styled eyebrows, her eyelids were dark and bountiful and her eyes balls were bluish. "My great lord general!" "What do you want to ask me this time?"