Blade Of Chaos Novels & Stories

Not because I couldn’t but because I didn’t want to. Do you know how disturbing that is for someone like me? I feel like my entire personality folder got corrupted. Luca keeps calling it “character development,” like he’s personally responsible for this emotional glow-up. Sofia pats my cheek sympathetically and tells me heartbreak builds empathy. Empathy. No thank you. But then something shifts in the air. Like a disturbance in the force. Like the universe whispering, Heads up, King — chaos is coming. So I finally look up and see an eight-year-old girl annihilate my front display like she’s reenacting Fast & Furious: Bookstore Drift.

Next to the jar is a small scoop seated on a folded towel. I’m not going to enjoy what’s about to come next. Or maybe I will? Pain does make me hard sometimes. I mentally hum. No. This will suck. Unless it’s Jase or Carley causing me pain, I don’t think this will make me horny. Damn. Razor grabs the little melon scoop. It’s not sharp, so this is going to be very painful. “Don’t worry, purdy eyes. I’m gonna take good care o’ your eye. It’ll be my most prized possession. Who knows, maybe I’ll add the whole Chaos set once my pet storm delivers them to me.”

“It has to be silver!” “Noted,” Zero bit out, firing again. This time, the creature flinched, a sizzling sound erupting from the wound. “Seems they don’t like it up close either!” He was already moving, a blur of motion as he drew a blade from his vest—a blade I now saw was etched with faint, glowing runes. The world erupted into chaos.

Glacier pressed the attack mercilessly, aiming for the other eye. Roosevelt frowned. From thin air, the first Dark Blade—the original weapon he had ever forged—materialized in his hand. He hurled it with deadly precision. The blade tore through the air and sank deep into Glacier’s right wing. Blood sprayed in a wide arc. Raphael lost balance, cursing violently. “If that’s how you want it,” Raphael growled. He swung Frostbite wildly at Roosevelt. “Shadow Scale,” Roosevelt whispered. Raphael’s sword burst into flames and crumbled to ash in an instant. Shock flashed across his face.

The obsidian blade goes through the grey Harvester’s plate as though the plate is warm wax, and the cut does not slow at the armor the way every law of the physical world says it should, because the engine is at full and full means the blade carries my entire frequency into the steel ahead of the edge, and the steel forgets, for one impossible instant, how to be solid.

LILA’S POV The weight of the blade felt heavier than I expected. It wasn’t just silver—it was power, chaos, and death molded into a weapon and sealed with the blood with the most powerful Alpha to have ever existed. And now, it rested in my trembling hands, hidden beneath the folds of my cloak as I slipped through the shadows of the Crescent Moon Company. My heart hammered in my chest, the sound drowning out the muffled chatter of employees as they passed me by, oblivious to the treachery unfolding right under their noses.

With that in mind, Blade started to go crazy. He let out an angry roar as he shot forward like an arrow, rushing at Chris once again. There was a crazed look in his eyes and he was determined to injure Chris at all costs! He shouted out, "Die!" The chakram in his hand sent out five slashes in a row. All of them emitted a chilling glint. The five slashes contained incredible killing intent. In a flash, they appeared in front of Chris. Chris let out a light laugh as he formed seals once again, causing starlight to surround his body.

Chaos quickly noticed a few ants running away, as he pointed his Blood Blades against them and controlled them in midair, firing them like missiles towards them! One of the blades reached one of the Orcs running away, piercing his head all the way down to his crotch, slicing him in half! The two halves of the body of the Orc fell over the ground motionless, as Chaos nodded in affirmation, seeing all the other Orcs that ran away being sliced into pieces. He walked towards them and used Bloodwork once more, controlling their bloody pulp and eating it all. After around 10 minutes of cleaning the battlefield, Chaos finally felt like he was stuffed…

It was him. Tyrel blinked slowly. “…Okay,” he muttered. “That’s definitely not normal.” Caius stared at the weapon with open disbelief. “So this is the Sword of Chaos that Lilith spoke of.” Gluttony’s wings twitched violently as he stared at the floating blade. “Shit bunny, what the heck.” he murmured. But his voice carried awe rather than anger. Lucifer, however, only smirked. “Oh,” Lucian laughed inside his mind. “Now that’s dramatic.” Morgan hummed approvingly. “Very fitting for our little chaos.”

This blade was named Chaos Blade, the symbol of the garrison leader, and it didn't belong to Adrian. Yet, in such a critical moment, he had managed to call upon it. As soon as the Chaos Blade appeared in Adrian's hand, his aura surged, filling the air with sizzling sounds. When his intensified aura covered the blood-red ghostly hands, sounds of sizzling echoed through the air. The ghostly hands began to melt away at a visible rate, just like the earlier Blood Specters.