Bloodstained Chaos Mode Novels & Stories

Chaos drags him to the floor shaking him like a dog with a chew toy. In one swift move he rips Ahmets arm from his body, earning a cheer from Masimo as blood sprays over him. Ahmeh stumbles to his feet, staggering slightly while Chaos growls teeth bared, circling him again now covered in his prey's blood. Is it bad that I even get turned on watching my wolf kill? ‘Not one bit’ Comes the deep voice of the very same wolf, making my body shudder with excitement.

The user can get the [Bleeding] effect after each shot (5% chance). "An army of these blood vultures will be useful...but these stats are nice too, it would be a pity to lose them." he racked his brains looking for an answer but couldn't come up with a solution, in the end, he opened a coin throw page on the web, letting the decision for lady luck. "Heads brood mother, tails attacker..." he flipped the coin, after spinning a couple of seconds it landed on Heads. "Brood mother then" [Are you sure? This change is irreversible.]

67 Skills: Speedy Chaos [Active skill] – You have caused chaos after only one month of entering the testing grounds. You run towards chaos, and it runs towards you. Run Wild Supreme. Be Chaos! {Permanent increase in Agility stats by 1.5. Additional 10% increase in speed when activated}.

Immense spiraling darkness… it was neither a black hole nor a black galaxy, but it resembled both combined, it was black, red, purple, and pink colors twisting around endlessly, forming a spiraling abyss… "My child… I am glad you're here…" it said, with the voice of a mature woman. "Who… are you?" asked Chaos. [You have evolved into a [Vampire Dragon Chimera]!] Chaos opened his crimson-red eyes, his evolution seemed to have ended.

Samantha didn’t get the gist of what had happened to Zachary—Zack for short and what he preferred to be called—but she knew that Zack had been going through some rough shit since his accident—an attack upon his personnel by the rogue that worked together with dirty, filthy humans to take down the wolves in the sacred forest of Paphos. ’It would seem that you are not happy with the match, Sam,’ Scarlet asked as images were flying through her head. Samantha frowned, rubbing her chest as she remembered the imprint that had happened between them. The images… were not the ones that needed to be repeated inside her head, over and over again.

The same strength sucking world she’d insisted on walking one last time before the boys got back. I looked down at her, eyes closed, teeth clenched, struggling to hang on. I balanced her silver ring, a gift from our Mother, on my knee and pulled my grey sleeve over my finger tips, dabbing at the beading sweat on her forehead. Something was happening in the Blacklands and for the first time in memory, Shades were crossing the Southern boundry in droves, bringing with them their violet sky and starless nights. They didn’t eat, they didn’t sleep, they didn’t stop. They just kept coming, pushing us back and taking our land, leaving a sea of dead bodies in their wake.

The soft giggles of noble ladies filled the air, mingled with the flirtatious compliments of noblemen. Willa glanced around; the players seemed to have dispersed within the crowd. Slowly, she stepped closer. If everything was as she wrote it, then the ballroom should be filled with ghosts and hidden traps. Every door had a challenge, and winning was the only way out. But this was no survival game; she had to die, and in the most tragic way possible. Willa frowned as she mingled with the ghosts, dancing and searching. Doors weren’t chosen at random. Every character had a door that presented their greatest fear, regret, and pain.

A loaded weapon with no safety on. “That’s instability,” I say softly. “That’s fear. Or confusion. Or both.” Carter studies the screen. “It spiked right after the breach.” “Because she felt it,” I reply. “Even if she doesn’t know what it was.” And that excites me more than the broken anchor. Because a stable enemy is predictable. An unstable one? That’s chaos waiting to be shaped. I breathe in slowly. The air smells like wet grass and early morning. Peaceful. Ordinary.

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.

The boss smirked at the little kid who desperately tried to stop his own blood from spilling and commanded each of the six individuals to pack up as they all headed out "Don't bother killing the kid. Just leave that orphaned garbage here and let's burn everything down. This boat needs to disappear along with these orphaned traitors. Let the kid share his traitor brother's watery grave." As Michael sat on the waste bags, the boss took off his gloves and threw them in the speedboat that they used, meanwhile revealing the tattoo of a black and red crescent moon on the back of his hand. Michael awaited the group of killers to get in the boat and leave while he tried to press on his wound a littl