Caos Novels & Stories

She screamed his name when she came, her body writhing beneath him, her wolf howling in ecstasy. Kael followed with a roar, spilling into her like she was his last breath. And maybe… she was. --- They lay tangled in silence afterward, hearts slowing, bodies spent. But peace was a lie. Because moments later, a knock came at the door—urgent, hard. Kael growled. “What?” Rafe’s voice. “We’ve got a situation.” Kael threw on his pants, frustration thick in his voice. “What now?” “A rogue body. Just outside the border. Mauled. Marked.”

The Source Code Dimension trembled. The sterile, glowing white numbers scrolling across the infinite floor began to violently stutter, bleeding a chaotic, messy crimson. The Prime Analyst’s perfect, symmetrical face twitched. "Error. Target is resisting the Factory Reset. This is impossible. Your base data contains no countermeasures against root-level formatting."

Serena asked. Sato smiled, a cold, digital expression on his screen. "Chaos. We trigger a series of micro-failures in the Phoenix grid that look like human error. We make the world believe that Camelia Thorne is losing her mind. And then... we offer the world a 'Safety Net' that we control."

As it is still day time, we have to wait for Asher and Annabelle to be able to go wherever it is that we are going now that we have the amulet. We were just getting ready to head out and have a look around when all of a sudden we heard a massive crash and what sounded like wood cracking. We shoot outside as fast as we can and we see destruction. The really giant creatures are here along with the scorpion tailed beast and many of them. SHIT SHIT SHIT There was only me and Arizer, it was still day time for a couple more hours so Asher and Annabelle would be trapped inside. I check to make sure the amulet is still safe in my pocket. It is safe.

pleaded. "It served you," Trix asked truly vexed. As if a cool sound effect, lightning struck again. "You are supposed to be serving it. And the rest off you putting up with his bullshit! You are all monsters," she continued, the thunder following her closely. At her last statement though lightning seemed to hit the building and all the windows blew open. Trix grabbed her now clean bag and walked off in the direction of the front door, ignoring the pleas and screams that echoed behind as she walked in some weird way, she liked it.

He was trembling and on the verge of getting panic attack. Stopping the black Porsche just an inch away from him the driver gets out of the vehicle as if in a trance. "Come back to Tehran." He snarled on the face of Victor, his face purely white with an ugly black scar right on the middle of his forehead. He went to the switch board fixed to one of the pillars in the parking lot and put his finger into the socket. His body shook with passing electricity surprising Victor and he died on the spot.

We made our way further towards the trap when we heard a voice, it was a female voice and mind you it was the most beautiful voice I've heard, even in her scared state....she started blabbing about how she doesn't taste sweet or how the gods won't accept her flesh, the most funny one was her sayings no one will buy her organs as they won't work without her, she thought we were carnivores, she must have really been scared, my parents and sister fell into a fit of laughter but I just managed a smile, the soul must have been scared and I was the one

They’d done it under his nose. His fists trembled. The last time Rosewood magic had been used unchecked, it had torn through the North like wildfire. Packs had turned against packs. Kings had fallen. Blood soaked the rivers. It had taken three generations to bury the truth. Now, something—or someone—was stirring again. And for the first time in centuries, the silence of the white wolves was broken. He turned sharply, boots crunching against the frost-bitten stone, and called over his shoulder. “Cassian.”

The fall felt endless. Cade tumbled through silver light, his body weightless, suspended between shards of reflection. Each piece of glass around him showed a different reality—one where he had saved Lila, one where he had abandoned her, one where Maeve had never existed, and another where Chaos College stood in ruins. The possibilities stretched infinitely, and he could feel each version clawing at him, trying to drag him into its truth.

I brought Noise. I erupted with a frequency of Absolute, Un-Optimized Grief. I flooded the simulation with the "MESS" of my life—the blood, the tears, the broken runes, and the visceral, un-sanitized smell of a wolf in heat. The white simulation didn't just break; it Glutted. "System... Error..." Caelum’s synthesized voice stuttered, his liquid white suit beginning to flicker with the "Toxicity" of my humanity. "The... ROI... on this... emotional... output... is... negative..."