Chaol Novels & Stories

Without giving Vittoria a chance to respond or react, Antonella lunged at her with violent force, shoving her full weight against her until she pinned her against the door of a stall. Vittoria gasped as her back slammed against the wood, a sharp pain spreading instantly like a blunt blow that stole her breath for a moment. “Now you’ll beg for forgiveness,” Antonella whispered, her voice low and venomous, so close that her hot breath grazed Vittoria’s skin. Antonella’s eyes gleamed with feverish delirium, her hatred twisting her features until she barely seemed human. With slow, almost ritualistic movements, Antonella slipped her hand into her neckline and pulled out a small, hidden switchbla

Terror washed me down as I stared. Holy Bond pack is the weirdest, and my family… one weird people living in a weirdo land. A slave and you're all happy about it? My heart began to rise above my throat with every thick step the god of all Alphas brought towards me. His dark demeanor was daring and it smelled like high flame sizzling my flesh. He towered over me and I swallowed, harder than a ball stuck in the throat of a tiny fish. "Oh, hello there…" Licking his lips, he looked me up and down as if ready to crush an ant underneath his heavy boot. "So you're my Chosan? How interesting."

Chorlett " Who are you! Why did you do this!” Thora asks but the man keeps sitting on a rock in a corner. Looking at the scene bored. " Greetings Thora. " " How have you been?" " How dare you touch my sister. I am fuc*ing going to kill you!" Hades steps forward to attack. To only drop on his knees. As Chorlett speak a mantra. Paralysing his body. Rose rushes towards him screaming. Holding up his head to place it in his lap. Cerberus gets up , placing his hands in his pockets.

Dumb right? I bumped into someone when I took the next turn sending their drink flying out of their hand, and all over my shirt. I reached for her hand to hold her steady, she almost slipped. “Oh, my God, you have no idea how sorry I-” The woman did not even let me land. “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? CAN’T YOU WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING? ARE YOU STUPID, OR DUMB, OR JUST PLAIN BLIND?”

Chloe said with a scowling expression, "are they?" Tara looked back at Chloe with shocked wide eyes. The latter was still composed. She forgot that it was not the seventeen years old Chloe Rein she was with at the moment. It was the greatest general in the history of the Kingdom of Demetrius, General Dana Rein, who was also the 24th Blood Star, Shaula of Scorpio. Sean Olaire bursts out in laughter. Tara glared at the laughing man while Chloe and Kieran remained unfazed. "Máh, máh. Indeed, they are alive. But they are not who you think they were."

“Seeing the Chaos Honlarne Sword is like seeing the Dooms’ ancestors. Kneel!” With his command, the previously clamoring senior authorities knelt down reverently. The elder held the divine sword aloft and looked arrogantly at the disguised Thea and James. “I am Halston Dalibor, the Right Great Elder of the Doom Race. I hold our race’s supreme Chaos Honlarne Sword. I don’t care who you are or what your relationship with Wyot Dalibor is. Today, we are entering the Chaos Temple. Even if Wyot himself comes, he must kneel and make way.”

He slowly turned his head to look at Carl, who stood to the side. His nose twitched slightly as a familiar aura, etched into his soul and bones, surged in through his nostrils, instantly overwhelming the primordial source of Chaos's raw desire for destruction. That aura was clear, vast, and supreme, like the rules of the heavens above the firmament, like the fundamental order governing all things. It was the aura of the Master he had followed for countless eras and awaited through billions of years of slumber. He was Chaos, one of the divine beasts born at the opening of the primordial world, destined to bear the heavens and serve as their mount. And within the seemingly ordinary young man C

She said as she gasped for breath “I have done to you what you did onto me with extra bonuses slut” Chaos replied flatly “Who do you even think you are?” “You should have asked that before you started to mess with my mate when I got here. But I will tell you anyway… I am Khione Dava Chaos, 3rd child to King Chaos and heir to his throne.My father is the King of Kings of the underworld and the lord of Lords of all darkness that exists in this realm and the other.

He didn’t hesitate to give her a reply. “My Chief Soul Weapon. Its name is Harbinger of Chaos. Harch for short. And I might say that it suits me quite well.”

“Come with me.” He led me toward the northern boundary where older stones marked the territory lines. Moss had been pushed aside at the base of one stone. Kaelor crouched and brushed it aside. A sigil had been carved into the stone beneath his hand, a broken circle with thin lines reaching outward with one crack glinted faintly against the stone. “This was not here before the Trial,” he said. I crouched beside him. The air near the carving felt colder than it should have, as though the stone had drawn warmth into itself.