Chaol Novels & Stories

A low, rumbling voice echoed from the fractured sky: “You cannot hold me. I am the beginning… and the end.” And in that moment, Lila realized: the battle for Chaos College had only just begun.

As she contemplated this, another message window appeared; [ALERT; YOU HAVE SYNTHESIZED THE SKILL: MOLECULAR TRANSMUTATION WITH THE SKILL; BLOOD CONTROL! UPDATING PHANTASM! YOUR BLOOD HAS NOW CHANGED INTO A FORM OF PLASMA-LIKE ENERGY! YOUR BOND TO ALTERNATE SPACE: CRIMSON VOID HAS BEEN ENHANCED!] [ERROR! YOU HAVE NOT MET THE NECESSARY CONDITIONS TO ACCESS FULL CAPABILITIES!] ***

Though there was a catch. They cannot expose themselves to the sun. Chaol simpered a bitter one and heaved a deep sigh. Here, the consequences of his actions will be finally judged and his long life would finally be put to a stop. Vaughn walked. His footsteps resonating in the quiet wind as the people watched at him. The environment was shrouded in a crimson hue, as the eclipse starts to approach its totality. "Here, in front of you, is the Lord of the Night Hallows, Chaol Dremurr. The twelfth reincarnation of the moonchild. His race is not exactly a concern, but his defiance of the law to maintain the peace between humans and N

FLASHBACK — HELL, MINUTES BEFORE The battle reached a fever pitch as Luna, her eyes blazing with fury, unleashed a spear of moonlight that pierced through the chaos, aimed straight at Allistair. The missile hissing through the air made its way, its ethereal light a stark contrast to the darkness of Hell. Allistair, no longer constrained by the Seraphim sigils, absorbed the attack with ease. His Chaos surged, transmuting the celestial energy into something far more potent. With a flick of his wrist, he returned the assault a thousand times stronger, sending a wave of raw, unbridled power crashing back toward Luna.

At that, a call from an unknown number enters my mobile. -Tell me? -Lailah?- says a familiar voice on the other line. In the background, I can hear glass breaking.- I'm Scott. I need you to come to my apartment now. He seems alarmed. -What? Why? Scott? -It's Azael. -He says worriedly. An object falling to the ground and an incoherent babbling can be heard behind his voice.- He has arrived drunk and has started breaking things and it is not that I have enough money to renew furniture, also he has already damaged my car and that already are many expenses.

“Where are you?” “On the stairs!” I pushed the heavy door open with more effort than necessary. “Xavier, she’s not just fighting. She’s… calling something. And that something is not from this world. And whatever she is doing… this place is going to collapse on our heads.” “Get out of the building.” His voice was no longer calm. It was command. Raw Alpha. I took the steps two at a time, heart pounding as the air grew colder with every floor I descended.