Chaos Core Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Adrian watched as Evelina stepped out of the car and walked toward him. The beautiful green sundress she wore clung to all the right places, accentuating her graceful figure. Her hair was neatly curled and styled into a high ponytail bun, while her makeup was minimal. It wasn't as though she needed any makeup. Adrian had always believed she was beautiful without all those things. For a brief moment, he found himself captivated by her appearance, but he quickly reminded himself that there was no point in being mesmerized. Their relationship was nothing more than a fake engagement.

“You’re unmaking the purpose I was given!” “I’m giving you a new purpose,” the Guardian Balance said. “The purpose of choice. Creation doesn’t have to lead to destruction. Destruction doesn’t have to lead to creation. Every world, every life, every thing can choose its own path.” The power of acceptance enveloped Chaos, and their form began to change once more. The obsidian skin became soft as soil, the burning galaxy eyes became deep as oceans. They were no longer Chaos—the one who must be. They are now Choice—the one who allows all things to be as they will.

“So you trust me now?” “Will you do what I ask and leave me here Sacha?” “No.” “Then if you need anything from outside get it now before I seal it. You cannot go out once I do.” “I am fine.” He looked deep into her eyes. He hoped he would be able to see them smile at him with such life when he woke up. He resisted the urge he had to kiss her and instead his eyes shun a deep yellow almost gold. She broke his stare to admire the room as it shone blue where she had spread the powder. Then the settled to its original white then faded and disappeared.

"Staying true to yourself brings forth contentment and self worth." *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. It is the day after the club as Xeno, Natasha and I sleep, spread all over Natasha's room.

It's probably the effect of the weed, or maybe we such good friends that we make each other laugh so hard? Nah, it's definitely the weed. "I'm pink," Ashley says, continuing with this little game. "Because of my hair." She starts to play with the ends of her mostly pink hair. "I'm grey, the color that's between dark and white," Kristen says. "Because I'm the innocent one here but I'm also moving to the dark side." She starts to giggle. "You are definitely going to the dark side." Tatiana agrees with her. "I still can't believe you are a virgin though."

It was his aura, the order revered by the Three Realms, a bottom line no one dared to cross lightly. Elijah had already become the vessel of the primordial source of Chaos. His eyes, one on the left and one on the right, respectively held the hazy obscurity before the primordial world's opening and the abyssal, bottomless blackness. There was no consciousness, no emotion, only the most primitive and violent instinct for destruction. Chaos Mist surged endlessly around him, every inch of his flesh flowing with power akin to the creation of heaven and earth. Wherever his fists and feet passed, there were no flashy techniques, yet they were enough to collapse space and make Zen Magic roar.

Not of what the letter said, but of what it might awaken. Downtown Lagos was already pulsing by the time James pulled into the private lot beside the gallery space. He wore a crisp charcoal suit, no tie, sleeves slightly rolled up. Clean. Controlled. As always. Inside, the space was flooded with natural light and minimalist art curated to impress without overwhelming. His client, a tech founder looking to rebrand after a public scandal, was already waiting. “James,” the client greeted him. “I hear you’re the man to call when chaos needs order.”

Sitting at the bar, broad shoulders hunched as if carrying the weight of the world, jaw shadowed with stubble and old bruises that told silent stories of !ghts and re-grets. His blue eyes, usually so vibrant, were pale, almost washed out, like the color hadbeen leached from them by too many sleepless nights and hard truths. He looked like a man teetering on the edge, and Alli knew, with a certainty that settled heavy in herstomach, that she was the one who could either pull him back or send him spiraling over the edge. He stood bathed in the "ickering neon light, a solid, quiet presence. He was as in-tense as a lightning storm brewing under a clear sky, a dangerous kind of beauty thattugged

I once took pride in being the alpha of alphas. "If you can't, then you have to make another choice." She added, looking at Corey. "Know this choice will end with you at your death, as I cannot save you from the poison almost reaching your veins." "No!" Corey shakes his head. "Don't be the coward. I can see it in your eyes. You are choosing the easy way. Die now and I will find a witch to bring you back. When I do know that, I will make life hell for you, Arsen. You will never know peace because I will make you pay for your choice for a very long time."