Chaos Father Novels & Stories

"Grandpa, Grandma, Mom, what's going on? Is dinner ready?" Seeing him, Kennard seemed to lose all rationality. "Who are you calling Grandpa and Grandma? Don't you dare call us that! We don't even know who your real dad is. Get out of here!" Christopher, confused by the sudden harshness, ran straight into my arms and started crying. He had no idea why the grandparents who usually adored him had suddenly turned cold. His sobs only made Kennard more irritable. He grabbed Christopher and threw him onto the sofa, then grabbed him by the neck. "Why are you crying? Have I been too kind to you? Get out! Go find your real dad! Don't you dare stay in this house!"

Then he turned to the judge with cold, steady eyes. “No,” he said clearly. “I do not wish to hold onto the adoption. I renounce it. Kael is no longer my son.” Kael exploded. “You can’t do that! You raised me! You’re my father! Blood is thicker than water, you bastard!” Security had to hold him back. He was screaming, face red with rage, tears of fury in his eyes. “After everything I went through because of you! You throw me away for a nineteen-year-old slut?! I’ll kill you both!”

Chaos wanted to see his mate seemingly, fucker is obsessed with the vampire. Groaning as my cock decides to twitch at the image my wolf keeps flashing at me. Dragging my hands over my face, I think a cold shower is needed before I head to the office . I have a meeting with my father to go over some contracts to do with the security company we own. I swear if he starts talking about Una again I won't be held responsible for my actions . I had been in my office for an hour when my father arrived , I wasn't even paying attention until her scent hit me and Chaos began growling .

said a voice she knew too well. Alicia stood and watched the astral projection of her father enter the room. He wore the red and gold robes of chaos, beneath his cowl only the red of his eyes could be seen. He paced slowly in front of her, each second that passed made her anxious. Was he here to judge her? To laugh in her face and tell her that she had already lost? Or was he here because she was the heir apparent to the throne of chaos and he needed a proper successor. At least that's what he told her the day the war began, that only she could take his place as the demigoddess of chaos. Although the Collective would never allow such a thing to come to pass. The Gods wanted her dead for kill

Carysse’s ears perked at that. “You are?” Chaos drew in a breath and slowly released it as if preparing to reveal himself–the one thing that he couldn’t do that day, as he claims. “You are the first to hear this after how many years that I didn’t dare tell it to anybody ever since Mahan took everything away.” His eyes never left Carysse. “I am Chaos Vahamor, the only son of the reigning king. And Prince Saizen Lifir is my cousin.”

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.

“Take him to the underwater volcano at night, when everyone in the capital is asleep, and carefully burn the body. If you meet with the royal guards, you will say that a young serpens has sailed in their direction. Volcanoes are located between the borders of Sombra and Umbra — you should not be detained. And make sure no one sees Geras' body.” Long ago, Chaos realised that for the sake of his ambitions and returning to the coral capital, the father would do anything, even turn a blind eye to the death of his child. For him, his sons were just another way to achieve his goal. Ereb wasn’t too happy about the return of Chaos, putting more faith on him rather Geras. Despite being the firstborn,

"Yeah, anyway, on the planet where I was raised, there was this particular legend, that when the universal empire of the originals fell and they were wiped from the cosmos, they had a secret plan to bring themselves back, they left these heirs among the lower races, granting them the power to command origins." "Okay," Nya nodded. So there were also legends about the Regis? "Well, there’s strong evidence that these 'heirs' actually exist, and that they possess capabilities beyond adepts and phantasms," Terror explained, “and a whole cabal of them control Hyperion from the shadows,” "Are you getting to anything resembling point soon?" Nya asked impatiently "Suppose you were a handsome, dashing

Elara This man is Alpha Damon Crassus! The reality crashed into me, and any admiration I might have had for him went down the drain. All I could feel was anger. Even though he wasn't the Crassus who had dragged me through the mud and almost ruined my life two years ago, that didn't change the fact that he was still a Crassus. Not to mention, he was Jason's father! The thought alone made my face morph into a frown. But before the disdain could fully show on my features, a tall, dark-haired man stepped into the room and made his way toward us. He had a lean build and looked to be in his mid-thirties.

No reply came. But in his chest, the bond pulsed again. Stronger. And in that silence, he knew. She remembered something. Whether it was pain… or him… he didn’t know. But soon, he would. And then the real chaos would begin. Because Darian Draven wasn’t just a mate seeking love. He was a king seeking what was stolen. And he would not stop until every shadow was burned and every truth laid bare—until she stood beside him, whole, free, and his.