Chaos God Mythology Novels & Stories

The witch was engaging one of the goddesses, when she noticed, they all had left her and face the standing Shadow fighters, they killed one and magically transformed him to powder, and each of them took little from the powder and blow air from their mouths on it, ground began to shake, and dusts covered the earth, the witch asked " what type of magic is this? And then all had been buried under the great dust and sands, there was a great silence for a long time, the dust went to every corner of the earth, and there was no place it did not reach. And it was like everything had been buried, suddenly rain began to fell, and washed it all away, and the deaths began to resurrect, the queen knew ab

“That’s exactly what you are, Vittoria. A plague.” He met her gaze, impassive, as if his words carried no weight on his conscience but were undeniable truths. “A plague that slowly poisons everything around it, even when it thinks it’s harmless. And the worst part is, you don’t even realize it. You destroy relationships, sow discord, and create chaos, all with that victimized air, as if the world is always against you.” Vittoria’s lips parted and closed several times, as if she were desperately searching for a response, any retort to counter the blow. But nothing came.

The person who wants to destroy all you've created. The closer I got, the faster my heart beat. As I got closer, the runes pulsed, their light intensifying. A shiver went through my body. "Who is this competitor?" I insisted. The outlaw paused, fear shining in his eyes. Nyxia is her name. She is the chaos goddess. She's already observing you, too. A ray of light shot into the sky as the runes sprung to life before I could react. The earth shook beneath us, and I heard a chilly, menacing voice in my head.

“I think you are mistaken. I am Evrah Evergreen. That is the only name I have. That is who I am.” Sylvrmane shook her head, “It is not. Your spiritual name is there, inside you. It is the essence of who you are and when the time is right, it will reveal itself to you. Beware Evrah, it is a name that only you and the creator must know. For if that name crosses the wrong lips, it could be disastrous for is you. There is one who walks among the land, darkness rules his reason and his soul. He ripped the power from the world and made it his own. This abomination searched, bartered, and betrayed until he found the true name of the soul, he wished to gain power from.

Sitting up, I look down at her as she raises an eyebrow at me. “What is that supposed to mean?” I ask her as she sits up. My mom Mia is not one to be messed with. She is powerful and beautiful. Her wolf Chaos lives up to her name. She is chaotic but would kill and has killed for her own. “What’s the point in having all those titles if you don’t use them? You’re the Goddess of Hell. Maybe you need to teach him a lesson? Look, I know what he has done and who his father is. Gaia, you need to claim them. All four of them. I will not see my daughter kill herself.” I groan as I move off the bed and storm towards the bar in the corner of the room.

The fragments of Harper surged forward, and the whispering returned — louder, more commanding, uncontrollable. “You thought you could survive without me?” Harper purred from inside Lila. “Think again. I am eternal. I am chaos. And now… the real game begins.”

The mad gods continued forming, each one a doorway for the Null. And somewhere in the pattern of disaster, I detected another presence—something that had been waiting for exactly this moment of maximum vulnerability. The orchestrated ascensions weren't just removing defenders. They were creating specific configuration of divine chaos. Configuration that resembled a summoning circle scaled to cosmic size.

He was still in pain but anyone on the high table knew the consequences of breaking laws that were put in place. There were only like a few laws, so breaking any of them was like a death sentence. The reason Gods weren't allowed to mess with time besides the Goddess of Time was because of how dangerous it was to time itself. The last God to try caused complete Chaos. It took alot to get everything in order but that was before I came along. I should've been an exception to the law but I wasn't.

A jolt immediately went through my whole body. “What… what can I do…?” “What can you do…? Not only you are covered with wounds all over— what’s more, I can’t heal you with my magic. Your only choice, child— is to pray to the celestial gods.” “Celestial gods…?” I find myself to be sneering— I wondered why. “To whom? Your ancestor Loki? Or his parents— Fárbauti? Or Laufey? Or should I pray to you since you are the descendant of a celestial god?”

I choke out, “Hm? Gol- I mean, Elijah?” “Call me what you want, I shouldn’t have stopped you, I’m incredibly sorry for that as well.” The words tumble out of me, as with tears. God. I am a mess. A crying mess. “I shouldn’t have poked the hornet’s nest years ago, and I made suffer all these while, dropping out of school, God, how do you not hate me??? I am an incredibly shitty person and all I have done is shitty things to you. I even held a gun to your head. God! What was I thinking??”