Chaos Head Novels & Stories

*Crack* *Crack* The Chaos generated was destructive and untamable. Several strands of the most violent energy known to man and gods struck the ground and turned whatever it touched to ash. Yet in the centre stood Mane, controller of Harch and bringer of Chaos. The bright eyes of the Supreme were the only beacons of light that could be discerned from the dark storm churning, but Shiva didn’t perceive those bright orbs as his hope. For the first time the light was more fearful than the darkness. And Shiva wasn’t nothing more than to get away from it.

That's when things went wrong. A roar was heard by the Strays and Raptors. It was unlike anything any living thing had ever heard. It was pain . . . madness . . . fear . . . It was, in fact, Chaos. Chaos had a voice and then, it showed its hand. From the breach emerged a pitch-black tentacle came shooting out, reaching for whatever or whoever it could. All the allies were hearing voices in their heads, but they didn't seem to make sense. They wondered how long those creatures that had attacked the Den had been exposed to those voices. They couldn't give Chaos another chance.

It’s eyes was white like the horrendous beasts. “It’s Chaos,” stuttered William.

Chaos was a prince. “Now get the fuck out of my sight before I do something you’d regret,” with those words, she stumbled out of the room, looking as if she'd seen a ghost. Never once have I seen the woman look flustered or at a loss for words in my twenty years of life. “Sorry about that kitten. I was about two seconds from snapping her neck,” Chaos grinned as if snapping someone's neck was an everyday occurrence, "Now where were we?" “You are Hades son?”

Only rows of in flowing White dressed warriors with glass spears, the rusty gates the Megacity marched. I lay flat on the belly in the dirt of an old, dried-out sewer, about fifty meters in front of the city gate. The stench of rotten iron hung hard in my nose. Next to me, Silas cheered, his face bleached, his hands tightly around a cloby, hastily joint-welded switch panel clamped. from us, hidden under old, camouflaged plans, our masterpiece lay: The Chaos Disruptor. He consisted of four gigantic warning vessels coupled to a rusty steam boiler and a mountain

“Noted sir!” A chorus followed suite and all four members of the HEADLESS HORSEMEN, vanished in a large display of spark which revealed a part of Chronos, most specifically the large hand holding the large orb in hand. His vermillion eyes glared at the orb as he recalled the prophecy the oracle staff told him, “Your reign would come to an abrupt end at the hands of your own son. Under the lunar Rebirth of Chaos.” He gritted his teeth and coiled his freehand into a tight fist cracking the armrests of the throne. “I'll make you vanish, that power you hold is not yours to own.”

He headed toward Mount Chaos, the headquarters of the Dooms. Mount Chaos covered an area of tens of thousands of light-years. On the spiritual mountain were countless powerful Dooms. As soon as James appeared outside Mount Chaos, he immediately attracted the attention of some guards. “Young Master?” A few guards were surprised to see James. Tens of thousands of guards immediately gathered and knelt on the ground. They greeted him respectfully, “Welcome back, Young Master!” James looked at the Doom Race’s guards, raised his hand, and said, “Stand.”

Pure, physical metal coated in null-energy. He threw it at Marcus. Time slowed. Jack saw the blade spinning, saw Marcus turning too slowly, saw the inevitable trajectory toward his friend's heart— Haley moved. Not consciously—her body simply reacted, her chaos power warping space for a split second. The blade missed Marcus by an inch, embedding in the wall behind him. But the effort cost her. Haley crumpled, unconscious. "Remarkable." Charon's form solidified as the lights dimmed. "The chaos anchor. That's what Ouroboros wanted from Alcatraz. Not the girl—her power."

Even if he was talking to just a projection of his brother out of his memories, Jinx couldn't bear to tell him that everything he loved was now just a black scorch mark in a field. "I want to know who you are." Albert stepped back and the scene changed again. The toy plane that had been in Jinx's paws disappeared and became a real flyable plane. "And I want you to understand your unbelievable power. As Chaos, you could bring that barn back with everything in it, safely resurrected anywhere in the world with nothing more than a thought, if you so chose. Even this quest is shaped by you. Your hopes. Your terrors."

The robot looked up at me with one remaining fake eye. “Princess,” it repeated mechanically. I shoved the shotgun directly into its mouth. “You should have picked a less creepy nickname.” BOOM. Its entire head exploded apart. Silence. Heavy breathing filled the destroyed restaurant while smoke drifted through the air slowly. Bodies everywhere. Blood everywhere. Broken glass. Bullet holes. Absolute chaos. And in the middle of it… Rico was gone. That coward escaped during the madness. I lowered the shotgun slowly, my chest rising heavily while adrenaline still burned through my body.