Chaos Head Novels & Stories

Not used to solid ground, clothes, dry air, Chaos was exhausted, hating the world of people even more. The girl clutched her head and began to swing quickly, actively gesticulating and pointing at the door, then at the window with a view of the sea. Black pupils filled the iris of her distraught eyes and suddenly, breathing heavily, Nocté froze. Instantly closing her mouth, she listened and rushed out of the apartment. Shaking off the remnants of the water, Chaos followed her.

She said, looking at a guy. The guy is riding a Black big moto that I don’t know what Is it called, every girl that is in front of the gate started to give him away and some of them were squealing. The guy took off his helmet and got off his motor and looked at her at my car directly and started walking towards us. “Who---” “He is Chaos Spencer, a son of a well-known Business man just like you, and just like his name chaos is always following him.” Krishane said, still staring at the guy who stopped at the window near me and knocked.

I collapsed into Hep’s arms and Scottie moved to catch Aran before his head hit the ground. “Stupid fools!” Chaos’s voice thundered through the cave. “You know not what you’ve done! You’ve doomed the one responsible for your creation. I will make you pay!” True thunder echoed through the cave and the ground began to shake. Small stones started to fall from the roof.

All three men lay on the floor dead, their bodies torsioned and twisted in grotesque unnerving manners, the servant who had brought them sat in his corner clutching himself hard, vaguely whispering indecipherable words as his glazed over eyes looked onto nothingness. "Yessss," Chaos's voice slithered into my head. "See what we could do, how much we can and will destroy, I am yours, you have to be mine, all you have to do is give in." "No!" I yell clutching myself. "Never, never!" The sly laugh echoed off in my head as it faded off into its nothingness, its suffocating grip on my mind receding. "Stubborn," it mused between the laughs. "So stubborn, don't worry, you have all the time in the wo

“I have seen an abomination. I will purge the unjust.” ‘Purge the unjust! Purge the unjust!’ The chant rang in her head, and for the first time, she accepted it. “We could have ended it the easier way.” Draven tsked, lifting his hand into the air and an object appeared in it. ‘Is that the eyes of chaos?!’ Her eyes widened, and she flung her glaive at it. The eyes of chaos shot into the sky, escaping glaive by a few milliseconds. ‘No! No! This is bad. Really, really bad.’ She panicked as the cloud grew red and pressed her finger on the earpiece in her ear.

Every step closer to them sent ripples through the air, waves of distortion that made my vision blur and my head spin. The ground beneath my feet trembled, cracking open like the earth itself was recoiling from the unnatural force that the mastermind had become. “Is this what you really are?” I shouted over the deafening roar of chaos, my voice barely audible. “A formless monster bent on destruction?” The mastermind’s laughter cut through the cacophony like a blade, sharp and mocking. “I am chaos, Sera. I am the force that undoes, the darkness that consumes.

“He is at the bottom of the well, where I should have sent you. I will not make the same mistake this night. Come out! Let me in!” “Miranda! Was he wearing his Guardian’s Artifact? “Of course he was, even called out for him. Curral never came. He would never face me. Not for that. Curral Understands. They all need to understand. Sacha needs to understand!” “Understand what?” “That you are being betrayed, and so you betray me! There needs to be a new order. The old one will fall. Let me take you before then. Sacha will understand.” “Help me understand.”

A secret path through the frost-silver trees, cloaked by enchantment and shadow. The path led to a clearing long forgotten by the rest of the world. Twelve skulls—snow-white and wolf-boned—circled a silver tree with bark like light and leaves like night. This was where she found her. Mother Noira. The pack witch. The Shaman of the White Wolves. Her skin was the color of storm clouds, her eyes blind but glowing with thin threads of violet. Runes were carved into her flesh, old magic pulsing from her bones like breath.

I never asked for any of this. “What’s your name?” I ask her as I look up at her as she looks down at me. “My name is Chaos.” My eyes widen, well that’s different. “Chaos?” he nods her head, tilting it to the side. “Yes, when I shift for the first time, you will know why I am called that.” My eyes widen. As I am pulled back to the familiar bedroom.

The Chaos boy holding my hand is equally as confused as I am. My missing Chaos boy steals my breath away. He isn’t small anymore. His gaze is cutting and almost devoid of emotion. Two frozen ice-blue eyes. His razored hair comes just under his square jaw. His once inky-black hair has been dyed midnight blue. He has a septum piercing, each of his eyebrows has two piercings, his bottom lip has a spider bite, and his ear lobes are covered. He has a black leather collar on his throat and leather bands on his tattoo-covered arms. He is in all black. A deadly vibe comes off him in waves. My eyes are drawn to the tattoo on his neck. It’s of a blonde girl in cowboy boots sitting under a pecan tree c