Chaos Head Novels & Stories

Holographic head popups from his wrist band. To say, the two men may have completely different characters however both of them were spectacular. Alex had black hair while Leo had brown hair complimenting his dark brows. Alex had black eyes while Leo had dark brown eyes. Both the men looked incredibly handsome with perfectly defined sharp features. While one was charming the other had an intense aura of intimidation. He slides his thumb at the base of his wristwatch and a full, holographic figure of Leo appears on the floor. 'He looks pissed off' Alex mentioned in his head.

How do celebrities deal with these blinding lights, all focused on them? Everyone’s running, talking through headphones, checking papers, scrolling through teleprompters, adjusting cameras, fixing makeup. It feels like chaos, yet controlled chaos. “Are you nervous?” Hank asked. I stared at him for a moment and shook my head. Sadness sits heavier than nerves today. This isn’t my first time on TV, but the stakes feel different. Jarred and Hade promised they’d stay by my side, watching over me no matter what. I scan the crowd again, silently hoping to catch a glimpse of them among the chaos.

Evrah shook her head, “More cryptic talk. Can you tell me what that means, 'my tie to the past'?” A soft almost musical voice spoke from behind her. “Evrah, wisdom comes with age and experience, therefore the knowledge you seek will not be given freely. Each day a new lesson brings experience and with it knowledge.” Evrah turned and stumbled backward, landing on her butt in the grass. Her gaze never left the creature in front of her. She had expected to see a woman, speaking to her. There, in front of her, was a wall of amazing white fur, covering a very toned and built frame. Silver mane and tail that almost outshone the golden twisted horn at the top of the head.

" Oh fuck," I muttered. Things had escalated quickly. My father was there with his over ten men, and now Khai had joined in the chaos with his beta, growling at the intruders. Before Khai shifted into his human form, several pack warriors appeared at once, growling toward my father, but Sebastian Vlad didn't care. His red eyes were on me, and there was worry in those orbs. I was holding Hope close to me. The poor girl was trembling, and her eyes were shut.

"We’re pinned!" Lucas looked down at Ariana. She was slipping away, the anaphylaxis shutting her down completely. A dark, ancient fury settled over his features. These people were too arrogant; he had to show them that Lucas Hill was not someone they could mess with and go scot-free. He reached into the hidden compartment and made the call. These were his elite—men trained in the dark, ghostly shadows of the underworld. "This is Sovereign," Lucas said, his voice a frequency of pure death. "Initiate Shadow Protocol. Clear the bridge. Extreme prejudice."

Not because I couldn’t but because I didn’t want to. Do you know how disturbing that is for someone like me? I feel like my entire personality folder got corrupted. Luca keeps calling it “character development,” like he’s personally responsible for this emotional glow-up. Sofia pats my cheek sympathetically and tells me heartbreak builds empathy. Empathy. No thank you. But then something shifts in the air. Like a disturbance in the force. Like the universe whispering, Heads up, King — chaos is coming. So I finally look up and see an eight-year-old girl annihilate my front display like she’s reenacting Fast & Furious: Bookstore Drift.

She has a red ribbon on her head, and black ink marks cover parts of her body. Tristan must notice I'm trembling because he pulls me closer and looks into my eyes. “They are not going to hurt you.” But my racing pulse ignores him, skyrocketing like a jet. I try to breathe steadily, drawing long, calm breaths. Suddenly, a deep drum echoes through the estate, startling me. Boom. Boom. Boom. The sound vibrates through my chest. More drums join in, and the crowd begins chanting in a language I don't understand. At first, it’s slow, then louder, until the entire night seems to shake with it.

She scratched the back of her head, buying herself a second, but her mind went completely blank. Think. Think. Say something. But nothing came. Panic began to climb up her spine. Thankfully, Jay stepped in at once. “Nichole had a minor accident,” he said smoothly. “She hit her head against the steering wheel. The doctor said she suffered a slight concussion.” Maya gasped. “Oh my God.” She rushed closer and reached gently toward Honey’s head. “My poor baby, you must have been in so much pain.” Honey flinched dramatically. “Ouch... it still hurts a little.”

Everything around her spun violently before her knees gave way, sending her crashing onto the floor. The café erupted into chaos. Evelina could hear voices shouting her name and others desperately telling her to wake up; the sounds slowly faded into the distance, her vision blurred… Then everything went dark.