Chaos Head Novels & Stories

Her bright purple eyes are glowing, and black hair floats around her as she laughs. I know without a shadow of a doubt, that this one is Eris. Goddess of chaos and discord… Lesser known as the goddess who started a divine war by corrupting mortals. Hoped to create enough chaos magic to feed on so she could come to earth. Enhance her powers, rule over mortals, take over the world, blah, blah, blah. I shake my head and move on. The next painting steals my breath. A woman with shiny golden hair flowing in waves down her back. Her white Roman-style dress clings to her curves. She holds a golden bow and arrow, and a small smile plays on her lips.

I murmured, half asleep, smiling against his ribs, warm all the way through. "My queen," Malik said, quiet, into my hair, like a thing he'd known for a long time and had only now earned the right to name. "My queen of chaos. If you'll have the crown. If you'll take a gray careful kingdom and a man who's still learning how to be a person and a whole city full of people who used to be ordered to fear you, and stand next to it all, not under it, and make it yours too." I lay very still against him, and felt the enormous thing his voice was circling, and decided, being who I was, to make him work for the shape of it.

' 'I'm not leaving you. 'Nova, please, it's our only chance to actually make it out of this.' Another one of the huge dog-like beasts charged me, tackling me before I could do much about it, and I cracked my head off a rock on the ground before I slashed at the thing, but it was too fast. 'Ari, your head...' I ignored her as more of them came at me. I felt their jagged teeth puncture my skin, but I was too stunned by the blow to my head to actually do anything about it.

I avert my eyes and look down, knowing I just ruined the moment, and embarrassed myself in front of the most handsome man I've ever had the chance to lay my eyes upon. He use his index finger to lift up my head from under my chin, "Do I make you nervous Lesha?" he says over the music, with a dark sparkle in his eyes and the smirk on his face widened even more. "K..k..kinda, but it's probably because I have never been the center of attention of any guy." I shout, trying to avoid making eye contact, feeling even more nervous and shy under his hard gaze. I can't believe what I just told him, he probably thinks that I am weird now. Damn it, Lesha, this is why you're still single, I think to myse

Zach said as he reach for her face but his hand was rejected _" Your stubbornness, I like it." He playfully said as he took out a needle like gore creature and a twisted smile appear on his handsome face. The creature was about seven centimeter long and was shaped like a needle shaped worm, it's body was covered with rotten holes with extracted yellow liquid substance. ( A chaos creature? What is it doing here?) Yet the disgusting appearance and rotten stench made Taika felt disgusted. Zach completely ignore the expression and grab the milky slim long neck of Taika with strength not minding if she choke.

Elena asked, looking up at Chaos as she leaned forward to lick the cap of the di¢k and slowly take it inside her mouth. Chaos placed his two hands on her head and rammed his remaining di¢k inside her mouth, making her gag and cutting off her breath. He held her like that for a minute before withdrawing his di¢k from her mouth and didn't allow her to breathe when he thrust his di¢k again, forcely, gagging her again and again and before long he was in a rhythm. Fucking her face without mercy. His sharp claws dig into her head and draw out blood which begins to flow down her face.

The Mahan people better have an idea on what women could do when they are displeased. ''Too many questions, but it will be left unanswered,'' was the darkness' reply. Strange thing was, Chaos couldn't discern if it was a man or a woman. Was it part of their magic, too? ''Stand there quietly like a proper target and let us have your heads.'' Chaos scoffed at their taunt. It was nothing. It had no impact. He didn't feel scared at all. ''Come at us, then, cowards,” he challenged. The blades came. If that would mean that the enemy has no more arrows, that would be perfect. He and Carysse have no problems dealing with melee attacks.

I say. Chaos leans down to me. His eyes are dark, almost black. His hair is long and braided. As he gets closer to me, I see his beard is decorated with jewels. He is wearing denim, all denim, except for the stripes on his jacket, which is leather. I wonder if he is hot under all those clothes and all that hair. "I am Chaos. I am a friend. May I have a few words with you, Fallon?" Chaos asks me. I look at Bruce, and he is giddy to see his friend. "You weren't expecting him, were you?" I ask Bruce.