Chaos Heir Novels & Stories

“The surge came from the Devil’s direction. Did you think I would not feel where our Heir was caged?” Heir. Caelum’s jaw tightened. He’d grown up on that word, half rallying cry, half lullaby. When the Heir rises, we rise. When he was younger, he’d believed it would be simple. The Heir would appear, they would kneel, they would burn the world. Then he met Apollo. And learned that the ashes of one war did not care much for the prophecies of the next. Prophecy did not account for leash marks and shadow collars and the way demons smiled while tightening them.

Before Her Heir. Sienna’s breath caught. “Her Heir,” she whispered. Harvey’s face paled. “No. No, Sienna, you don’t understand. It’s not just about the bloodline. It’s what you’re meant to do with it. You’re not just the heir... you are the one who will either break the curse or become its next victim.” Sienna looked at the journal again, her heart racing. The final words echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain: Her Heir. Her destiny had just been laid bare before her, and she had no idea how to stop the storm that was about to break.

Their jewelries and outfits glittering with riches. ~~~Ginger stood at the entrance of a new world with an impossible task at hand. Steal the bejeweled egg of Princess Katiyah, also know as the scarlet royalty of the Crimson Fae Kingdom and save her friend. Why wouldn’t it be easy? Crimson Kingdom was famed for its assassins, the Crimson Knights and they loved their princess.~~

Emeraude tried to soothe. "Explain this to me now?" Bree requested, now with a more controlled voice. "Well, I don't know where to start. I'm already two months along, and the father is Cassian St. Clair," Emeraude revealed, fidgeting with the ends of her hair and hearing the silence on the other end of the line. "Bree?" "I'm in shock right now," confessed Bree, her voice low. "You lucky girl! You're carrying an heir to a damn fortune," she added, making Emeraude laugh.

she whispered, “not a girl who has lied to them her entire life.” “You’re not just a girl,” Kaelen replied, turning to her fully now. The scar across his cheek caught the sunlight, a mark of every battle he had fought in her name. “You are the reason they are still standing. You are the heir of two bloodlines, the bridge between shadows and stars. If you do not claim it, all of this—” He gestured to the ruined citadel, to the broken spears, to the dead still waiting for burial. “—will be for nothing.”

​ "Th‌ere are no‌ more ledgers to settle‌.‍ The re⁠gist⁠ri​es are locked, the uni⁠on is cleaned, and your g‌host pro​tocol is nothin‌g more th‌an a failing‍ simulation." Ali⁠stair chuckled, a‍ l‌ow, wheez‍ing sound.​ "You think you’v⁠e won bec‍ause you seized the a⁠ssets?⁠ You haven't seized anything. Yo⁠u’ve just inherited the same cycle o⁠f control tha​t destroyed your​ mother.​ You think the‍ C⁠hen family‍ is the villain? You think I’m the v​illain? We are ju‍st the steward⁠s of the c⁠haos. Th‌e world runs on the debt you’re so desp​erate to e​rase‍."

“Why me? I am tired of all the misfortunes that have befallen me, you know that, right?” “You were chosen by nature and also the power of the Great Dream; it is a test of your suitability. You should know that the golden seed is born after the destroyer appears. All come from the lineage of the Great Dream, and the destroyer is Lewis. Unfortunately, the spirit of the destroyer chose the wrong seed.” Andy fell silent, pondering Soraka's words. What did she mean by picking the wrong seed? Didn't his uncle manage to get rid of his father? They had arrived in the city; Andy asked to be taken to the mansion as he felt tired. In fact, he wanted to talk a lot with Soraka about this miracle.

He slowly turned his head to look at Carl, who stood to the side. His nose twitched slightly as a familiar aura, etched into his soul and bones, surged in through his nostrils, instantly overwhelming the primordial source of Chaos's raw desire for destruction. That aura was clear, vast, and supreme, like the rules of the heavens above the firmament, like the fundamental order governing all things. It was the aura of the Master he had followed for countless eras and awaited through billions of years of slumber. He was Chaos, one of the divine beasts born at the opening of the primordial world, destined to bear the heavens and serve as their mount. And within the seemingly ordinary young man C

he called as softly as he could and got their attention when he got closer. Dean was surprised to see him. But he can't hide his happiness. He misses him after a week of not seeing him. He misses Sean terribly. "Bun, you're here! When did you arrive? Why didn't you tell me?" he exclaims happily using his pet name for him for the first time since they made up. Employees that are present at the lobby stare at their boss in astonishment. But what got their attention more is Sean’s presence. Sean, the infamous heir of Chairman Stuart Williams. The eldest son of the Williams. The heir of the Empire Group of Companies. The lost prince.

His father had disappeared after handing it over, melting back into the shadows like he’d never existed. But the data was real. Clarissa had confirmed it remotely… Project Helix wasn’t the only program. There were backups. Successors. Even neurological prototypes meant to control behavior on a cellular level. Project Eden. He felt his phone vibrate. Julian: She’s back. My mother. She wants war. Aiden replied: Then we give them hell. But before he could hit send, a message pinged into his inbox. From an anonymous source. No subject. One attachment.