Chaos Heir Novels & Stories

Pausing for a moment, Alexander eyes moved to the book placed on top of the Jade bed, then he walked over and picked it up; looking at the book's cover page, three words are written in Dazzling characters 'Primordial Chaos Chant' Alexander took the Jade slip and the information stunned him "Encumbered with this Three Birth Chant,the one receiving the Primordial Chaos Chant is accepted as my Legacy Inheritor, governing over the entire Aurora Island.When you practice this Primordial Chaos Chant to the fullest,one turns undefeatable among their peers."I daresay where Primordial Chaos Chant appears, Invincible throughout!" The lines of words written in an arrogant manner was written by the sover

The heir looks at me as if I were his worst enemy, it is understandable, I feel the same way. — Then apologize to the little prince first, I heard you owe him some apologies. — Is she really not taking my side? So now I have to share my personal maid (and according to herself, my responsible adult) with the heir. Your Highness shows me his tongue contesting that he think like me. At least he is not crying anymore.

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."

“Take him to the underwater volcano at night, when everyone in the capital is asleep, and carefully burn the body. If you meet with the royal guards, you will say that a young serpens has sailed in their direction. Volcanoes are located between the borders of Sombra and Umbra — you should not be detained. And make sure no one sees Geras' body.” Long ago, Chaos realised that for the sake of his ambitions and returning to the coral capital, the father would do anything, even turn a blind eye to the death of his child. For him, his sons were just another way to achieve his goal. Ereb wasn’t too happy about the return of Chaos, putting more faith on him rather Geras. Despite being the firstborn,

Grandma said and I heaved a sigh of relief She's going to start with John and Hazel so Mitchell and I will know our fate by then but I have a feeling that Mitchell is going to become the heiress. How great will it be for a heir and heiress to be together? We will conquer the world together and make so many histories. TBC........ ©️ Tricia

He had landed himself in trouble! This was a disaster! Rachel’s next sentence made Chester even more flustered. “Philip Clarke is the heir to the main Clarke family. The one you kidnapped is the youngest princess of the main Clarke family.” Thump! In a flash, Chester staggered and almost lost his balance. How could this be…

“He’s soft… too easy to bend. It’s just a matter of time.” Carlos’s eyes gleamed. “You talk like you enjoy the chase.” “Oh, I do,” Derek said without hesitation. “There’s something thrilling about watching someone fall apart slowly… piece by piece.” Carlos let out a quiet chuckle. “Careful. You sound exactly like me.” “Maybe that’s not such a bad thing,” Derek replied, a playful smile tugging at his lips. Carlos laughed, deep and rough, leaning back in his chair again. “Maybe not. But remember—there’s always a difference between control and chaos. You might want to control, but me…” He trailed off, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “I enjoy the chaos.”

“He used to talk about you like you were magic. Said he was waiting to find you. That he'd seen your face in dreams. He worked with Selena. They planned to get you out together. He said… You were everything.” My throat closed.= I flipped the book open. Page after page, filled with my face—sketches, charcoal outlines, water-stained smears. My hair, my mouth, my eyes. One word kept repeating under every drawing in a childlike scrawl: The Heir. Heir of what? I turned more pages, the English shaky and broken. Ancient symbols and names I didn’t recognize. A bloodline. A clan. Kitusiko. Another page. A rough sketch of a birthmark.

“Found this on one of Jade’s operatives. Audio message.” Grace pressed play. A voice echoed through the room. It was Roland Ashford. “If you’re hearing this, my daughters have gone to war. One wants my empire. The other, my soul.” Grace froze. “I left behind one final heir. One who was never activated. One who doesn’t even know what they are yet. Find them before Jade does.” The message ended. Grace’s world spun. Another SEED. A hidden heir. Possibly more dangerous than all of them combined.

he whispered as he looked at the dead that littered the ground with rage and guilt. The Priest rushed to him. “My Lord,” he fell on his feet before him. “Give me your commands.” The Heir pulled him up and turned to the survivors. “My name is Alaris. I am the Heir that was promised. Your suffering ends here!” Then he turned to the Priest. “Take me to the rest.” “Yes, My Lord.” The Priest bowed. Then he turned to the people and yelled. “The Heir is here!” They chanted back. “Saviour! Saviour! Saviour!”