Chaos Heir 소설 & 이야기

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!”

Carysse’s ears perked at that. “You are?” Chaos drew in a breath and slowly released it as if preparing to reveal himself–the one thing that he couldn’t do that day, as he claims. “You are the first to hear this after how many years that I didn’t dare tell it to anybody ever since Mahan took everything away.” His eyes never left Carysse. “I am Chaos Vahamor, the only son of the reigning king. And Prince Saizen Lifir is my cousin.”

"The Heir needs a catalyst. A heart that has been emptied is the perfect vessel for my return. And you, Rhea... you are the cradle that is finally falling." A sudden, sharp contraction tore through Rhea’s abdomen, making her arch her back and scream. The glass-like skin of her stomach was glowing so brightly it was translucent. She could see him. The Heir. He wasn't a baby anymore. He was a curled, terrifying shape of pure shadow, his fingers elongated and clawed, his head crowned with jagged obsidian horns. He was pushing. He was fighting to be free of the flesh that had held him. "I can't... I can't do this alone," she wheezed, her silver veins pulsing with a violent, violet light.

I’d felt it, even if I hadn’t known what it meant. “If nothing changes,” he said, “the bond between Alpha and Queen will shatter. And when it does, the balance that holds this realm together will fall with it.” I swallowed hard, my breath caught in my throat. “You mean—?” “Chaos,” Isaiah said, the word barely a whisper. “Born of blood that should never have mixed. Of love that turned on itself. And it’s coming, Hailey. Whether you’re ready or not.” He held my gaze for one heartbeat more, then turned—and vanished like mist in morning light.

"Son, everyone knew I'm not a believer with mere fantasies and rumours. But I think those strange things that have happened were the signs that the feared history just started preparing to repeat itself. The first thing that I found out was the giant serpent. It means the destruction will start in our kingdom. I wanted to disregard it but as I flipped through the next pages, I saw the quote that said, 'After an immortal's redemption, chaos will fall on the said land for the immortal wasn't there anymore to prevent the disaster from coming.' Then it came to me the dream I once had about Mon, ascending towards the heaven, surrounded by striking rays of blue light. He even claimed that I wasn't

Kael’s fear. And beneath it— something worse. Helplessness. The realization hurt more than the memories. Because Kael hated feeling powerless. And I was becoming the one thing he couldn’t protect. (The First Heir’s POV) It’s happening faster than before. Too fast. The Echoes never awakened this early in the previous cycles. Something changed. Then I realized it. The fracture. Two bonds. Impossible. No heir was ever tied to two souls this deeply before. That changes everything. Or destroys everything.

And somewhere beneath the soil, a new seed began to stir, waiting for the rain, waiting for the light, waiting to become something more. The heir had planted her tree. And now the next heir would do the same. THE END

Chaos went back eve if he's confused of what just happened, but what he didn't know is that a crescent moon mark appeared on his forehead. As Chaos went back to his room her mother appeared, blocked his pathway and confronted Allistair. "You cannot have him," she warned, voice trembling. "He is your father and he is mine." But Chaos hearing this did not listen. He could not. He was emotionless and yet overflowing with one singular, impossible desire: Lucifer. Not as father. Not as creator. But as something more, something forbidden. And Na'ara stood in the way. The fight was inevitable. It was brutal. They split stars; they shattered continents; they tore the veil between Heaven and the earl

"A crazy old man broke into the house and frightened Ms. Horst. Take him away to where he belongs." The two guards hesitated. But seeing the crazed old man before the mirror, they ultimately moved forward and restrained him, each taking one side. "Jade! Look at me! I'm Terry! Don't you recognize me?!" He stared at me fiercely until he was dragged out of the door. I simply waved my hand, urging them to hurry up. His cries grew fainter. I turned to the confused Sarah and reached out gently to touch her belly. "Don't be scared. You're safe now. Take care of yourself and the baby. After all, the baby's the heir to the Bolton family."

The Dark Leader stood at the edge of the battlefield, half-hidden by the swirling darkness, his eyes fixed on two things; Ceres and my stomach. He smirked. “Interesting…” he murmured. He lifted his fingers, tracing strange patterns in the air as if chanting some spells. Then, a shiver ran through me. But before I could react, chaos erupted again. It seemed that the rebels understood what was going on, and they suddenly changed tactics. “They’re targeting her!” someone shouted. I could feel my inside jittering and my child wriggling. “The heir!” one of the possessed wolves roared. “Kill the heir!”