Chaos Ian Malcolm Novels & Stories

"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."

He glanced at the screen, ignored the call, and powered the phone off. I felt unmoored. "What happens now? Your families are bound to react badly." Chester closed his hand around mine, his voice steady. "Whatever comes, I'll face it. Mandy, all I need to know is whether you are willing to face it with me." I met his eyes and thought of the concert lights, the restless month that followed, and the jolt when our paths crossed again. My doubts and fears dissolved all at once. I nodded, tears streaming down my face as I spoke. "I'm willing."

A low chuckle escaped Malcolm’s mouth, calm and unbothered. The sound made Zoe’s heart race. “No way,” Zoe whispered, shaking her head as if trying to reject the reality forming before her. Her voice trembled despite her attempt to sound confident. “Why would they do that?” Her gaze shifted quickly between Pete and Malcolm. Only minutes ago she had mocked Petra openly, certain that Petra and her brother were lying about their identity and wealth. But now something felt terribly wrong. “I didn’t expect that to happen right after what Malcolm said,” one of the male guests murmured to the people beside him. His voice carried enough volume for several nearby guests to hear clearly. “Could he act

" 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.

“Man talk, what is in there? What did you see?" "Shit shit shit!” he kept cursing. One of the generals dragged him away, looking into the cave. I watched him, he froze, his legs moving back. He fell to the ground and screamed. I sprang from the floor despite the pain and grabbed his mouth, I looked too. “Oh, goddess of the moon." Malcolm was on the floor, torn apart, his intestines all over the place on the ground covered in his blood. Slyvia was standing over him.

His chest felt tight, a knot of anxiety twisting with each beat of hisheart. His hands trembled, the tremors betraying the turmoil inside. His pulse hammered, a chaotic mix of pain, want, and something else—something he wasn't ready to name, something that felt dangerously like hope, a traitorous "icker in the darkness. Then, without thinking, driven by an impulse he didn't understand, a desperate need to contain the chaos, to shut out the world, he grabbed the chain. The metal wascold and rough against his skin as he yanked, the heavy bay door groaning in protest as it began its descent.

I did as told lifting Malaya to sit next to me. I have him a once over and if it wasn't for his non existent breast, I'd say he's a she. His waist was really small, maybe a 24 or 26, his wider than usual and his ass was fat. He had such a beautiful smile and his eyes were beautiful too. God damn I'm star strucked. "Good morning, my name is Nurse Malakai Crawford and I'll be your nurse from now on. Miss June is on sick leave so I'm her replacement until she gets back" He said smiling politely.

Holy fuck! I tried to move but I felt a sharp pain shooting through my right leg and I squeezed my eyes in pain. “Rebecca, open your eyes.” I heard Xavier’s voice faintly. I tried to focus on his voice and felt my forehead getting wet. Was he crying? Was I going to die? “Rebecca!” I heard someone yelling my name distantly and felt my eyes closing against my own will.

I interrupted. “That’s where a group of people working in controlling the spaceship which launches. They keep track of where it’s going, at what time, everything. Now they are going to make a program to blast any spaceship which crossed this galaxy to the milky way galaxy. It will be done within three days, not a week,” Malcolm explained. “That’s not fair. It hasn’t even been one day since I came here. I can’t leave without Chris. I want to be with Chris. Please, Malcolm, stop this,” I pleaded to him.