Chaos Ian Malcolm Novels & Stories

Malachi was using the chaos to draw the wolves out of the shadows, exposing the pack’s identity so that the balance between humans and supernaturals would be broken irreparably. The maximum tension reached its peak when they arrived at the central square. Richard, Helena’s ex-boyfriend, had been seen in one of Malachi’s surveillance vehicles, acting as the financier of that destruction purely out of petty revenge. Old enemies were uniting under new cruel fates. For Richard, it was about possession; for Malachi, it was about power; for Dante and Helena, it was about existence. “Look!” Malachi shouted, his voice amplified by megaphones as he positioned himself on the roof of the police station

SAWYER You have got to be fucking kidding me. Malcolm slowly rose from the floor like a demon making its forbidden ascent from the pits of hell. And Malcolm looked every bit like a creature from its dark depths. Razor-sharp claws were elongated from his fingers. Serrated fangs that grazed over his bottom lip. His ginger hair had turned midnight black and an ominous aura oozed off every pore on his inhumane body. Any one of these changes would have made him seem vicious to anyone else.

“The Halcyon is registered under a shell three layers deep. Weapons will be present. So will witnesses who pretend they aren’t.” “Of course they will,” Cassian replied. “He won’t make a move unless he believes it can be plausibly denied.” Elara folded her arms. “So we give him a narrative he can’t rewrite.” Cassian’s gaze slid to her, sharp and assessing. “You’re thinking like a strategist.” “I’m done being the secret,” she said evenly. “If he wants the key, he meets the lock.” Silence followed that. Then Marcus smiled. “I like her,” he said. “She’s inconvenient.”

The poor girl. Malcolm glared at the doctor who quickly went to work. The last thing he wanted to do right now was to anger this man who stood like the god of death. He could only silently pity whoever was behind this. Malcolm's aura turned ten times darker. He quickly turned to his men, “I want whoever is behind this to be presented to me in the next twelve hours.” He ordered before barging out of the room. He couldn’t believe he nearly killed his wife!!

But honestly, it felt like I didn’t have the right to say no—not after everything he was doing for me. This is why I hate asking for help. It’s like handing someone the key to your cage and hoping they don’t lock the door behind you. “If you’re curious, Malikhain is one of the university orgs. We usually handle school events, the campus designs, journalism, all that kind of stuff,” he explained as we entered a tall building. “It has two sides: Committee and Creative groups,” he added. “Oh, and that first building we passed? That’s our department—Computer Science.” He pointed it out as we walked.

I know that I am to fulfil the prophecy and save the world from the chaos that was coming but now that he talked about Morgana’s plan i couldn't place a finger on what it is. “What is she going to do with me?” Before he could answer there was a zap from nearby, a sound i was too familiar with, it was a portal opening. Malcolm didn’t seem bothered that there was an intruder, infact he looked calm as his eyes focused on mine. “You’re late.” he said and when the face came into the corner my mouth dropped open. “Miera?”

He stood at the spot I had left him, his hands now folded, but he wasn't staring back at me, he was looking into space. “It was risky; I was already being hunted… Exposing myself to you would put you and I at risk,” he explained, turning towards me. I stared at him, if there were other words to describe lost, that itself would still be an understatement. “What do you mean by that…..? What's your name again?” “I’m Malcolm… I used to work under Mr. Williams, then trained Mr. Luca’s PA before going off-grid,” he responded. “Mr. Williams isn't responsible for your family's death,” he murmured.

Maybe if he got enough, he could disrupt the ceremony. “Come forth the watcher!” The Unnamed yelled, his masks spinning so fast, the faces were impossible to see. “Come forth, the Chaos King!” The beam stopped abruptly and Tony fell down. His face was facing Willow when he landed, and he looked normal. “T...Tony?”, He called out to him, hopefully. Maybe it didn’t work. The eyes Willow saw made him freeze in terror. They were glowing red, and sent instant chills down his spine. That wasn’t Tony. It was something wrong, and different and very, very powerful.

Swallowing, I force the pancakes to stay down, while I give him my full attention. “The organization’s plan was to humiliate you, in front of all their members, and send it to anyone who tried to stand up against them… and then uhm… kill..” he chokes on the word, then inhales, gathering himself. I feel like throwing up. Why did I get in their way?? They obviously are dangerous. God. “Anyway, since they failed to catch you successfully, their new plan is to kill you on sight.” Oh god. I am going to throw up.