Chaos Ian Malcolm Novels & Stories

Malcolm waited on the next landing. "I'm coming!" She stomped up the steps with the sound of the Switzman chuckling behind her. Jeez, why was Malcolm in such a foul mood all of the sudden? "While we're on the subject of security, there's one more problem I'd like to discuss." He closed his eyes momentarily and took a deep breath. "And what would that be?" He ascended the next flight of steps. "It's about Ian. He's too young for such dangerous work."

No reply came. But in his chest, the bond pulsed again. Stronger. And in that silence, he knew. She remembered something. Whether it was pain… or him… he didn’t know. But soon, he would. And then the real chaos would begin. Because Darian Draven wasn’t just a mate seeking love. He was a king seeking what was stolen. And he would not stop until every shadow was burned and every truth laid bare—until she stood beside him, whole, free, and his.

Daniel remained silent. Malcolm walked away from the damaged vehicle slowly before stopping near another black car parked nearby. “You know why weak people irritate me?” he asked without looking back at Daniel. “Because life does not pause simply because somebody is suffering somewhere.” Daniel listened quietly. “My wife is missing,” Malcolm continued coldly. “The media must not get hold of what is happening." His grip tightened slightly around the glass. “Yet I still wake up every morning handling everything because weakness solves absolutely nothing.”

"This pack has never seen chaos like this. Not under Elder Meadow's leadership. Never. And now we're supposed to just trust that you two can fix it?" Murmurs rippled through the crowd behind her. Some nodded. Others stared at the floor, too afraid to pick a side. Malcolm's whole body went rigid beside me. I felt the growl building in his chest before I heard it, a low vibration that meant he was seconds away from unleashing everything. I clawed my hand into his. My nails bit into his skin, and he sucked in a sharp breath, looking down at me with wild, furious eyes. I shook my head once. Not like this.

Usually, the elite scrambled to get on his good side, but today, he was the one making a beeline to someone's doorstep on command. Malcolm composed himself, adjusted his attire, and marched into the foyer. His first act upon entry was a crisp salute, followed by standing at attention before Liam. "Malcolm reporting, sir!" he announced, with a salute to the commander-in-chief. Despite his composed exterior, Malcolm was on edge. He was in the presence of the legendary commander-in-chief, the feared leader of the Pendragon Warriors, a name that sent shivers down the spines of terrorists worldwide. A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead. Had he been summoned because he had botched something

“I’ll deal with them don’t worry about that. This makes me angry to know that they’ve been telling people what they can and can’t say. I never gave them permission to punish anyone. Now our lead healer tells me she’s afraid to call you Luna because the elders with give her grief about it. This is ending today, after we settle on a name for this guy.” “Fine, but you look a little rough. Would you at least take a nap before conquering your pack? I don’t believe I can pick you up and dust you off in this state.” Malcolm grunts because he hated she was correct. “We have David covered here with this tike. How about Ian? I put my foot down at Richard Richards. It’s stupid, and he’ll be the laughin

Malcolm has a heavy look in his eyes, “Aife-“ When he tries to take a step towards her, this time, I am the one to block his path. The pain in the Phoenix’s voice resonated with me. “Leave,” I say, coldly. “You never intended on helping us and now I know why.” From the way my grandfather had talked about Malcolm, not once has it occurred to me that somebody who is so old and lived through so much would have founded the very organization which tore the world of the Others apart. I see Malcolm hesitated and then after one long look towards the little girl standing behind me who houses a powerful ancient entity, he turns on his heels and almost disappears. I stand, staring in his direction, bef

The business needed me. The investigator’s voice cut through my reflections. "Malcolm resisted being separated from his brother. But his father threatened him with the lives of both Damian and their mother. Eventually, Malcolm had no choice but to comply. From the age of 13, he was raised to take over his father’s illegal businesses. He excelled in chemistry and learned how to manufacture drugs. Despite the separation, Malcolm retained a deep affection for his brother. He believed it was his fault he couldn’t protect Damian."

“F*ck! F*ck! F*ck! What the f*ck happen to you Chaos!” “D-devren” Reagan Harris POV I just landed on an island, I’m here at the reception holding a picture of the f*cker, Chaos. Each member of Organization is already trying to find him, but d*mn it no one can be exactly fine where he is! We all know that this is not usually to happen to Chaos, he did really leave but not this long, we know that something is off. Even River and our families are already using all the resources that we have, but still we can’t find any mark of him.