Chaos Ian Malcolm Novels & Stories

"His family runs half of Europe's pharmaceutical trade. Polite as hell off the field. Completely ruthless on it." "Twenty two?" "Audric Sterling. Old English money, He's been in three separate disciplinary hearings this year and walked out of all of them without a single mark on his record." "And number four?" A pause. "Zian Castillo," Marcus says. "Half Spanish, half Korean." Another pause, heavier this time. "Don't get on his bad side." "Good to know." "I'm serious." The warning itself is off character for someone like Marcus who clearly seems to hate me.

He looked at him curiously and asked, “Whom were you hiding from?” “The Dark Lord,” Mick replied. Silence surrounded the Great Hall. Leo looked at Mick curiously, wondering how he was connected to him. Mick continued, “I supported the King, Aldrich Eversons, King of the kingdom Magus in the battle. The Dark Lord wanted me to use my transformation ability and act as a spy to him. I rejected the offer. He tried to bribe me but I refused again. As a result, when he won the battle, he ordered the black witches to kill every last species of us. Therefore, I hide in the safe place, your Dawville, his Almighty.”

“Well, if he was stupid enough to get himself in trouble like this, then he better be dead.” Hiram still had a prejudice against Sol. After all, Sol betrayed them and their company six years ago and pushed Alexandrei to hide until today. CHAOS I was a pioneering invention of their company, CHAOS. CHAOS stood for their names, Carl, Hiram, Alexandrei, Oliver and Solomon. Sol and Alex were the head of the company as the other three supported the company's business venture. And one fateful morning, six years ago, Sol sold CHAOS I to a rival company without explaining it to them.

I pulled my hand and opened my eyes. "WHAT IS HAPPENING?" I could see the cowering faces of everyone. "We did not foresee this happening," Elder Nehra hesitantly spoke, his neck barred at me in submission. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN?" They barred their neck lower. I looked at Liv, who was also doing the same. I frowned before Elder Hiranya stood, but his neck was still barred. It's you. It's you. A voice echoed in my head. "STOP TALKING!"

said Chelsea with a small smile " No " said Malcolm shaking his head " you cannot help me , its my own fault and only I can take care of it " Chelsea looked over at Malcolm who looked so young yet so mature . He had changed a lot since the first time , she met him . At first he was just moody , now he was moody , sad and agitated over something that he didn't want to share . His frame had gotten thinner , his black cloak hung loose on his shoulders . And there was this wild and forlorn look in his lava rock eyes . He looked like a deep melancholic character who have suffered the greatest set back and didn't know what to do , Chelsea thought his expression resembled a wounded animal's who was

Chapter 21 As the fated mates took their first step towards the unknown, a distant rumble echoed through the air. The ground beneath them trembled, sending shockwaves of uncertainty through their beings. A tempest brewed on the horizon, dark clouds swirling in a sinister dance. Their eyes widened in alarm as a figure emerged from the storm, a figure they had never anticipated. It was a being of ancient power and malevolence, a harbinger of chaos and despair. The realm gasped in collective disbelief, for the figure was none other than Malachi himself, risen from the depths of oblivion.

Isak shook his head. “And Hana is more than just ‘some human.’ She is my mate or will be if she accepts my mark.” Isak glanced at me, slightly embarrassed. “Okay, I’m done standing around. Either you’re with us or against us, asshole. Either way, I’m going out that door to rescue my girlfriend from your fucked up organization.” Malcolm declared as he headed for the door. “What did I tell you?” Aidan demanded, grabbing him by the collar to keep him with us.

"You could have avoided the bashing, you know? I doubt your wife, Jessica, would be able to look you twice in the face. If she's repulsed, tell her to meet me where we first met. I've not officially thanked her for playing her part in bringing you in." Malcolm's fuse blew out of proportion. "That bitch! I'll kill her myself!" Michael turned on his heel, whistling nonchalantly to the entrance. "Don't blame her. She said you don't hit the right spot. I did you a favor, Little Dick." "Who are you?" Malcolm squirmed. "Why are you doing this?" Michael halted. His jaws clenched as the horrid vivid memory of twelve years ago flitted into his memory. "Khalid Vaughan ripped my world apart, and it's m

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

"I can't take this anymore! I am a human being, Aidan, not a lifeless object you can just lock up like this!" Malikha cried out, sobbing heavily. Aidan and Malikha's relationship was like an egg balanced on the edge of a cliff—one slip, and it would shatter completely.