Chaos Lord Elden Ring Novels & Stories

Emorie glanced at me, “Okay now you’re starting to scare me. You really know nothing about our world, did you? Cormac Graves? As in Prince Cormac Graves?” “So he’s a prince?” “Not just any prince.” She corrected, “He’s the Lycan prince of the realm. King Killian’s son.” Oh! “Yeah,” She said, taking in my expression, “He’s royalty, but we all call him the devil prince, or in other words, Chaos.” Chaos. I tested the word on my tongue. “Why Chaos?” “Because he’s like... the God of destruction.” Emorie waved her hands all over the place, “I don’t even know how to put it, but he’s… intense.”

She pulled the container out of her bag. “My miscarriage isn’t normal. Someone has been using this evacuation pills on me.” She wasn’t a hundred percent sure, but it was the only explanation that made sense. She shoved the medicine in his face. Not knowing what to expect. “Draven, this means I can give you an heir. I am Luna. It’s my right.” She bit. She sounded like a pathetic desperate bitch. But that was all her brain could think of. But Draven didn’t say a word.

I sat down on the pillow and she sat across from me. The first man on the scroll went by the name Lyrien. Lyrien was a brooding, loyal knight who according to what's stated here had some deep connections with Eldrador. I don't think that I have seen him before but he was selected to represent one of the four elements: Earth. The second man was Caspien, a calm and enigmatic healer with the power to control tides and he represented the water. He was from the Asttland kingdom far away from here.

“He wouldn't have known just where to go—” “Unless he did.” Drew mumbled , sharing a glance with his teammates. “No way,” Amy refused to buy into it. “It can't be-” But William had his eyes on a figure walking away in the shadows. The sharp lines of his suit, that slender waist and hung arms, he knew that pose anywhere. Elijah Lancaster. The lone wolf. The thief of their glory. The organization's wildcard. And William’s sworn enemy.

Tristan said under his breathe with a huff. Lord Kys pulled out a bejeweled weapon from beneath his cloak and handed it to Trix. One jewel shone bright and reminded her off the one within her pocket. She gripped the hilt and attempted to open it but Lord Kys placed his hands over hers and shook his head. “Not here,” he whispered. “And for you young edor,” he said to Tristan, who stiffened comically. Trix’s eyes widened then narrowed. What was an edor? Was that his name? It was most definitely an odd one.

“ She swallowed hard, “Why do I feel like you are about to tell me, I am the key.” “Because you are. You are not yet, but you will be.” “Ummm...”, Evrah shook her head. “What does that mean?” “That means that you are in quite a pickle dear one. For the darkness to be defeated, the key must unlock and harness its full power, but if not done with care the lower realms will face despair.” Evrah fell on her back, her palm over her face, and took a deep breath. Why her? She was just a hunter's daughter. They have it wrong. She was not the one they were looking for.

It was his aura, the order revered by the Three Realms, a bottom line no one dared to cross lightly. Elijah had already become the vessel of the primordial source of Chaos. His eyes, one on the left and one on the right, respectively held the hazy obscurity before the primordial world's opening and the abyssal, bottomless blackness. There was no consciousness, no emotion, only the most primitive and violent instinct for destruction. Chaos Mist surged endlessly around him, every inch of his flesh flowing with power akin to the creation of heaven and earth. Wherever his fists and feet passed, there were no flashy techniques, yet they were enough to collapse space and make Zen Magic roar.

No chains. No kings. Just wolves, untamed and free. And the world? It would never be the same again. The morning wind stirred through the ruins, carrying the last whispers of the old world into silence. Lyla stood at the center of it all not a ruler, not a queen. Just the one who had ended an empire. But destruction was only the beginning. Eli’s voice was measured. “A world without rulers will not be an easy one.” Jorah nodded. “Some will see this as chaos.”

“Then help me protect my citizens of my kingdom cleanse the neighbouring city. It has become a haven for creatures and evil spirits. They are attracted to it. Then they lurk in the forest, along the paths. They attack the travellers and the attacks here are now nightly. With my mage gone for days the people are scared. I have asked my neighbouring cities for help but it has been slow coming. They are all suffering the same.” “Lord Fuller, the answer is to do the ritual properly! Make the loss of your mage be the reason. Appoint a Lord, Find another mage, present the artifact and beg the guardian for forgiveness. There has to be balance for things to improve.” “It cannot be done. I don’t have

As he looked at the contenders on the other end of the arena, Sol knew this would be a long night, and whether he came out alive or not, he must do something to survive and save Sabrina. Fortunately, he was still wearing his coat and Chaos I was still stocked inside his coat. If he would activate Chaos I, then it would activate Alexandrei's mainframe, which would break a signed contract between the Laus and McConnells. He would survive, but he would face the elders for breaking the law. Otherwise, activating CHAOS I was a wrong choice in any way. 'Well, if this is for Sabrina, I'm ready to face everything. Let's survive first."