Chaos Lyric Novels & Stories

--- And as chaos spread— As order dissolved— As everything they had known unraveled into something unknown— One final truth emerged: --- Chaos is not the end of control… --- It is the beginning of something that cannot be controlled at all.

❤️ Barwolf Punishment (Part 3) ❤️ "Who are you?" Raziah demanded. She wasn't scared of this stranger. She watched as his feet, bare twisted feet, touched the floor. She was thankful that she wasn't naked, again she wondered where Dark could be. "Why are you watching me and how do you know my name?" Chaos chuckled. "I told you who I am already, my name is chaos." "So? That didn't answer my questions." Raziah fired back.

Something that shouldn't exist. When the merge finishes, Trinity stands there. But they're not Trinity anymore. They're Chaos. Pure. Unfiltered. Unanchored. Mad. "I'm whole." They laugh. Insane. Beautiful. Terrifying. "I'm finally whole. And it's perfect. And it's horrible. And I hate you. And I love you. And I'm going to destroy everything you love. And save everything you fear. And I don't know which is which anymore because I'm chaos and chaos doesn't choose. Chaos just is."

Damn it, Lesha, this is why you're still single, I think to myself. I look up at him, and to my surprise, his eyes darken and he smiles. "That can't be true, because you are really fucking beautiful." he says. It is silent for a while after he said that, because I had no reply for that. He sighs. "I'm sorry if that freaked you out, why don't we just dance?" he asks in a low husky voice. I nod, and he takes my hands, just as I hear Xeno's favorite song came on, I can f**k you all time by Jeremih ft lil Wayne. I smile, remembering how she taught me how to dance to it. I am feeling really confident while dancing to this song, but then again, that could just be the alcohol in my system.

In it, faces swirled men, women, children. The enslaved. The forgotten. The silenced. And they began to sing. Not a hymn. A release. Their song became light. Their light became wind. And the wind became fire. Not a burning fire. A walking one. It moved through the streets. Down alleys. Through markets. Into courthouses. Into brothels. Into banks. Into places where no sermon had ever gone. And it whispered to every heart: “You are not forgotten. The altar lives again.” James stood, shaking.

Asha Reid walked down the lonely road that cold night like a ghost in someone else's skin, she was usually sharper than that.But today her thoughts dragged like corrupted codes, looping back to the message she'd been trying not to reread since dawn. “We aren't meant for each other,ash, you need someone who can handle your intensity, besides you're boring in bed and can hardly satisfy me,I need someone better than you “. She walked right into Rodger suite as her rent had expired and she needed a place to lay her head .

The rumors were probably already beginning to circulate, news traveled fast and this, this would spread like fire. She looked to the moon. It was bright and filled the window and she felt that if she reached out and touched it she could change her fate. “Moon Goddess is there anyone out there tonight looking to you and wishing for someone who will love them for who they are. I love that could last a lifetime. A strong and kind man, a guardian of my heart, who would rescue me from this.” Sacha said her wish out loud right from her soul to the moon.

She yelled Painfully, she vomits, regurgitating more blood than bile, bloody chunks of god-knows-what are also mixed into the blood she just threw up, when she's released a large enough quantity to form as not-very-small puddle on the floor, she collapses, twitching and spasm-ing. Some of the chunks she regurgitated start to convulse, turning into vapor, they start to amalgamate and condenses into what was left of the lykan agent she was fighting. He was now a horrible mass of deformed flesh and bones, contorted in an excruciating display of agony and suffering. An eye on his cheek turned and focused on Terror and a mangled arm reached out as if asking for help. The grotesque thing before hi

*So I scream and shout to make you leave But you're still here, you keep judging me Cause with your million eyes you're watching me You talk behind my back You spy on me* The minute my feet touched the ground, Xander took my hand once again and I placed mine behind his shoulder, he took one step ahead so that my right shoulder was touching his left one and leaned my back all the way down until the tip of my hair touched the floor then pulled me back up. *So I scream and shout to make you leave But you're still here, you keep judging me With your million eyes, eyes!* The lyrics stopped and only tunes continued; we stopped moving and stayed frozen in our spot, our eyes boring into one another

With his blurry eyes, he saw Jeyrin who was on the ground, barely breathing and the tyronimic and Certoanas which were watching everything play before their eyes. Gradually, he began to fade and soon... ** “The prophecy says; When the firmament becomes filthy with barbaric bats, And the ground begins to revolt by Sputtering out appetizing a liquids and enticingly galling skeletons, scamper off to your secure nests, dear humans, And inhale every feeling of protection. For within the space of two heartbeats, The "sanctuary" feeling will be lost In the chaos for tranquility. But all should be well,