Chaos Novels & Stories

I knew that the moment i fellt myself letting of control for him. I’ve always prided myself on being in control. Everything has gone according to a plan, a schedule and an end goal. Spontaneity. I was fine with control. Losing control once threw my life in a loop of chaos and fucking destruction and I can’t do chaos. Chaos is the source of all evil. Chaos would push me over the edge I’ve been walking for as long as I can remember.

The fall felt endless. Cade tumbled through silver light, his body weightless, suspended between shards of reflection. Each piece of glass around him showed a different reality—one where he had saved Lila, one where he had abandoned her, one where Maeve had never existed, and another where Chaos College stood in ruins. The possibilities stretched infinitely, and he could feel each version clawing at him, trying to drag him into its truth.

Feelings. Okay the first 😈😈 so far ********* Everyday was a new hell for everyone. The Hazer was getting out of control and no one knew why. The freshmen were praying for some miracle of mercy on them. The four Generals were clueless how to handle an angry Noah. The medical tents were getting busy every moment. Everyone was feeling helpless. Wayo was upset to see Noah stressed. He would bring lunch for him and his friends only to be wasted or get cold.

Zariah The explosion hit with enough force to throw me backward. One second I was staring at Victor Hale, trying to process everything he had just told us. The next, the world disappeared in noise, heat, and darkness. The floor shook beneath my feet. Something crashed nearby. Dust filled the air so quickly that I couldn’t breathe. For a moment, I had no idea which way was up. My ears rang violently as I struggled to push myself upright. The basement had gone completely dark. The only light came from a small fire flickering somewhere near the far wall. Shadows danced across the room, turning familiar shapes into something terrifying.

🖤 Jacob 🖤 An hour later, everything looked different. The kind of control that comes after chaos has already done its damage and everyone is now scrambling to clean it up before it gets worse. My phone had been buzzing nonstop, messages stacking on top of each other, updates flying in from every direction, and for once, I wasn’t the one reacting. I was watching. Because the attack had slowed down.

no wonder people will see it. And when people saw it, it will create a big chaos. Curiosity of the peope will rise again . And my name will be in the news again, bravo! It's not that big deal to me, I'm used to it. But it will be big deal on them, because their name will also be on it. Media will start asking about me again. It's better that all they know is that Xiera and I just look very alike. There are people like that, aren't there? Very alike but not related to each other.

But then, something unexpected happened. Before his vision totally darkened, he saw several lines of blue lights flickering in front of him. It was like an interference in the static wave signal of an old television, only that this one was causing distortion in his own vision. Finally when his vision stabilized, several texts has appeared in front of him. [Warning] [Danger detected] [User's life is in danger] [Do you wish to activate the system?] [Yes?] or [No?] Gale didn't know what was going on, but as darkness started to fill his vision, he decided to choose the obvious option shown in front of him.

Logan’s POV Chaos does not announce itself with a drumbeat or with alarms; it arrives quietly, seductively, like a predator stalking through shadows, insinuating itself into every corner of my awareness, wrapping around me before I can even register the danger, and then, with cruel precision, it slams into me, pungent, overwhelming, inescapable, and completely undeniable. It creeps in on the scent first, a stench so vile that it curls through my nostrils, digs into my sinuses, and immediately raises every hair on my body, a scent so visceral, so obscene, that it feels less like a smell and more like an attack on my very soul. I freeze instinctively, the baby p

Carl's gaze froze for a moment, then he suddenly curved his lips into a smile. His voice, pleasant and low, sounded in her ear: "As expected, nothing can be hidden from you. Yes, it is related to him. Chaos has existed since the dawn of time. Unlike other Ancient Ferocious Beasts, he has purified too much of the world's filth. People say that whenever he awakens, the world will fall into chaos, but that's not entirely true. Most of the time, he wakes up because of uncontrollable resentment. Wherever he appears, it means there is a source of such resentment."

she whispered, startled. Sandro shook his head. "Just a little long! I will show him. I have some colourful level of devastation For Bonkers!”