Chaos Rising Novels & Stories

Between I’m still kneeled in front of her. “Rise now my loyal subject, go back to the world and have everything crush into nothing but dust at the dawn of the third full moon to commence after this is over, then a comet is said to pass through earth, with that event and my chaos mark merged together with your powers, earth will surely be no more.” She gave another evil laugh, my knees on her command again stood up.

Even if he was talking to just a projection of his brother out of his memories, Jinx couldn't bear to tell him that everything he loved was now just a black scorch mark in a field. "I want to know who you are." Albert stepped back and the scene changed again. The toy plane that had been in Jinx's paws disappeared and became a real flyable plane. "And I want you to understand your unbelievable power. As Chaos, you could bring that barn back with everything in it, safely resurrected anywhere in the world with nothing more than a thought, if you so chose. Even this quest is shaped by you. Your hopes. Your terrors."

Chaos went back eve if he's confused of what just happened, but what he didn't know is that a crescent moon mark appeared on his forehead. As Chaos went back to his room her mother appeared, blocked his pathway and confronted Allistair. "You cannot have him," she warned, voice trembling. "He is your father and he is mine." But Chaos hearing this did not listen. He could not. He was emotionless and yet overflowing with one singular, impossible desire: Lucifer. Not as father. Not as creator. But as something more, something forbidden. And Na'ara stood in the way. The fight was inevitable. It was brutal. They split stars; they shattered continents; they tore the veil between Heaven and the earl

Chaister’s POV We came and visited Leirathe, and although I am more powerful than him, some sense of unease washed over me when our gazes met. There is something spooky about him, and whatever that foreboding crap was, it sent the jitters down my spine, although it shouldn’t have, for I am the Chaos. We celestials are usually out of ordinary tall, but this guy is an unusually stubby, short bloke.

Information is power, if you can get information about your opponent, that means you are halfway to defeating your opponent. The rage awakening is the state an exobeast can enter if it gets agitated and angered to a point of no return. Once this transformation happens, the exobeast will receive a special surge of adrenaline. This adrenaline would increase the exobeast strength, lethality, aggression, speed and other attributes.

Maybe if he got enough, he could disrupt the ceremony. “Come forth the watcher!” The Unnamed yelled, his masks spinning so fast, the faces were impossible to see. “Come forth, the Chaos King!” The beam stopped abruptly and Tony fell down. His face was facing Willow when he landed, and he looked normal. “T...Tony?”, He called out to him, hopefully. Maybe it didn’t work. The eyes Willow saw made him freeze in terror. They were glowing red, and sent instant chills down his spine. That wasn’t Tony. It was something wrong, and different and very, very powerful. The Chaos King was born.

Sam could only endure, his frustration mounting as he cast a pleading look at Aria, silently asking her to beat Landon up. To his surprise, Aria smiled and leaned in to examine Sam's teeth, mirroring Landon's actions. Landon looked at her with a smile. "What do you think?" "It's indeed growing fast," Aria said thoughtfully. She tapped her fingers on Sam's side profile and asked Landon, "Do you have a solution?" Landon revealed his insight without hesitation. "According to ancient lore, the awakening of Chaos is triggered by avarice and savagery. To counter this, we could send him to Homer for purification."

Holy fuck! I tried to move but I felt a sharp pain shooting through my right leg and I squeezed my eyes in pain. “Rebecca, open your eyes.” I heard Xavier’s voice faintly. I tried to focus on his voice and felt my forehead getting wet. Was he crying? Was I going to die? “Rebecca!” I heard someone yelling my name distantly and felt my eyes closing against my own will.

The room felt too small for all of us, heavy with magic and old intent. “Step aside,” Drake said. “She belongs under Council protection.” “No,” I said. The word came out sharp, final. “She belongs nowhere near the Council.” Lyra shifted behind me. I felt it instantly, the pull tightening, the hum inside her flaring again. Chaos surged, excited now, almost triumphant. “She’s awakening,” Chaos said. “You can’t stop it.” I planted my feet. “Watch me.” Drake’s gaze flicked past me to Lyra. His expression changed, just slightly, and that scared me more than anger ever could.

They wore robes woven from creation and destruction, and in their hand, they held a key made of pure potential. “I am Chaos,” they said, their voices like the birth and death of stars. “You did not defeat the One Who Is Not. You gave it purpose. And now, I will bring balance to balance itself—with endless creation and endless destruction.” Chaos raised the key, and doors began to open across all existence—not doors of connection, but doors of chaos. Through them poured storms that could reshape worlds, plagues that could unmake life, and fires that could burn away everything that was.