Chaos Rising Novels & Stories

"You remember those Rides you saw in your dreams?" Calla nodded her head. "They are called Storm Riders, they are the ones behind Sophie's disappearance and the others' disappearance as well. It is said that they take people who have any supernatural ancestry or bloodline. They take them away and make them slaves for themselves. But if we're talking about Sophie, then her case is different." Ethan explained. "Why is it different for her?" Calla asked.

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.

"Yeah, anyway, on the planet where I was raised, there was this particular legend, that when the universal empire of the originals fell and they were wiped from the cosmos, they had a secret plan to bring themselves back, they left these heirs among the lower races, granting them the power to command origins." "Okay," Nya nodded. So there were also legends about the Regis? "Well, there’s strong evidence that these 'heirs' actually exist, and that they possess capabilities beyond adepts and phantasms," Terror explained, “and a whole cabal of them control Hyperion from the shadows,” "Are you getting to anything resembling point soon?" Nya asked impatiently "Suppose you were a handsome, dashing

I search through the contacts, looking for Ethan's contact. 'What can you tell me about Rapture?' I text him. I watch as the three dots appear on the screen showing that he's typing. 'The rapture is an eschatological theological position held by some Christians, particularly within branches of American evangelicalism, consisting of an end-time event when all Christian believers who are alive, along with resurrected believers, will rise in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air. -Wikipedia. I roll my eyes at his response. 'Arse.' I think to myself.

Suspense gripped the assembly as the prophecy hinted at the existence of a cosmic entity known as "Aeon Nexus." Aeon Nexus, an entity of cosmic balance, revealed itself in a burst of radiant energy. Suspense transformed into awe as the joint empire, the Eclipse Sowers, and the cosmic entity engaged in a cosmic dialogue that transcended words. The twists of reconciliation and understanding unfolded as Aeon Nexus, the arbitrator of cosmic equilibrium, sought to guide the multiverse toward a harmonious coexistence.

WITCHES: THE RISING PLOT The era of witches is gone forgotten by all but a few who has lived through it. However, a teenage girl discovers her powers in an unexpected manner. With the unlike squad she has come to regard as family, what are the challenges they will face in a world predominantly governed by humans? Will they come out whole, alive, unscarred and unscathed? CHAPTER 1 PILOT Clara’s POV:

Flowing the land and filling to the streams of the connecting river. Death! Bodies are piled high like the mountain. Scattered the once happy lands. Screams! They are louder every passing time. Piercing into everyone's ears from afar. Even the strongest of foes must quiver at the sound. Ash! It’s falling from the sky and onto the ground, scorching the land. Gone are the trees and fields. The once earthy and breezy place has decayed. Darkness! The sun has not risen since the war started. All lands have been cursed. One can not tell whether it's night or day unless you tap into the source of the cause. The energy of the dark witch Ophelia and this was only the beginning.

Clayton will sense her as his mate. Seventeen is still young, and I wanted her to wait for her to be eighteen. If she felt the tingling rupture inside Clayton, I had no choice but to block the mating phase. She's not ready, and being a cursed black Jaguar still needs to be taken care of. I need to research her curse, but all I learned from her mother and the chief; the curse is deadly, a bad omen that their god had punished because of the first chief. I remembered those words before leaving the clan.

A flash of cold light pierced the vast expanse, igniting boundless chaos in its wake. As the Oculus Blade vanished, the Ancestora—whose senses were killed as he was trapped within the confines of the space-time domain—felt a surge of existential crisis coursing through him. In the tumultuous aftermath, he witnessed chaotic energies sweeping through the void like water boiling over from a pot. An icy chill crept up his spine, and he swiftly raised his hand to wave the Chaos Flag. Its black and yellow colors blossomed with divine light that attempted to stave off the encroaching void.

The ruins quaked violently as Erythos stirred, his presence distorting the air itself. Though he was not yet fully free, his awakening reshaped the battlefield, the sky darkened to an abyssal void, the earth split into jagged fissures, and unnatural flames erupted where stone once lay undisturbed. A god was rising, and reality itself recoiled at his return.