Chaos Rising Novels & Stories

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.

“Xyna's part is over, so we will go straight to Diamond Skyle University for the other Set 2,” We nodded. We waited for the organizers to finish before we left. I looked up the sky. The sky is a little bit dark and foggy, but the news said that it will not rain today. Maybe it's also good so that the viewers won't get confused that we started at noon even though the script or the set 1 says it's must be in the morning. ***

However, like a sudden flash, a force stopped its falling. It called upon it and swiftly deposited it into a transmigration cycle. The force, or well, the entity that did this glared as the fragment of darkness twisted and gibbered, as it was purified by the ethereal brilliance of primordial essences. And then, like many of the souls within this transmigration cycle, it was sent through an endless river that connected to many worlds, to be reborn. When Chaos gained some consciousness of himself, he developed abilities. Born in a world similar to modern Earth, but that had recently undergone an apocalypse that filled the world with Miasma, corrupted Mana, he was one of those people who had be

Around her, her companions overcame their own echoes, their resolve bolstered by her victory. But the Weaver’s voice returned, colder now. “You’ve passed the first test. But the chaos stirs. Find its heart, or it will unravel all worlds.” The platform shuddered, and a new path appeared, leading into the void. At its end, a massive structure loomed—a twisted parody of the nexus, its core pulsing with violet light. Jessica’s spark flared, and she knew: the heart of the chaos lay there. “We end this,” she said, meeting her companions’ gazes. They nodded, their bond stronger than ever.

But a Chaos Wielder had never been spotted before – until now. Under normal circumstances, Ancestor Origin wouldn’t have paid much attention to Crystal’s words. He would have just considered what she said as a bluff. But the few things that were happening didn’t allow him such comfort. Explorers theorized that since Chaos was more destructive that Edict and a higher energy, in its presence Edict would be forced to make some concessions (Chaos’s direct rival is Order, not Edict. Since the Book of Order disappeared, Order was lost and Edict which was the brainchild of Order, took its place.) Dampened reflexes and delayed summoning of Edict were predicted signs of facing a Chaos Wielder. And he

Cora asked, still staring at the screen. Wakely turned away from the screen and faced Cora completely. “I’m to believe that a bunch of recently deceased people are coming back as zombies, and they don’t give a reason why. I want the back story dammit. I want to know if someone fucked up at a lab and accidentally spilled some sort of chemical that raised them. “That I could believe. But just having the dead rise…it’s not believable. I want the damn backstory. Not just randomness.” Wakley huffed and turned back to the screen.

Klein commented. Freyia felt nervous. She can't be doomed right now! Even though Klein knows his plans. But... Klein didn't know that she already entered the Bruse Mafia. Klein only knows that, that is her plan, only. But well, Freyia forgot that and just like Xeena, she just wants justice. Because of that Freyia looked on her wristwatch too. It's an emergency thing used in Bruse. And in good time, it flashed a red light, meaning there's an emergency and they need Freyia's help.

LIAM Lightning cracked through the sky, painting the scene before me in a deathly light, the electricity crackling through the air causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand straight the fuck up. I watched the sway and flow of Cassi’s body before me as she worked her ball and chain, the silver metal forged by an angel she murdered speckled in blood. The glint of it catching the lightning as it snapped and cracked above our heads, illuminating the deadly dance going on above us. My eyes could hardly look away as Shamshiel and Baraqiel wove and circled each other like wolves, their motions fluid and easy.

"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

A low, rumbling voice echoed from the fractured sky: “You cannot hold me. I am the beginning… and the end.” And in that moment, Lila realized: the battle for Chaos College had only just begun.