Chaos Slayer Novels & Stories

Maybe she needs to thank Kala for sharing some sense into her when he choked her almost to death. "You," Kala said. Solana slowly stood up, she smirked then sigh. When she faced Kala, she attacked him with a surprise punch but he managed to dodge that, however, it left an opening at his side. Solana kicked him in the opening he left but Kala had his defense put up. "No way," Solana said. "You are indeed the man with all plans, Kala Chase," Solana said. She did not saw the sedative coming, it was Blade. Solana laughed before losing her consciousness.

Silence stretched out while everyone considered the significance of this information. "What does this mean?" Emily asked. Sekhmet met her uncertain gaze and gave a humorless smile. "As with any culture, with no defined government in place, the result will be chaos. Wolf pack alfas will have no one to answer to, which allows them absolute power. Wolves with absolute power tend to slowly lose control of the instincts of the wolf and become more and more animalistic. Eventually the humans will get involved when the attacks become more obvious, which will cause the vampires to get involved. The old war will start again."

Alas, the Young Supreme hadn’t. For before the Spiritualist, formed a fist made entirely out of Chaos. The fist gave off an ominous air, and its power was not to be underestimated. And once it appeared, the Slender Cat could feel himself shackled, locked on to by the powerful energy that floated before the Human Spiritualist. In confusion he sought out the reason for her betrayal. *Roar?*

healing what ever was destroyed giving back life to the lifeless. "You can't destroy me I am light itself, I am chaos..chaos doesn't sleep it waits patiently for vengeance to strike.."

“The Black Spring I am not the holder of it anymore.” Slayer, “Huh? Liar, you just hide it somewhere. Retrieving that weapon and your head, we might ascend our rank, and be a high ranker and have our own official name too.” Slicer, “I want to fight her, head to head. But too bad, to her current state your underlings is enough to finish her.” Gunslinger, “.........” Slayer, “You heard him. Finish her off!”

After he spoke Lucifer let Morgan and Lucan spoke to them and say hi. A long silence follow as Sloth, Greed and Lust looked at both of them Allistair met their stares with quiet defiance, silver and black eyes gleaming. “I am Chaos. Son of Lilith. Born from her, but never claimed by Heaven nor Hell. And yes—” He glanced at Lucifer, voice softening. “He is my mate.” Lucifer’s gaze burned with both pride and warning. “Speak another word, and I’ll make you remember why they call me the Morningstar.”

Every step closer to them sent ripples through the air, waves of distortion that made my vision blur and my head spin. The ground beneath my feet trembled, cracking open like the earth itself was recoiling from the unnatural force that the mastermind had become. “Is this what you really are?” I shouted over the deafening roar of chaos, my voice barely audible. “A formless monster bent on destruction?” The mastermind’s laughter cut through the cacophony like a blade, sharp and mocking. “I am chaos, Sera. I am the force that undoes, the darkness that consumes.

the dragon snapped, “You don’t. You outlast it. Try to channel, and you’ll crack your own skull. Hold the power, guide it, let it burn itself out through you.” Easy, Zayla thought, and almost laughed. The light outside the sanctuary reached critical mass; the stained-glass window overwhelmed inward, showering them all with diamond-tipped snow. Through the blizzard, Zayla saw the prophecy in living color: two armies marching toward the sanctuary, one boiling up the valley in banners of black and flame, the other pouring from the city in a tide of blue and silver. In between-strung between, pain like a wire waiting to spark—stood Zander, the Slayer General, not dead after all, his body restore

Damien was focused on getting sons to inherit the throne, but I learned that I had awakened the Creator Goddess bloodline after my death, and my daughters would have inherited ancient power to end this apocalypse. But they never even had the chance to grow up because they died at the hands of Damien, the beast! I clenched my fists, wanting nothing more than to rush out right now and kill my enemy with my own hands. At that moment, Briar, who was in his arms, suddenly turned her gaze toward me, her eyes filled with smugness and satisfaction. "Lyra, you look upset. Are you upset with Briar?" Mother walked over and pinched my arm hard while Father shot me a reproachful look. I suppressed my hat

“My father was an abusive asshole that has an alternate personality that turns out to be a serial killer. How is that my life?” She continued to giggle as she grabbed another slice. If you looked at it like that, it was kind of funny. I chuckled along with her. She has been through a lot over the years. And the worst of it was jam-packed in the last few weeks. “The cherry on the cake,” I said with another laugh. Slowly, she got control of her laughter. She shook her head, but a smile was still on her face. “Are the pictures gone?” She looked at Wynn and then Whittaker.