Novel & Cerita Chaos Slayer

It reeked of impending madness; the opening yawning before him like an omen. William stared in as the group walked by it on their way to the next room over. Inside this one was a solid silver slab with chains hanging from the edges where the arms and legs of the victim; him, in this case; would lie. Under the slab was a metal funnel to drain the bloodshed. His bloodshed. Above the slab was a huge grate of metal spikes. The spikes were approximately a foot in length, which guaranteed they pierced all the way through the body from the front to the back.

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!”

Something that had slumbered for centuries. He remembered again the voice of Olgana, her shaking body, the whiteness of her lips after the prophecy slipped out of her. The Chaos is not an object nor a phenomenon, it is an individual. An individual. A creature born of both the forbidden and divine. And Lilith's offspring. But the prophecy had revealed more. Tej real enemy is cloaked in crimson roses and the one who is two halves of one whole loving someone who is not whole itself. If that was his dream, then he was tied to this mess in some way. How?

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

Chaos. Sound crashes over everything, loud and wild and uncontrollable. I don’t realize I’ve stopped breathing until my lungs burn. Draven won. By seconds. Just seconds.