Chaos Slayer Novels & Stories

“Do not let any rider touch the girl’s perimeter! Kill them all!” Chaos erupted once more in the forest clearing, but this time with three times the violence. The Council riders charged forward, and their golden swords, blessed with the magic of the Tribunal, clashed against the heavy axes of the Blood Moon infantry. The roar of metal and cries of pain filled the air. Taking advantage of the first wave of the attack, Chloe—who had been hiding behind the stone pillars—ran toward Hunter with the ceremonial dagger in her hand, her eyes wide with madness and envy as she saw that no one was paying attention to her.

He slowly turned his head to look at Carl, who stood to the side. His nose twitched slightly as a familiar aura, etched into his soul and bones, surged in through his nostrils, instantly overwhelming the primordial source of Chaos's raw desire for destruction. That aura was clear, vast, and supreme, like the rules of the heavens above the firmament, like the fundamental order governing all things. It was the aura of the Master he had followed for countless eras and awaited through billions of years of slumber. He was Chaos, one of the divine beasts born at the opening of the primordial world, destined to bear the heavens and serve as their mount. And within the seemingly ordinary young man C

he slapped the top of my leg, “But, rest time is over. I’ve got work to do. Why don’t you make yourself useful and bring Lilliana here? I want her to see everything that’s about to happen.” I hate him. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” Chaos rolled his eyes, “I’m not sure I asked your fucking opinion. She deserves to decide his fate.” Zach’s head snapped up, hope playing in his eyes, “Whether he dies. Or whether he dies.” There went his hope. The fucking laugh that erupted from Chaos’ chest was deafening. It almost had a bass to it that vibrated through your body. “Leave your phone. I’d like to listen to something while I have my fun,” Chaos chuckled.

Each strike, each choice, echoed through the cosmic expanse, shaping a destiny that defied the malevolent force seeking to plunge the realms into eternal chaos. Elysia, her movements synchronized with the celestial dance of the void, spoke with a resonance that cut through the chaos, "We're not just fighting to survive; we're fighting to redefine the destiny we've woven. Our choices will echo as a beacon, guiding the realms toward a new narrative." Niamh, her blade carving through the chaotic energies, added, "Our struggle is not in vain. We are the architects of a reality reborn. Let the tapestry of chaos be rewoven with the threads of our resilience."

But not everyone wanted to part from such power, and the Silver Moon Order was known to take in drows who refused to be cured from Lycanthropy. Cassana pushed her best effort to keep the Primal in its place, as Minos carried Rei out of its way. She then heard a scream and something landed on the creature's back: Otheric. The young drow frantically hacked along the flesh of the creature, blind with rage and frustration. The Primal growled and howled and struggled to break free. "Ric!" Cassana called for her partner, who then looked at her with surprise. He realized quickly why the monster wasn't moving.

I answer, and with shaking hands, I dial his number and press the call button, and before I could even hang up or change my mind, he answers in a low tone, saying "Hello?" In a shaky tone I start to speak, "ahh.. hello Xavier, i...it's me Lesha fro..from the club." "Oh, hello, baby girl, you finally called, I was kinda expecting you to call me three days ago" he says with a little chuckle at the end, which makes me blush and look up at a curious Xeno. She mouths to me that I should put the call on speaker so she could hear, but I ignore her. "Ahh.... sor..sorry about that, I was just building my courage to call you" I answer in a giggly, shaky quiet voice.

“My talisman. Do you think it can be retrieved?” I shrug, “I don’t know. I’m not sure how that works. You traded it and Lysel’s to create the hunters. It now belongs to the god of chaos. It is the main one that creates.” “Have you ever met this god of chaos?” I shake my head, “No. I’m a dragon, I’m a young dragon, but I’m just as mortal as you in their eyes. The spirits are immortal until someone willingly takes their place.”

I shook my head, trying not to picture him naked. "Eww, come out please!" The door burst open suddenly, revealing his wet torso. He just had a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair was wet from the shower. Oh, fuck me already. I licked my lips unknowingly and flicked my eyes to meet his gaze. He had a huge smirk plastered on his face and came closer towards me.