Chaos Stories Novels & Stories

I’ll have the credit of killing the monstrous Death Kings. I reach the door. I open it and Julia gasps at the sight of the tattooed one-eyed man in a black pleated skirt. I cleaned him off after removing his eye. “This is Ransom Oaks! He is one of the Chaos Boys. He is the psychotic stalker of the group.” Well, it gets more and more interesting. I now know his real name. She is a fountain of Chaos knowledge and of how this city works.

❤️ The Moon God ❤️ "I'm listening." Raziah said, giving Chaos all her attention. "Won't you sit down to tell me the story?" she asked before he opened his mouth to begin. "No, I like standing to demonstrate a story I witness," Chaos said. "But thanks for your offer," he added. Raziah nodded her head and shrugged. He should suit himself.

Scribble had taken its loss with the grace of a supernova, immediately demanding a rematch. Now, it was our turn to hide. The rules stated the hiding had to create a “stable, self-contained narrative pocket” within the Chaos Realm. The thought of sending a piece of our reality into that roiling madness was terrifying. “We need something robust,” Lyra said, floating nervously. “Something with a very strong internal logic. Something chaos can’t easily… unravel.” “A recipe,” Kael stated, not looking up from his scanner’s readouts. “A precise, sequential narrative with clear cause and effect. Measured ingredients. Specific temperatures. Defined outcomes. It is the antithesis of chaos.”

The chaos between her and her parents. The chaos between her and the other stars. The chaos between her and the fans. The chaos between her and HIM. How will a love story start when in the beginning, there's so many things she have to fix. When will the time her past has to be known. When will the time his secrets will be reveal. *************************** Nag-flat na ang linya ng apparatus, tumigil na ang heartbeat niya, kaya sinusubukan ng mga doktor na ibalik ang heartbeat niya.

They wore robes woven from creation and destruction, and in their hand, they held a key made of pure potential. “I am Chaos,” they said, their voices like the birth and death of stars. “You did not defeat the One Who Is Not. You gave it purpose. And now, I will bring balance to balance itself—with endless creation and endless destruction.” Chaos raised the key, and doors began to open across all existence—not doors of connection, but doors of chaos. Through them poured storms that could reshape worlds, plagues that could unmake life, and fires that could burn away everything that was.

Chaos explained, “Such man of awesome was drunk... He had gulped half of the whole stock... I ran here and there to fill up his empty glass, just to have a look from him... But, he never raised his eyes to me...” Akshara realized the fact, “Chaos was the one who makes him drunk to lose all his consciousness to perform such insane things with me. But when we were closer, there was no one around. So, THAT won’t be revealed unless he or I say so... That is the biggest relief.” Chaos non-stopped her gossip, “After my shift, I left my prince... I heard that some were talking about the fact in the crystal room that was...” Nail and Alaso hurried her, “Don’t stop, tell us...”

She had told me all I needed to know and Sacha would not survive it. “You will not have her. Hear my terms Guardian Miranda! Give me both artifacts. You will have a new Lord and a new Mage and eventually a new city to guard!” “Legarde you don’t listen. Come out!” She started to scream. A chilling scream. “No! Miranda!” There were no more words from her only wails. Wails that would wake the dead but not Sacha. Closed eyes sleeping calmly in his arms. He was far from calm and very confused. Was he to believe her that the Guardians had plans? Or was this just the wails of a hunted Guardian that had become mad from her loneliness. He reflected on her words as the wails faded off into the darkne

To all of my amazing readers, I want to send out my deepest gratitude for all of your support with not only “Fated to the Alpha’s – Chased by Chaos” but also the rest of the books within the Fated Universe. The beginning of “Fated Rejection – Fated Claim” had been a brief brush stroke that continued until something much bigger evolved. Each new character, each new journey, and each new struggle painted even more depth.

There was a patch of dark skin like it was burnt. “You all recognize this. It is the same skin of my father. It is something that cannot be replicated by any magic or tattoo because it is rooted deep in our blood–a birthmark that only those of the Vahamor family have.” Chaos let down his arm. “I will soon write in a book the complete story on how I survived my tragic fate thirteen years ago. We will have to reserve that for another time but for now, I will be taking this opportunity to make my bold proclamation.”

he paused “- absolutely nothing." "Mysterious," I sotto voce. Tesoju nodded. "The mysterious ones are not known till there’s trouble,” he said. “Let’s do our best to stay away from trouble till we leave here,” he shifted in his seat and sat forward. Mule turned around and smiled at us. I sank into my seat, ran my fingers through my hair and closed my eyes as my breathing became more intense. Even though Kelvin didn’t look like trouble, I knew we were definitely screwed if anything was to go down in the club tonight. We would definitely be in trouble then. And unsurprisingly, something always does.