Novel & Cerita Chaos Stories

I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”

Chaos was born in hell, but I was dragged there by my own mind. “Well, that’s just a damn tragedy, now isn’t it, Zachary? All the possibilities that could have come from the both of us. He’s less deranged than I am on the outside,” Chaos paused, a low, deep chuckle escaping his lips. He leaned down before dragging the claw down the length of Zach’s leg, “But don’t let it fool you, we’re the same on the inside. If you thought, even for a teensy minute, that he might be your savior; you thought wrong.”

looking at Jesse he exhales, “Good, you’re awake. I came by to tell you that there was a rampage in hospitals nearby, the say a crazed woman is looking for someone…” A chill runs down my spine. “I may not know much about these things, but I know a cop can’t show up with a bullet wound, a fake name used to register him into the hospital and few days later, the world erupts in chaos. I know it’s related, and I wouldn’t want my patient, much less someone who saved the world to end up dead.”

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.

She stared. > “You’ve torn prophecy loose from time.” The child turned toward her, hand glowing with our joined fires. Where its light touched her shadow, the dark peeled away. Nytheria hissed, retreating as if burned. > “Not yet,” she whispered. “You’ll undo everything.” The Loom screamed overhead threads snapping like nerves. Then Chaos’s voice rolled through the hall, low and delighted. > “Oh, let them breathe, daughter. Every story needs a rehearsal.”

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Not because I couldn’t but because I didn’t want to. Do you know how disturbing that is for someone like me? I feel like my entire personality folder got corrupted. Luca keeps calling it “character development,” like he’s personally responsible for this emotional glow-up. Sofia pats my cheek sympathetically and tells me heartbreak builds empathy. Empathy. No thank you. But then something shifts in the air. Like a disturbance in the force. Like the universe whispering, Heads up, King — chaos is coming. So I finally look up and see an eight-year-old girl annihilate my front display like she’s reenacting Fast & Furious: Bookstore Drift.

Cedric said, trying to hold his anger, and the chairman turned to Mark, who had his eyes focused on the road, unbothered by Cedric’s report. “I saw Zora, and he let her go. She’s in City A, and she’s lonely. She has nobody on her own. She is on the street. She is waiting for me,” Cedric said, and the chairman nodded, listening to him. “Zora is dead, Cedric.” “Stop saying that, Father. I saw her. I am not mad. I am sane. I saw Zora Wells clearly. She looked into my eyes… I saw her,” he said with certainty in his voice.

Somehow, he had gotten into touch with the owners of the farm and had learnt a few things— after greasing their palms, of course. Aidan told me that the farm was owned by a large family of people of colour. They told him that they had been sleeping one night when a cave appeared in the middle of their farm. They were so scared and confused that they had called the authorities immediately. When the police got to the farm, they were just as confused because the cave looked so awkward …and it vibrated. And of course, it was strange because it wasn't there before. “This is mind-blowing, or should I say a groundbreaking moment for people interested in poorly constructed fictitious stories,” I int