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“I am not a storyteller, nor am I a willing participant in that as well.” Chaos laughed softly, “It’s funny, you know?” “What is?” She asked curiously. Chaos chuckled wryly, “Life, a cruel piece of shit, always demanding more than we can give. We are expected to rise from the ashes, only to be burned all over again.”

He fell to the ground, the explosion throwing him to the ground. Why was this happening? His plan was perfect! All he had to do was infuse Chaos into the earth, and he would be strong enough to beat Fos at his own game! He wanted to be free, but why are these mortals and gods keeping him from the one thing he wanted the most? Why? “Why!?”, he screamed, as he exploded with energy once more, his body getting covered with armour. It covered his entire body, the obsidian colour contrasting with the red pouring from the eyes, chest and limbs.

Grace Ellinton went to her cousin's wedding for three things... champagne, cake, and the possibility of leaving before anyone dragged her into a family argument. Instead, she woke up the next morning with a diamond ring on her finger, a pounding headache, and Ethan Bramhall lying beside her. Her husband. Unfortunately, Ethan isn't just any husband. He's Manhattan's most ruthless billionaire. The man who once humiliated Grace during a career pitch and earned himself a permanent spot on her mental list of people she would happily push into traffic. Now he's refusing to annul their marriage. According to Ethan, their accidental wedding couldn't have happened at a better time. His company is fac

Rather, for the first time since I laid eyes on him, he looked wounded, like somehow whatever I said next had the ability to deal a killing blow. As much as I didn't want to believe it, it made sense. Far more sense than anything else I've ever been told about this war. The big thing, though, it made sense with what I had seen in that cell. The painful cries, that manic laughter, everything just made sense. When we were learning about the war in history, the professor had just told us that the Beastial kingdom attacked them at the treaty signing, then restarted the war, but that hadn't sat well when we started learning about the battles. He had specifically said that the front lines were uno

Finish the story and you go home. As she read the words, Trix hurriedly scrambled around looking for the pen she was given. She found it submerged in leaves. She grabbed it and hurriedly scribbled under- Once upon time, The end. A few minutes had passed and nothing happened, suddenly the words on the inner side of the book cover faded away and reappeared. You really thought it'd be that easy, hahaha. Trix nearly growled in frustration. She didn't even remember the story of Cinderella. She gripped her hair tightly, she was lost, in every meaning of the phrase.

Let me get to that. First and foremost, as stated earlier, how can there be destruction without life? And how can there be destruction without chaos? It's simple really. Life births destruction, and destruction, life. So where does chaos fit in? Chaos is the energy that makes the two thrive. The Universe has faced destruction many times, and it has birthed life in so many different ways and forms. Chaos is the name given to formless energy that swims so freely in every corner of the cosmos- some more than others. It isn't called chaos for no reason. It is so called because just like actual chaos, it brings destruction in its wake. It is a dangerous form of energy. One that can easily take a

Chaos’s eyes gleamed. “A bunny.” Silence. For half a second— It almost sounded ridiculous. Until— “He lost everything,” Order added quietly. “Power. Status. Authority.” “And so,” Chaos continued, “he chose revenge.” The battlefield roared again. But now— It felt different. “He created the Eclipse,” I said slowly. Chaos nodded. “He twisted the narrative,” Order added. “Turned failure into ideology.” “Purity,” I whispered. “Control,” Chaos corrected. My stomach churned.

However, like a sudden flash, a force stopped its falling. It called upon it and swiftly deposited it into a transmigration cycle. The force, or well, the entity that did this glared as the fragment of darkness twisted and gibbered, as it was purified by the ethereal brilliance of primordial essences. And then, like many of the souls within this transmigration cycle, it was sent through an endless river that connected to many worlds, to be reborn. When Chaos gained some consciousness of himself, he developed abilities. Born in a world similar to modern Earth, but that had recently undergone an apocalypse that filled the world with Miasma, corrupted Mana, he was one of those people who had be

"The part of that concerns us." "Chaos was trapped forever in the Great War," he says hurriedly. "Or so they preach but every so often there are cracks and little snippets of it slip out known as seeds of chaos, when they enter anyone, they infest and fast turning people to their darkest thoughts initiating devilish desires and feeding off of them until eventually death-" "What?!" I tell the thought of dracul's death exactly when I'd just gotten him back appalled me sending chills to my bones. "Is there a cure, how do we-?"

But now… “Great! Now that’s done let me explain the rules of the new game. You are going to tell me a story. All you have to do is survive the story. Simple right?” Of course, it was not as simple. Anderson knew very well that anything concerning a demon would not be as simple. What was worse, this particular demon was very different. So, who knew what twisted game of story telling the demon had in mind? Anderson nodded warily at the demon’s enquiry. Whatever was coming he knew very well the odds would be against him as such he had his guard up. It was funny; He was rather feeling like the trapped one.