Chaos Time Novels & Stories

But he’s Time, an immortal who does whatever he pleases and doesn’t have to deal with the consequences. But he looks appalled, as he stares down at me with furrowed brows. “No. I would never. This was about you. I felt that there was no time than ever to take you. You were depressed, barely even able to move, to think for yourself. The trauma was too bad.” I stare down at the snow, so perfectly white and pristine. “I don’t remember anything after their deaths. I just remember losing everything. Everyone.” Time doesn’t say anymore. He stands, reaching his hand down.

If these people will find out that that's the time machine and it's owned by us, they will surely do everything to find out every single detail about it until they perfect and invent the actual time machine which isn't actually supposed to happen now. And I also know that they're not dumb. They might have had the slightest idea about it but they'll find it out soon if we won't be able to destroy it for them to be able to lose their chance of researching things about it. And the scientists here will surely find it out sooner or later and this world will turn into a chaotic one and ours will reach its end. That's how our era will change. Damn it! I hope we can still stop everything from happen

But this is much horrible, I can summon the distortion too as the other tribe leaders but this is just a terrifyingly un-great view. ‘’That’s strange… The distortion has always been this horrible… Anyway, let’s move, before the wasps make a move.’’ ‘’Soldiers aren’t granted the power of distortion…’’ ‘’That’s good. This fight is for us.’’ The wasps’ soldiers being unaware of the distortion, time seems normal, but what’s happening behind their realm and senses is Niru secretly casting ‘’Timeline shatter’’. To them, time would run normally, but for Niru, all their movements are almost steady.

“To answer the question on your mind, this wasn’t my doing brother is it your mother’s. She just got over excited, don’t blame her for that.” Shaking her head in disbelief, Clara said, “ If you are both denying your involvement in this, who then orchestrated the whole arrangement?” “Your grandparents.” Her mother said calmly. “No way. They wouldn’t do that. I don’t even know them!” “There is a legal documentation to back these claims. Properly documented. We really need this, Clara. I’m not sure we rally have a choice.” “In the 24th century? Who does that? And about the choice, oh we do have a choice. Everyone does.” Clara walked angrily towards her room.

Moros, offering a rare smirk, said, "I never thought our adventures would lead us to dance with time itself." The group gathered on the central platform, the energy of the Temporal Nexus swirling around them. Chronos, his voice echoing throughout the chamber, announced, "Remember, focus on your timeline, anchor yourselves to the memories, and the emotions, and let the shard guide you." As the energy crescendoed, Eryx began to chant, guiding the shard's energy to resonate with the Nexus. The world around them became a blur of colors, sounds, and sensations. Memories flashed before their eyes: battles won, challenges faced, moments of despair and triumph.

Lightning fractured the darkened sky, followed by thunder that rumbled the ground beneath our feet. “That was badass,” Chaos groaned, reaching down to adjust his pants, “Watching you snap someone’s neck damn near makes me explode.” “I missed you,” my voice was barely above a whisper as I took a step closer to him. “I could spend five-hundred more years on this Earth, and it wouldn’t be enough time to rectify my absence,” Chaos looked broken, moving closer, “I’m sorry for not being there, kitten. Fuck. I was so close to destroying everything just to find you.”

The angel’s glow dimmed slightly as its expression turned serious. “I don’t like that face,” Deja said, sitting up. “That’s your ‘Girl there’s a problem’ face. What now? “That’s why I’m here. There’s been a... complication.” Deja narrowed her eyes. “What kind of complication? Because if this is about that time I ordered three milkshakes and blamed it on the dog, that was survival, not gluttony.” “The timeline is destabilizing,” the angel said gravely. “The what is doing the who now?”

“We won’t teach you that.” Dorian pressed my wrist. Selene sighed. “Then we have time.” Chaos laughed like thunder choosing theatre over cruelty. > Time fits whatever you feed it, she said. Will you feed it patience or spectacle? “Work,” I said. “We’ll feed it work.” Nyxara’s tail flicked. And play. Or your child-that-isn’t will hate you early. “Play,” I agreed. The mirror warmed, approving. --- POV: Chaos A Gentle Threat

“Mia, work ran late. I’m sorry. I can’t make it home for dinner. I’ll bring home your favorite mango mousse cake, okay?” I stared at the message for a moment and then typed back: “There’s no need. Be good to Summer. I wish you both happiness for the rest of your lives.” With that, I shut off my phone and boarded the flight. Half an hour later, Lucien was still at dinner with Summer, unaware of my message until his phone rang. It was his assistant. “Alpha Lucien,” the voice said, tense. “There’s been a plane crash. One of the evening flights just went down.”

Vincenzo turned the following pages, his eyes scanning each line with growing unrest, as if searching for coherence within the absurd. Nothing made sense, and as though the existing problems were not enough, new secrets surfaced, adding weight to the fragile balance he was still struggling to maintain. “Cazzo,” Vincenzo muttered, releasing a heavy breath thick with disbelief. For a moment, he ran his hands over his face, as if he could erase what he had just read, wondering what else could possibly happen to drag the chaos into something even worse.