Chaos Universe Novels & Stories

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.

Albian stood, crossed his hands over his stomach and told what he could. “Yes. We were sought out and told a great many things about you and what was to come. I was given a choice in the matter. I chose to help you. He found us hidden away in a cave, we were on the run...” The ground beneath them began to shake and the drumming of hooves echoed closer. Evrah looked around and saw a small group of unicorns, running full speed toward them. The atmosphere had changed. Fear had now taken hold in the expanse of space they occupied. It was the first time since she arrived, she felt herself. It was both comforting and terrifying.

"Yeah, anyway, on the planet where I was raised, there was this particular legend, that when the universal empire of the originals fell and they were wiped from the cosmos, they had a secret plan to bring themselves back, they left these heirs among the lower races, granting them the power to command origins." "Okay," Nya nodded. So there were also legends about the Regis? "Well, there’s strong evidence that these 'heirs' actually exist, and that they possess capabilities beyond adepts and phantasms," Terror explained, “and a whole cabal of them control Hyperion from the shadows,” "Are you getting to anything resembling point soon?" Nya asked impatiently "Suppose you were a handsome, dashing

I may have been a little rough with him. “We hit the Ravagers tonight, taking out three birds with one stone. We let C.H.A.O.S. and Tempest take out Zen and his loyal members. We come in, removing Zen’s traitorous dogs and the other two teams. Then I go get ma pixie.” I get some mumbles and nods. Then dismiss my men. This is going to be fun, but I can’t leave my chaos pet alone. He needs to be watched. I suppose I could bring him with me. Hum? Now there’s a thought.

Hadad explained, “The Chaos is boundless, at least for now. Any universe’s powerhouse could not find the border of the Chaos. In this boundless Chaos, twelve universes are born. There are thirteen now, including the one that had just been born. “Only an Ancestral God Rank powerhouse could resist the pressure of the Chaos. “And in the Chaos, there are several mystical treasures. These treasures are known as the Chaotic Treasures. “The Chaotic Treasures can’t be asked for. Even if one looks for them in the Chaos for thousands of Epochs, it’ll be hard to even find one. However, with the birth of the new universe, there must be a new Chaotic Treasure.” Now, James had a rough understanding of the

"Two beings who could reset everything. Remake reality from scratch. But only if we merged. Only if we became one." Horror crashes through me. "Reset everything? You mean destroy it?" "And rebuild it." Luna's eyes are gentle. Apologetic. "Better. Balanced. Perfect." "But everyone dies in the process," I whisper. "Don't they?" Silence. That's answer enough. "No." Kai steps forward. "We won't let you destroy everything. Kill billions of beings. Just to remake reality your way." "It's not our way." Chaos looks sad. "It's the universe's way. We're just the tools. The method. The inevitable end."

The child died. Nocté surfaced, and clouds of steam rose into the air. Pulling the dress over her wet body, the girl wandered back to the castle. The rest of the night was spent in nightmares that brought with them the appearance of a dead newt – crabs crawled out of the torn belly, clicking their claws. They devoured the dead flesh, and gray moths landed on the newt's eyes and mouth. The clicking grew louder until Nocté woke up. A day was breaking outside, gulls were screaming loudly, waves were beating noisily against the rocks. The air smelled like freshly baked bread. For the first time in forever, Nocté felt hungry. [1] Chaos — primary state of the universe, the formless totality of mat

🖤 Jacob 🖤 An hour later, everything looked different. The kind of control that comes after chaos has already done its damage and everyone is now scrambling to clean it up before it gets worse. My phone had been buzzing nonstop, messages stacking on top of each other, updates flying in from every direction, and for once, I wasn’t the one reacting. I was watching. Because the attack had slowed down.

She pulled the container out of her bag. “My miscarriage isn’t normal. Someone has been using this evacuation pills on me.” She wasn’t a hundred percent sure, but it was the only explanation that made sense. She shoved the medicine in his face. Not knowing what to expect. “Draven, this means I can give you an heir. I am Luna. It’s my right.” She bit. She sounded like a pathetic desperate bitch. But that was all her brain could think of. But Draven didn’t say a word.

"But we are the Custodians. We are the ones who keep the system clean." "You tried to delete Earth," Dax said, drifting forward, placing himself between me and the entity. Even floating in zero-G, his posture was aggressive, the King of the Wolves ready to bite. "You call that cleaning?" "Earth is a corruption," the Null-Mind replied, its voice shifting to a deep baritone. "The Architects built the universe on Math. Order. Predictability. But humanity... you introduced Chaos. You introduced the Variable. You are a virus that rewrites the code simply by existing."