Chaos Walking Trilogy Novels & Stories

"Hide. Now." She shoved the children under a massive stone-topped desk in the corner and stood in front of it, her knuckles white around the brass. The room grew cold. The air began to shimmer. In the center of the room, the shadows began to pool and swirl, rising into the tall, terrifying forms of the Void-Walkers. "A kitchen maid with a candlestick," the lead Walker said, the sound echoing through the room like a thousand whispers. "Is this the best the Triple-Blood can offer in defense of their secrets?"

White skin, check. Face? Nah. Is that even a face? She approached us with two other women behind her. But how they walk towards us amazed me. The surroundings are like in slow-motion. Just like Catriona Gray did? Lava walk? But their walk is called differently. 'Whore walk' it should be called. They look like fools walking. It's still slowing down, you seem to be in slow motion, huh.

On the day of his fifth wedding anniversary with Hazel Fresco, Jack Brook was the only one dining in the restaurant. He was about to get up and leave when a waiter, Kai Wallace, walked in carrying his favorite dessert. He was puzzled. “Didn’t you say this was sold out?” Kai panicked. “I’m sorry, Mr. Brook. This is for the room next door. I saw the reservation was under Mrs. Brook’s name, so I figured you two had booked the same room. My mistake.” Jack was stunned. “Wait, so you’re telling me the people in the room next door are with my wife?” That was impossible. Hazel had just texted him, saying that she was still on a business trip abroad and would not be back until the next day.

"I... I... t-think uhh..." Francis didn't have the chance to finish his sentence because Dion scowled at him and put a safe distance between us before clearing his throat. "What are you three doing here?" he asked. It was Caroline's turn to speak and just like Francis, she's stuttering. "Ahm... I w-went to Zhanaia's house because I was ab-bout to give her her first payment for this month as a t-tour guide, b-but Zhairo told me s-she went out e-earlier than she u-used to. I a-ask him if he knows where her sister would p-probably go and he told me that Zhanaia comes here so I called F-Francis and..."

His eyes are bright yellow and his skin has a glassy material jutting out from his hands and joints. “Shard of Chaos, third shard release: Entropy.” Nothing happens for a few seconds, then a star whizzes past at incredible speed, just barely missing Míriel. She rushes to attack him but stops to dodge another wave of asteroids. Then another star. Soon, more. And more things start flying across the system randomly. What is happening?, is what is on my mind. A particularly large star is headed for the battle planet we’re on, but Zeus flew through and destroyed it.

pleaded. "It served you," Trix asked truly vexed. As if a cool sound effect, lightning struck again. "You are supposed to be serving it. And the rest off you putting up with his bullshit! You are all monsters," she continued, the thunder following her closely. At her last statement though lightning seemed to hit the building and all the windows blew open. Trix grabbed her now clean bag and walked off in the direction of the front door, ignoring the pleas and screams that echoed behind as she walked in some weird way, she liked it.

"The Triad is complete. The global circuit is no longer a loop; it’s a Prism." Félix walked up behind me, his hand finding mine. His hoyuelos were back, and his emerald aura was warm and steady. "Three Spires, a million shifters, and an ocean that’s starting to grow its own forest," he whispered, pulling me into a kiss that tasted of honey and salt. "I think the next forty chapters are going to be a lot of fun, Conductor."

Jack said carefully, “with all due respect… later may not be an option this time.” I knew what he meant. Tonight crossed lines. Big ones. Public violence. Military grade robotics. Mass casualties. This wasn’t mafia business anymore. This was becoming national level disaster territory. And somehow I got dragged into it because I fell in love with a terrifying woman with emotional issues and magical siblings. Amazing. “I’ll call you back,” I muttered before ending the call. Alexandra immediately folded her arms. “You’re not leaving.” I blinked. “That sounded very wife-like.” “Jacob.”

“Well, It was written in some kind of long lost language. I did my best but I was only able to interpret a small section of it. It told of a myth; a story about a woman who was supposed to be sacrificed to the god of the underworld. She was a maiden without blemish, an innocent soul whom the god thought deserved to not to die. He took her to his kingdom and she became his favorite and made her his queen. Receiving godhood, she became known as the maiden of chaos, goddess of all disasters and misfortune. After many eons. She chose her resting place beside her husband in the stars, watching over the mortal realm and left a mortal in her place, a mortal, yet to be chosen. That was all I got.” E

“In some iterations, it was me. I could not trust that Clara would survive without my control. In others, it was Clara. She could not trust that I would stay if she let herself be vulnerable. In one iteration, it was Seren—she could not trust that the names would be remembered if she stopped writing.” Seren’s hand went to her notebook. “What happened to that iteration?” “The Hollow consumed it. Reset it. Erased it. As though it had never been.” The pattern on the floor pulsed, and the watcher’s attention sharpened. The third way is open, the watcher said. No one has ever walked it. The path exists. But it requires steps that no one has been willing to take. Clara turned to face Morwen. “Are