Chaos Walking Trilogy Novels & Stories

Now I felt bad for snapping at her like that. Maybe I shouldn't bring it up often and give her a hard time. "Hey, gorgeous." I heard Xavier's voice as he entered the living room, looking effortlessly handsome in his black sweatshirt and blue jeans. I smiled, walking towards him while he caught me by my waist, crashing his lips to mine. We got off the cast from my leg yesterday and it felt so damn good to be finally able to walk on my own. There was still physiotherapy and stuff but at least I could be normal and walk without crutches.

We would need it on the way while seeing her off. We got on our way when she returned from the kitchen. We took the narrow path from the village to the community center. It was the shortest way to her village. I was in front with the light. We talked as we slowly walked. Sections of the path were muddied and slippery, so we needed not to walk fast to avoid anyone falling and getting hurt.

Pleasantries! This is Mics Artemia, the author of A Trip To Remember. This introduction note was written to advise you to read A Trip To Your Heart first before reading this one since this is a Duology. A Trip To Remember is A Trip To Your Heart's sequel. The latter is still unedited, so, I apologize for errors that you will encounter upon reading. You will find the first book on my profile page, with the same theme as the book cover of A Trip To Remember.

Unheard of. Three bonds? That wasn’t fate. That was a mistake. The triplets stood a short distance away by now, laughter blending with the music. Slowly, I lifted my head. The moment my eyes found them, my body betrayed me. My wolf stirred, my heart stuttered. Recognition. It was instinctive, violent and unmistakable. I clenched my fists. No. Something is wrong. If they felt it, they would react. I knew them. The triplets were not subtle creatures. They were dominant, proud, and territorial. If the bond had snapped into place for them, the entire hall would know by now.

"Now, I have an announcement to make. We have received a message from the Peace Council. They want to meet with us to discuss a potential threat." The pack members fell silent, their expressions serious. "What is the threat?" one of them asked. "We do not know yet," Ethan said. "But we will find out." Ethan met with the Peace Council later that day. They told him about a group of supernatural beings called the Chaos Walkers. These beings could manipulate chaos, and they were attacking supernatural beings and humans alike. "The Chaos Walkers are dangerous," the Peace Council leader said. "They can manipulate chaos, which makes them unpredictable and dangerous."

Gael, Hakeem, and I had passed out after four hours of non-stop mating. I was sandwiched between my two men, my head resting on Hakeem’s chest and Gael’s leg and arm thrown over both of us as he snuggled into my back. I felt as if I had just fallen asleep when flashes and fragments of dreams began to play through my mind. They were disjointed, speeding through my mind almost too fast to catch. There is Charlie holding two pups in her arms, the pack being attacked on the western front, Arya fallen to her knees sobbing in the middle of a battlefield, funeral pyres, me looking down at my pregnant stomach with Gael and Hakeem smiling down at me, whoops of victory and wails of defeat. As the

I was not failing my pack. My eyes glowed darkly and I let my wolf take control. The power surged in me and I hauled before I fell. My wolf Shadow landed with a thud on its paws. My wolf could sense that she did not expect this resistance. She was whispering something that my wolf shook. 'Wolves of the Black Dessert Moon will not surrender.' Chaos broke loose. My wolf was unhinged and out for her blood. Her wavering cause madness from the pack. Her hold on them was broken. She stumbled back and whispered, but my wolf would not stop.

The faster the tornado spun, the thinner her slender frame became. "No, leave her alone," I yelled, my voice hoarse, pushing my hand through the deadly tornado. Before I could grab her, Liam appeared and shoved me out of the way. I slammed into the wall, collapsing to my knees. Sasha was skin and bones by this point, resembling the female corpses discovered at the lake. When he grabbed her, her frail body disintegrated into ashes, spinning around in the chaos until she was gone.

His eyebrow raised, showing that he was impressed. This caused the shock to wear off the people within the room when a voice from a teacher called out. “What is a Spirit Walker?” ‘Even though I am calm, I’m scared… What should I be doing right now?’ Azrael sighed; seeing that no one had heard the term before. “A Spirit Walker is a term used by Shamans over the world.” Everyone glanced towards the man that they knew to be with Ava. “Shamans are the only ones to walk through the Spirit World and to interact with spirits or souls.” He took a deep breath, hoping that the shock would not kill anyone. “Ava is a descendant of many Shamans; Native American, Celtic, and Viking.”

~ Cleo ~ The three of them prowl towards us…like gods disguised in human form that threaten to release a new hell on earth. Their kind of hell. They walk side by side until Jace takes a wider stride forward, a triangle formation settling amongst the three of them. Warriors creep in behind them, at first slow…then forming into an unstoppable destructive tidal wave, promising a swift death to the pack members of the Amber Desert lands. Dominating the lands that they invade. If you stood in their way, they just washed over you.