Chaotic Era Novels & Stories

He pauses to give his wife a small smile from across the table then continues again. “never mind that humans have ruined it all now with the fear of commitment and just pure wickedness but I tell you this, you will know one day, then you will feel what I and Brandon feel at this moment,well for me it has been since I was Fifteen which is just about your age but anyways when you do, the thought of legalizing your union would come naturally to you. It is always part of every male animal’s instincts to mark his territory, so humans have marriage as the ultimate status symbol for that.”

No matter how hot this guy was and how much she wanted to- "This," he said holding up her pen. Oh, shit. She had forgotten that the people of this area, used quills. "Uhm, ah, it's....it's....it's something that helps me with my time of the month," he immediately dropped it and Trix expertly caught it. "And that's what I used to write done my dates. It's a period journal," she continued. "But is empty," he said disgusted, shoving it once more into her hand.

"Beneath the old capital ruins. That's where they're taking her. You have to save her. You have to..." Then she pitched forward, dead or unconscious. The gate stilled with a crash like thunder, resonating through the ground while Draven and I were still hopelessly tangled within the burning silver nets. The cult leader's voice was from everywhere, nowhere at once, disembodied and very deep in its derision. “Just two more moon phases,” she added with evident pleasure. "Then Malachai emerges from his exile and casts your precious new world to its death. The age of chaos ends. The Era of Ideal Rule is renewed.”

​Five Years Later: The Iron Garden, Oregon ​The world did not end with a bang or a whimper; it ended with a dial-tone. After the Great Reset, the silence had lasted for nearly a year. Then, slowly, the lights flickered back on—not as a global empire, but as a patchwork of city-states and resilient territories. The "Sterling Era" was now taught in history books as a period of collective madness, a digital fever dream that the world had finally broken.

Zella continued, “Thirty thousand epochs was the first time. I don’t know when will be the second time. However, I know that the current era you’re in has experienced the second Sky Burial Age. The third time may be Mega Sky Burial.” “There’s another saying. The lifespan of the Chaos Heavenly Path can only adhere to this time. When the third Sky Burial Age comes, the lifespan of the Chaos Heavenly Path will end. By then, everything will return to chaos, obliterate, and disappear until the Chaos births a new Chaos Heavenly Path, universe, and life.”

“He is at the bottom of the well, where I should have sent you. I will not make the same mistake this night. Come out! Let me in!” “Miranda! Was he wearing his Guardian’s Artifact? “Of course he was, even called out for him. Curral never came. He would never face me. Not for that. Curral Understands. They all need to understand. Sacha needs to understand!” “Understand what?” “That you are being betrayed, and so you betray me! There needs to be a new order. The old one will fall. Let me take you before then. Sacha will understand.” “Help me understand.”

“You’re calling this a new era, Aris? This is destruction. This is chaos!” Aris let out a dry laugh, the sound unsettling. “Chaos is just part of the process, E.L. Verity,” he said. “The old world is full of failure, greed, lies, weakness. Cerberus will erase it all. Start fresh. A world ruled by logic and data.” Lucian stepped forward. His voice was low, firm. “You’ve lost your mind, Aris. You’re talking about ending lives, collapsing economies, erasing everything humans have created.”

FLASHBACK: AGES BEFORE LUCIFER'S REBELLION AND FALL (The moment the seal breaks, Allistair’s consciousness plunges into the past…) Darkness. Not the cold void of the cosmos, but Chaos. The raw, living, sentient form of it. And at the heart of that darkness was him, Allistair, before he had a name, before a form, before father or mother. Chaos in its purest expression. It was in this era before the Creator created humanity, a time were only angels and archangels, gods and goddesses exist.

"Exsolvo," I watched my father turn human, but he seemed to fight. I remember the folklore one elder taught me when I was a young pup about the danger of being a true alpha. If the human side and wolf wrestle, they are on the verge of insanity. The wolf will turn feral and stronger and kill. All sense and pack bonds are lost. No living thing will stand and live.

“Hey Ransom, were you someone’s bitch?” A peal of ominous laughter escapes Ransom’s throat. This might get bloody. “Oh no, Julia. I made every man in my block MY BITCH.” His voice goes from being humored, to lethal. “Julia, Carley isn’t a whore. She is just the only girl worthy of being the Chaos Queen.” He tuts her but doesn’t leave his seat. Ransom is unstable and unpredictable on his best day thanks to his sperm donor.