Chaotic Era Novels & Stories

“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.

“Is this Earthos?” “Yes … the map of our world, Earthos.” Jade replied. “A thousand years after the Age of the Empyreal Gods, this is now the Age of Humanity … an army of demons who called themselves the Legion, stepped foot in our lands and brought chaos to the world. It was caused by an Empyrealist … or an Empyreal Wielder … who opened the demon portal.” “Why would he be stupid enough to open such a portal?”

While for him that was what the rise of Era… The era of a complete family… The era of a Vampire family… “You Protect Me And I Protect You, Together Let’s Rise The Vampire Era!”

By spirit. A cold wind blew through the room yet no doors were open. Suddenly, Bishop Zaphan’s smile vanished. “Enough,” he hissed. “You don’t understand what we keep at bay. We maintain spiritual equilibrium. If you burn everything, chaos will come.” James stepped closer, eyes glowing faintly. “Chaos is already here. You just kept it hidden behind offerings.” He opened the journal Eliora gave him and read aloud a prophecy from decades past one her father wrote:

That person. ~Flashback~ “Era! Come here! Didn't m-mom and d-dad say don't t-talk to strangers?” I call my twin Era (Xiera). She was talking to a boy who was the same age as us. Eh..it's just that maybe he'll hurt Era. I don’t want to lose a twin, huhu. “Wait, Xyn! Don't worry 'bout me! Wayne is kind. Besides, he didn't seem to harm me, because we're at the same age” Era defended.

Freyia yelled. Klein shooked his head. Klein wouldn't be shocked if Freyia's attitude is like that. Well, Freyia came from a wealthy family and she's spoiled by moneys. But that's before, when their parents are still alive. But even now, Freyia's so exaggerated and very choosy to things she have. Uhm, well, turning back on your things you used been through is hard to do. When they far from the place where the illegal auction happened, they heard a loud explosion. Freyia got nervous slightly but she managed to calm herself. Xeenalah is smart and strong. All she need is to trust her sister for escaping the danger.

I sat down beside Saul as Lucien, the leader of the sabre toothed sages began to relate. "More than five centuries ago, during the time of the great chaos, there was a lot of disorder in the supernatural world. Witches and sorcerers were so knowledgeable and corrupt that they misused and abused the forces of nature. They bent the elements to their will and made sure that anyone who did not submit to their rulership would be a recipient of their dark magic." He began. This looks like it's going to really take a long tale to tell. And it's also going to be an interesting one too.

He nodded his head and took the book, it looked heavy and old. As soon as Sybil left, Degen began telling me about Chaos and what he heard of it in his past. “When a person has the power to create chaos, he can destroy anything in his way… he can create earthquakes, cyclones and all kinds of destruction… having this power is extremely rare… when I first met someone with this kind of person was 1000 years back,” he said, “1000 years back?” I asked in surprise, “Yes,” Degen replied, “Is he alive?” I asked,

It sounded like Vaughn, but distorted, as if a thousand voices were speaking through a single throat. She saw a world where the Veil hadn't just hidden the magic, but had used the Prism to edit the past. In this darker history, the Renaissance had never happened; it had been replaced by the "Era of Compliance." Great artists hadn't painted or composed for the soul; they had designed sonic weapons for the state. Every war in history hadn't been fought for land or ideology, but to harvest the "Dissonance" of the dying to power the earlier iterations of the machine.

Chaos is not the absence of order. It is what happens— --- When order breaks… --- And nothing replaces it. --- The collapse didn’t slow. --- It accelerated. --- What had begun as fractures— --- Became ruptures. --- What had been controlled instability— --- Turned into something wild. --- Uncontained. --- Unpredictable. --- Unstoppable. --- The sky didn’t flicker anymore. --- It tore. --- Entire sections of reality misaligned—