Chaotic Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The thought of being stuck behind a desk instead of being out on the Harley is enough for me to run and keep running. I am now twenty four, Everyone keeps telling me to find my mate. I mean is it that bad i don't want my mate i like my life as it is. I definitely do not want Una. Chaos refuses to mark anyone as our luna except our true mate and let me tell you this, there will be no mate for me.

Hello everyone, this is your author speaking <3 I want to let you know that this is the last of Olivia and Daniel’s love story, although there’s a few extra chapters coming :) I wrote this story with chaos in my mind because I was a little sick of reading the same book with the same characters over and over again where we all kind of know where things are going and what the characters are going to do, so I thought I would mix it up and create two complex people that don’t fit the standard. An alpha who fucks up all the time and is not just magically perfect and an omega who does her thing and is just a wild card most of the time, lol

My turn arrives before I can avoid it. “Absolutely not.” “Yes,” both of them say. Traitors. I step forward muttering insults no cosmic entity deserves the satisfaction of hearing. I focus. Then send the most chaotic refusal I can imagine. Contradictory timing. Broken rhythm. No clear relation. Pure sabotage. The point does not respond. It waits. I grin. “Ha.” Then my own sequence begins reorganizing on the projection. Not by my action. Its elements shift into coherence. My chaos becomes pattern.

Something that shouldn't exist. When the merge finishes, Trinity stands there. But they're not Trinity anymore. They're Chaos. Pure. Unfiltered. Unanchored. Mad. "I'm whole." They laugh. Insane. Beautiful. Terrifying. "I'm finally whole. And it's perfect. And it's horrible. And I hate you. And I love you. And I'm going to destroy everything you love. And save everything you fear. And I don't know which is which anymore because I'm chaos and chaos doesn't choose. Chaos just is."

My heart sinks, and I let the rock fall out of my hands, splashing into the water and washing away the little hope I had. Sam’s just being nice. Saying things to make me feel better. But he’ll never see me the way I want him to. Who am I kidding? I’m Creepy Chloe, the weird girl who wears too much black, brings tarot cards to school, and wrote a fifty-five-page Harry Potter-meets-Charmed fanfic for her eighth-grade creative writing assignment. And Sam is, well, Sam. Smart. Good-looking. Athletic. Normal. As much as I want to believe fate will intervene and Sam and I could end up together, I know the only way it would happen is if everything falls apart and he has to resort to me—his backup p

“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.”

I am betting Royal because it is closer to the Z brother's magic shop. While I wait, I see another former friend that is now on the side of Umbra. Umbra really screwed over most of the Lycan and Wolves, except a few. One of them being Chaos. Chaos is Umbra's personal errand boy. Chaos does anything Umbra asks, and I bet he is spying on Fallon for Umbra.

Yawning, I lay down as I let sleep take my tired body over again, trying to forget this horrible day in my life. *** I start to drift into my peaceful dreams where I have built a different world for myself that gives me hope for the future. I have a Bampire mate, and we will try to breed a little one of our own. We can live happily, and our baby Bampire can grow into a strong warrior with honor and respect.

Nepenthern’s POV A long time ago- I paused for a second when I stepped into this realm. Chaister’s realm looked like I was staring down a rabbit hole full of contradictions. Maybe I should have thought this through one more time. The world of Chaister is as much of an oxymoron as he is. Well, he is an oxymoron with an emphasis on moron. He is a fickle fuse of chaos ticking somewhere in the corner and always waiting to explode, causing havoc wherever he goes and wreckage to whatever he touches. He is not a reliable ally, and I cannot stand the twit, but I do not have much choice after that foolish girl got knocked up by Endymion.

Chaos went back eve if he's confused of what just happened, but what he didn't know is that a crescent moon mark appeared on his forehead. As Chaos went back to his room her mother appeared, blocked his pathway and confronted Allistair. "You cannot have him," she warned, voice trembling. "He is your father and he is mine." But Chaos hearing this did not listen. He could not. He was emotionless and yet overflowing with one singular, impossible desire: Lucifer. Not as father. Not as creator. But as something more, something forbidden. And Na'ara stood in the way. The fight was inevitable. It was brutal. They split stars; they shattered continents; they tore the veil between Heaven and the earl