Chaotic Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The constant buzzing in my ears and the daze in my mind are enough to drive any person mad. Three moons ago, the visions started changing. They became more vivid. The voices, the screams from the battle long ago, echo in my head on a constant loop. The dreams are all pushing me to the brink of my sanity. I stop behind my desk and stare at the journal again. At the words scratched in blood-red ink. Contain chaos. No matter the cost. My skin hums, light threatening to break through. The golden glow flickers beneath my veins like a warning flare.

He did something far more terrifying. He "Merged" his own marrow with the girl’s. "I'm the Admin!" Kaelen screamed. "And I'm 'Signing' her as my 'Co-Author'!" The gold-and-sapphire light of the Genesis and the scentless vacuum of Elora detonated in a final, terminal pillar of "Biological Chaos."

She whipped her rainbowed braids around and bent over while I hurriedly walked away. I forced my way through the crowd without caring who I stepped on, pushed away or ruined their dance. Most people I offended on my way out screamed curses at me, the others just hissed. I didn’t care, I wasn't in the mood to apologize to anyone. My thoughts whirled around in my head and it felt like I was about to go insane. I hurried past the bar, my eyes met those of the Bartender and there was a glow in his eyes I hadn’t noticed before.

“Haven't I done enough for you? I was given five years, that if you could not conceive I would be allowed to get rid of you forever. I would be allowed to be with my fated mate. But you had to plan with that witch to trap me.” “I've always disliked you, and now, I detest you even more. You are a pest to my life. Good thing you came to me before telling others. I will deal with that witch myself,” he ended. Tears poured out of my eyes uncontrollably. I managed to bring my hands up to my stomach but could feel nothing in an open space. “My pub,” I thought to myself, my head thumping heavily. And with one final kick to my stomach, he sent me falling off the cliff, as my body came battering to t

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

he teases. “You know I don’t mean it like that,” I say. “It’s just, how did an Alpha’s son become a rouge? What happened?” “My ex happened,” he explains. “As pathetic and stupid as it is. I guess I should’ve been more careful with who I dated. “She seemed so lovely at first though. I wasn’t sure if she was my mate or not, I hadn’t yet turned eighteen. But I thought there was potential. I thought she was kind, caring, with the same interests as me, interesting conversations. Then, she turned on me.

I want someone who's gonna play with my tricks and techniques. Just like Mr. Red eyes. Yeah, I already named him. But, I don't know why I like him. Not that in romantic way, but in... In... Damn! I am an agent! Why am I falling for someone I don't know? This is so frustrating! What if he's my enemy? Err, maybe not. He's justy stalker, I guess. Wait, what?! How can I even get a stalker?! And now, I need to be more cautious on my moves. Specially to Freyia. Mt cousin is right. We can't just trust her because we have this saying, "Pain change people". So, I'll call her my enemy too. Officially. But, anyways... Who is H? Is he an enemy? #30 #30

Matt calls while getting into the passenger seat of Brett’s car. Exiting the pack territory, I can feel a weight lifted from me. “I am sorry for what happened back there. I still cannot understand how he didn’t take your side after seeing proof. Nor did he even try and stop Rebecca.” Judith sounds more like she is working out what happened aloud than conversing with me. “I do not understand either. At least the mastermind of the group is gone.” I shrug. “How did you move so quickly?” I can feel her eyes on me. “I didn’t.” “You did. It was like you moved in a superspeed.” “Maybe it is because I am mated to a Lycan Alpha.” “So it is confirmed?” She asks in a happy, giddy tone. “Yeah, I think s

“Yes. He is Xaulfur, the demon-obsessed. I’m Daymion, the Alpha.” “Then you both might have a few likenesses that make people think you are him.” I say it as if I am certain even when I somehow doubt myself. I have an absurd feeling that this younger brother is a psycho, lowlife scholar who spends most of his lifetime in libraries and local museums, or even shrines. “We have separate fathers, and…” the old man chuckles as his head drops, the very first time to see and hear him laugh. “I am much older. We are not alike in any way even. He might be the opposite of me.”

Arec shook his head as he looked at her and said, “You know that’s not how this works. You know how fated mates work.” Sabrina snorted and said, “That only works in children’s stories.” Arec looked at Sabrina, standing beside Craig with her hand on his head, before looking at Craig, then back to Sabrina again. “Are you sure about that?” he asked. Sabrina scowled and quickly drew her hand away from Craig, who growled low in his throat at Arec. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said. “I think you do,” Arec told her, raising an eyebrow.