Chaotic Game Novels & Stories

The Chaos Sacred Art was the unparalleled secret art of the Doom Race and one of the most distinguished in the history of the Greater Realms. James took a deep breath. In the end, he could not resist the temptation to open the Chaos Sacred Art. Upon opening it, a golden light radiated, gathering before James and forming rows of mysterious, ancient characters. These characters were some of the most ancient of the Doom Race. They were the Chaos Script—one of the core scripts in the Greater Realm. The Greater Realms were situated inside the Chaos. Meanwhile, the strongest being inside the Greater Realms were not the living beings but the Chaos Heavenly Path.

--- Xyna “THE mechanics of the game will draw names out of this box, of course it's our names. Whoever name you saw written in the paper will need to do the dare that you give him/her. When she/he doesn't or refuse to do the dare, there has consequences that have to be done. We planned this earlier, so we decided that the consequence will be drinking a glass of vinegar with chili.” we all winced at what Andrew said. Looks like we all don't have a choice then. We all don’t want to drink that vinegar of course. Just thinking that I'm going to drink it is like I'm going to vomit.

I walked inside the living room to find Nate and a guy who I think was his friend, playing video games. I tried to walk past them but Nate interrupted me just as I was about to cross the couch. "Hey, why didn't you wait for me in the morning?" he asked, not peeling his eyes off the screen. "Had some pending work at school," I lied effortlessly and he paused the game to look at me. "You could have told me, Becs. I would have woken up early," he stated genuinely and I wanted to punch his face for acting all normal.

I almost laughed when I saw her diagnosis: She has a narcissistic personality disorder. I looked for other files, and realized that all of us were patients with mental being admitted here in this place… although all this information still doesn't align with the existence of the Termination Game. Besides the game's rules have changed relatively as this is not how the game was supposed to be played, the foundation is there… it's just that the method is superficial. I still remember how this game started with my brainchild. * * * Since I was a child I already noticed that I'm different from everyone. My imagination and observations led me to think how imperfect the world is, or rather how imper

Su Lan: "Hello, is anyone here." Angelic voice: " Hello, welcome to the mysterious and unbelievable game." Su Lan: "Ah." So this is the game she clicked before the green light appeared. Angelic voice: "Please enter a user name." Su Lan: ".... Su Lan." Angelic voice: "Welcome, Su Lan to this world." Su Lan: "... can I have directory guidelines to this world.....?" Angelic voice: "In the beginning of times, when this world was made the 7 gods who created a world for fun ..... for followers to provide them with power by collecting people's prayers and devotion."

I held eye contact with him until he broke the stare and ushered me in. On getting into the hall; it was hazy and crowded. RGB lights flashed and music boomed from the speakers on the walls all around. The intense combo of indistinct chatter, cheers and music from the speakers seemed to have a repelling effect that could have knocked me off my feet. The dim lighting in the club made sure I could not recognize the faces of people in it except I get closer to them.

he coughed slightly before opening his eyes, blood dripping slowly from his wound. Damien looked from the clone to Nathan sitting on the chair. There were two Nathans and then Lauren that he thought were dead. “What kind of sick game is this!” he yelled making the clone turn his attention back to him. The clone stood in the middle of the three “Oh, it’s a game that just properly begun” he clapped his hands in excitement “I’ve been waiting for this part since I started all this, we can’t let Nathan have all the fun, can we?”

“Seven Chosen for the Game of Sins.” Farrah muttered as she read the headline in the paper. Her fingers trembled slightly as she turned the page. The ink was smudged, but she could still make out the words printed beneath the headline. [ The Rules of the Game ] [ 1. Only the Cursed may enter the Game. Those whose names are written upon the Statue of Avarra shall be pulled into the Trials. You cannot summon yourself, nor refuse the call once chosen. ]

"We won't lose." "*No!*" the goddess raged. "*Free me first! Complete your promise!*" "After the game," Harmony said diplomatically. "If we win." Luna's aspects and Genesis children faced each other across reality. The game would begin in moments—creation versus probability, order versus chaos, with mortality itself as stakes. Through bridge-state, we saw potential futures fracturing. Some where Genesis children won and freed the goddess. Others where they lost and became human forever. A few where the game itself broke reality.

he said, and suddenly the air felt strange. Everyone around me started whispering, turning to each other with wide eyes and open mouths. I froze. The Mate Games. I’ve heard stories, like everyone else. Old tales. Fables meant for children. Girls pulled from villages to compete for the hand of a royal heir. Magic and power and fate all tangled into one big, unbelievable mess. But that’s all they were. Stories. Until now. “They say the heir has the rarest kind of wolf,” a woman beside me whispered to her friend. “Unbound. Untouched by bond. Free.”