Chaotic Game Novels & Stories

“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.”

They’d done it under his nose. His fists trembled. The last time Rosewood magic had been used unchecked, it had torn through the North like wildfire. Packs had turned against packs. Kings had fallen. Blood soaked the rivers. It had taken three generations to bury the truth. Now, something—or someone—was stirring again. And for the first time in centuries, the silence of the white wolves was broken. He turned sharply, boots crunching against the frost-bitten stone, and called over his shoulder. “Cassian.”

CHAPTER 76: Your darkness will consume her Nero stalked after Luigi again, his long strides relentless, and grabbed him. This time, he dragged him across the nightclub floor by his hair, pulling him over the shards of glass and debris that now littered the nightclub floor. Luigi grunted in pain, but it didn’t seem to stop his cousin. The lights overhead painted the trail in lurid color, blue, red, violet, like a sick CHAPTER 75: Club chaos

The vibration was making my palm numb. I minimized Celine's livestream for a second and clicked on my I*******m profile. My eyes widened. I stared at the number. I refreshed the page. The number jumped by ten thousand. I refreshed it again. Another twenty thousand. In seconds. It was scary. It seemed like a tsunami of people coming toward me. My phone started lagging. It froze for a second, then would catch up, then freeze again. The sound of the notifications was blending into one long, high-pitched tone.