Chaotic Minds Novels & Stories

"Expose the disruptor's illusions, and the truth of your cosmic journey will emerge. The echoes within the chaos hold the key to navigating the enigma's turbulent dance." Our journey through the unknown's heart became a relentless pursuit of clarity amidst the disruptive illusions. Richard and I navigated the cosmic turbulence with unwavering resolve, determined to unravel the threads that concealed the disruptor's influence and emerge with the truth that would guide our cosmic dance through the intricacies of the enigma's heart.

The moment my hand reached the fur, the wolf disappeared. I looked around, searching for the wolf, but loud voices were in my head. I think I could hear my own thoughts speaking to me. Voices of the people in front of me. I could hear things that were far. The small ant's movement was loud in my head. I felt my body burning and dizzy. I did not understand what was happening. It was too much and overwhelmed me. I closed my eyes and shut out all the noise and clutched the ground again. The magic was coursing through me, and I was taken to a vision that rendered me powerless. The Red Flames Pack had fallen. My home was lifeless. I pulled my hand and opened my eyes.

“What- no!” “Then why do you wander around the woods unprotected? Why are you threatening Death? Are you reckless? Suicidal?” “No, I just...” my voice trailed off and I sighed in defeat. “You know why? It's because I'm crazy- that's the only explanation for my 'reckless' behavior and why I actually think I'm talking to the Grim Reaper. I've been hallucinating ever since I sat down in that church. I've finally lost it; the chemicals in my brain are piss-drunk and shooting dopamine like vodka. I'll wake up in the morning, moaning and clutching my head, then go home and commit myself to a mental ward.”

All I have to think about is how can I get out of this pest zipline. I've never experienced this before, even in a movie. So I don’t know what I’m going to do now. “Maddy! Hang on there! We'll help you!” Axry shouted. They still have a lot to say to ease the mood but I just ignored it, because I'm busy thinking about what I should do. 'Think, Xyna. Think!' My face lit up and it was as if a lightbulb shone at the top of my head when I remembered something about like this. A scene. ***

Where they beyond saving? “What is your new order? Miranda. Reason with me. If you won’t give me the artifacts to give the Lords then reason with me. Tell me what it is you mean to do. What will the guardians do?” “I will not tell you, I will not give you anything. I want only Sacha. I want you dead, and want out of this place!” He had never heard of a Guardian going mad. She had told me all I needed to know and Sacha would not survive it.

I let out a dry chuckle. “No, I’m serious. I’ve been trying to avoid this feeling so hard but I...fuck, I just can’t see you with another guy. It fucking kills me,” he blurted with a painful look on his face and I stood there in shock, not knowing what to say to that. Was he serious? “Just stop it. Stop playing these stupid games with my mind. I think I should get you a cab,” I took out my phone but he pulled it out of my hand.

Why wasn’t I hearing anything? Then it hit me. I hadn't heard a single thought from him since the second we'd collided. Normally, people’s minds kicked in right away when someone accidentally got a drink spilled on them. A stream of annoyed, low-level swearing thoughts about the stain, the fabric, and how the night was now officially fucked. But with him, it was just a total, unbroken void. Which should not have been possible. Humans thought constantly. Their brains never shut up. I knew that better than anyone. I had spent years drowning in it, learning how to filter through chaos that never stopped moving.

But it seems, Clara didn’t mind the silence. She leaned casually against the bars. “You know, it’s actually kind of fascinating,” she let out softly, almost conversationally. “How easy it is to fuck with the mind. People think they’re so strong, so in control… but the mind is capable of so much more than we give it credit for. Break it down long enough, starve it, isolate it, give it the right kind of fear… and it’ll reshape itself into whatever you need.” She glanced over at the chained madman in the corner. He was watching us with wild, unfocused eyes, licking dried blood from his fingers.

He reacted at once and released me. I barely had time to draw a breath when the crowd suddenly shifted. People all around me began jumping in time with the music. Someone ahead of me stumbled and collided with me, forcing me backward. I tensed without thinking. Then, a strange sensation surged up inside me, hot and unrelenting. My eyes widened. Oh no. It had already gone in.

Words fired out at machine-gun speed. "Why is the human looking at me? Does she like me? Does she hate me? Does she like or hate me? Why is she still circling me? "Will she nuzzle me? Can I nuzzle her? Does she like me? Does she hate me? What—" Her thoughts were annoyingly loud and chaotic. I pretended to circle her a few more times, but mentally, I was drowning in her psychic high-speed rambling. Rather than overthinking, I decided to go on the offensive and deploy some cunning tricks.