Chaotic Minds Novels & Stories

"Elder Morrison, please check the area around the crystal sphere for any traces of dark magic." Morrison immediately began an incantation. A moment later, a strange black mist materialized around the sphere. "There is indeed dark magic interference!" Morrison gasped. "The result of the ritual is void!" The hall erupted. "He really did cheat!" "The Alliance Chairman used black magic!" "How despicable!" Lucius completely panicked. He pointed a trembling finger at me, screaming, "It was you! You plotted against me! You never wanted to help me!" "Plot against you?" My voice remained calm. "I just let you tell the truth in your own words."

It wasn't a fancy invitation but rather it was an invitation to dig deeper into the lane that led directly to the very core of the cruel and brutal world I had grown and lived in. Its appearance had drowned and distinguished any and every fire that had begun to ignite in my life. It was a rainy evening. Droplets of rain scattered across the windowpane and the rooftop like drum beats threatening to crack open my rooftop just as my bleeding heart threatened to break free from its cage rib. The rain, they felt my aching heart and troubled mind and I felt theirs. Each tap added its own rhythm creating songs of chaos but as it sang, so did my mind. Both mirrored the chaos that it had to offer but

Although Mj and Lila had been in the middle of a very deep conversation about the state of Azreal’s mental well-being, the assassin found herself drowning out the words Lila was saying while she concentrated on the strange pitted feeling deep inside herself. Every now and again while they had been talking, Mj thought she heard the distant sound of a wolf’s whimper. The sound acted like a snowball effect, it sounded so familiar she tried to think back to where she may have heard it before, but every time she tried to nail down the memory it seemed to vanish. Like a dream you could remember as long as you didn’t think about it. Mj was pulled from her merry-go-round thought process as Lila squ

Sparks erupted like lightning, and a blinding wave of red and gold light filled the room. Pain shot through Lila’s skull as Harper screamed inside her mind—furious, terrified, ecstatic all at once. He’s touching me! Harper shrieked. He’s inside your head! Lila staggered, clutching her temples. “Get out!” she cried, voice raw. “You don’t belong here!” The figure’s voice boomed inside her mind now, bypassing speech entirely: “You cannot banish what you do not understand.” Harper’s voice overlapped his, creating a chaotic chorus that made Lila’s thoughts fracture. We are one now. We are—

Ethan crouched beside her. “Your neural pattern is the master template,” he said quietly. Ariana felt sick. “So what happens when it spreads?” Victor answered before Ethan could. “Chaos.” The word echoed through the room. “The human brain wasn’t designed to carry multiple consciousness streams,” Victor continued. “If the signal reaches people—” “They’ll hear them,” Ethan finished. Ariana’s chest tightened. “Hear who?” Victor gestured to the screens. “The ones trapped in the system.”

If everyone in the cartel saw me now, they'd be happy that at last the man who had no heart apparently had one. So I dedicated my energy to something much more productive or, rather, to something I had been considering for a while. There are times when the beast becomes so noisy, I have no choice but to let it and its demonic minions out to play. Sometimes, just disrupting other people's lives is enough. Other times, it is not enough and there must be an act of anarchy. Perhaps arson here, vandalism there, and burying the seeds of chaos everywhere. At this moment, however, my beast is not in the mood for petty crime. It's not about satisfying its urges and sending it back into hibernation.

“Are you satisfied yet?” The voice was so familiar that my mind went blank, and I felt like I had just been struck by lightning. I froze. Trembling, I reached out and slowly removed the mask. A pair of triumphant eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a wave of dizziness. “Well, well! Running off to have fun with my mom, huh? Have you had your fill yet, Naomi?”

His form seemed to glitch for a moment before continuing. “Your father wants to destroy my Mind. If he succeeds, there will be nothing to power the shards any longer. The living Chaos, Zoi, will descend on all worlds without mercy and engulf it in madness. As he did yours.” He glitched again, more severely this time. “You will need the new shard bearer and the daughter of your former master. Keep them close.”

I look down at my cappuccino, unable to take a drink. He grins with another low rumbling chuckle. “You’re a psychology student, right?” He asks and I nod as a reply. The guy seems to know everything about me. “Well isn’t it true if you were in effect suffering from some kind of schizophrenic break from reality then shouldn’t this all be something normal for you? A schizophrenic can’t distinguish hallucinations from reality but you seem able to recognize the abnormality of what's happening to you. So essentially that you think you’re insane proves that you are indeed not insane.”

He himself had anticipated that if he couldn't do it now, he probably would not be able to do it in the required time. With mind eating thoughts, Creed tripped the barrier and continued with the process again. Seeing this, Raymond followed his lead and again activated the stimulant. Gradually Creed rationality turned as thin as a strand of hair. He started talking gibberish and cursing heavily. Hearing his voices and curses researcher's mind went blank. His mind was so close to shattering. Deep, dark memories of the past were clogging his brain. Failure, Sadness, Anger, Frustration were all chewing his mind like a hungry scavenger accompanied by an overwhelming numbness all over his body.