Chaotic Overworld Novels & Stories

--- 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 checked the sender and it's Shamika damn, now I really wanna know what's her style when it comes to house decorations and size, after 15 minutes of trying to open the pictures and the video I finally did " Oh shit!" I mumbled once I seen what she sent, her naked pictures, vixen styles, and our sex session video? " shit shit shit!" luckily Alexa couldn't open this stuff coz i'll be a dead man walking now " what's wrong? I heard you cursing out loud?" she came running back making me close the attachments actually deleting them " babe? You look like you've seen a ghost what's up?did you manage to open those attachments?" she asked looking concerned

I asked. “It did, however when Mazikeen was created because of Monar’s lust for as much power as he could get, the gods stepped in and created someone who could defeat Mazikeen. Me. I was created to grow in power just like how Mazikeen grows too but I am always to be a little ahead of him in level of power. I represents everything which Mazikeen oppose just as he represents everything I opposed but rather, I was not well versed in the issue and so the gods decided to punish not just me but also the world we came from. The name is the forgotten world is forever forgotten and if we want to remember… well I made it worse because how can we remember the name of a place which is supposed to be fo

A violent storm suddenly swept through the western side of the city. At both the hospital and the Cartwright Group headquarters, the electrical systems began malfunctioning over and over again. The wiring was brand new, yet the power would short-circuit out of the blue. Entire buildings would fall into darkness before the electricity was restored minutes later. Dean knew exactly what it meant. These were the signs of the world collapsing, and every time another abnormal event appeared, the System’s warning became more frantic. System: [World Self-Destruction Countdown: 15 hours, 12 minutes remaining.]

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.”

However, like a sudden flash, a force stopped its falling. It called upon it and swiftly deposited it into a transmigration cycle. The force, or well, the entity that did this glared as the fragment of darkness twisted and gibbered, as it was purified by the ethereal brilliance of primordial essences. And then, like many of the souls within this transmigration cycle, it was sent through an endless river that connected to many worlds, to be reborn. When Chaos gained some consciousness of himself, he developed abilities. Born in a world similar to modern Earth, but that had recently undergone an apocalypse that filled the world with Miasma, corrupted Mana, he was one of those people who had be

’ he thought. When he saw Divine Farmer and the others were deep in thought and were remaining silent, he could not help but ask, “Sir Divine Farmer, what’s the Wild Deserted Region? Who are the Raksasa Tribe?” Darryl’s face was filled with desperation and anticipation. Like the others, Darryl only thought the world had nine continents, and the border between the continents was the Chaotic Mountain Range which had a terrible environment. He had never heard of another world on the other side of the Chaotic Mountain Range.

If he wasn’t killed or has gotten sick to death, there’s still a possibility for him to be alive since we are capable of living for a maximum of five thousand years. This world where I belong is called Audravaria. It is divided into two kingdoms—the Oqazia that composes of white magicians called Oqans, and Crarene, the kingdom of dark magicians called as Cranes. All of us, in general, are called Audravarians. The other creatures in the three remaining worlds are considered as ‘lower beings’. Audravarians are the highest ones, for we have the longest lives and the strongest powers.

This is twice the speed of growth of grains than earth . Also a new mission was issued by the system for him. [ mission: Create a water path for irrigating the field ] [reward: High quality corn seed x 1 sack] Gaining another seed for agriculture, within two months they can start to trade their excess food supply in the nearby town. He is also lack of people in his domain, he did not plan to let his people remain slaves forever since he wants to have them develop on their own. This is the reason why continuous buying of slaves is a must.

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. “Are you okay?” he said. I shook my head. I felt my temperature rise and a slight ache was creeping up my joints. My muscles started to feel tense. My hair pores started to look like big rashes and they itched as the hairs on my body began to grow longer. My palms began to expand as my nails extended further. My ears felt like they were drawn out. I could hear the slightest sound of a foot leaving the ground, a house fly buzzing, frantic heartbeats and drinks getting poured into cups. The music became almost a hundred times louder. I could nearly hear people’s thoughts and fee