Novel & Cerita Chaotic Poetry

Freyia yelled. Klein shooked his head. Klein wouldn't be shocked if Freyia's attitude is like that. Well, Freyia came from a wealthy family and she's spoiled by moneys. But that's before, when their parents are still alive. But even now, Freyia's so exaggerated and very choosy to things she have. Uhm, well, turning back on your things you used been through is hard to do. When they far from the place where the illegal auction happened, they heard a loud explosion. Freyia got nervous slightly but she managed to calm herself. Xeenalah is smart and strong. All she need is to trust her sister for escaping the danger.

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.”

But I really mean it when I say I like you. “Uri saranghaji marayo, ajigeun jal moreujanhayo. Sasil jogeumeun duryeoun geoya, geudae mianhaeyo. Uri yaksokhaji marayo, naeireun tto moreujanhayo. Hajiman i mal maneun jinsimiya, geudae johahaeyo.” I softly sang the lyrics as I sipped my coffee, sitting on the veranda and admiring the magnificent sky.

I was not failing my pack. My eyes glowed darkly and I let my wolf take control. The power surged in me and I hauled before I fell. My wolf Shadow landed with a thud on its paws. My wolf could sense that she did not expect this resistance. She was whispering something that my wolf shook. 'Wolves of the Black Dessert Moon will not surrender.' Chaos broke loose. My wolf was unhinged and out for her blood. Her wavering cause madness from the pack. Her hold on them was broken. She stumbled back and whispered, but my wolf would not stop.

And most importantly, I hate feeling like I don’t have control over my environment. And this house? As chaotic as it is, I understand it. I know how it moves. I know how everyone behaves. I can predict things here. Unlike my life right now. Still… “That doesn’t mean I enjoy the chaos,” I said, crossing my arms. He chuckled softly like that was expected. “It’s a family, Alexandra. Chaos is part of the package.” I didn’t respond to that because honestly, I wasn’t in the mood for emotional wisdom. “Why are you here?” I asked instead, cutting straight to the point.

“Let’s see it.” I turned the paper over, and revealed the poem scrawled in pencil on the back. Down the streets of woodland black I wander, earth to hearse In every tree I see a wave A looming tidal curse On the cusp of something greater Stood ankle-deep in floodwater Stagnant pools of brown and red The onslaught is coming; I dread For each dark night and each pearl day The mist does clear too soon The floodplain is drown’d again The water, torn from its ocean womb

***** CHAOS I tested my new body and it's permanence, A load of spells escaping my fingertips wordless, Finally I'll be able to exert the justice on this world, on this splinter in my side, this intense cacophony of noise, In just a few rises of this measly ball of light, I'd eradicate this damned planet and all other sense of sentience and life within me, I'd be whole and silent again, but first a visit to an 'old hag' who tried to put a stick in my plans. As I descended down the steps I could hear the faint pitter patter as moisture dripped from the ceiling of the cavernous dungeon, she laid huddled her back against me, as I drew closer I heard her chant strange words even to me.

Let me get to that. First and foremost, as stated earlier, how can there be destruction without life? And how can there be destruction without chaos? It's simple really. Life births destruction, and destruction, life. So where does chaos fit in? Chaos is the energy that makes the two thrive. The Universe has faced destruction many times, and it has birthed life in so many different ways and forms. Chaos is the name given to formless energy that swims so freely in every corner of the cosmos- some more than others. It isn't called chaos for no reason. It is so called because just like actual chaos, it brings destruction in its wake. It is a dangerous form of energy. One that can easily take a

With his blurry eyes, he saw Jeyrin who was on the ground, barely breathing and the tyronimic and Certoanas which were watching everything play before their eyes. Gradually, he began to fade and soon... ** “The prophecy says; When the firmament becomes filthy with barbaric bats, And the ground begins to revolt by Sputtering out appetizing a liquids and enticingly galling skeletons, scamper off to your secure nests, dear humans, And inhale every feeling of protection. For within the space of two heartbeats, The "sanctuary" feeling will be lost In the chaos for tranquility. But all should be well,

Chaos is not the absence of order. It is what happens— --- When order breaks… --- And nothing replaces it. --- The collapse didn’t slow. --- It accelerated. --- What had begun as fractures— --- Became ruptures. --- What had been controlled instability— --- Turned into something wild. --- Uncontained. --- Unpredictable. --- Unstoppable. --- The sky didn’t flicker anymore. --- It tore. --- Entire sections of reality misaligned—