Chaotic Series Novels & Stories

By spirit. A cold wind blew through the room yet no doors were open. Suddenly, Bishop Zaphan’s smile vanished. “Enough,” he hissed. “You don’t understand what we keep at bay. We maintain spiritual equilibrium. If you burn everything, chaos will come.” James stepped closer, eyes glowing faintly. “Chaos is already here. You just kept it hidden behind offerings.” He opened the journal Eliora gave him and read aloud a prophecy from decades past one her father wrote:

The fragments of Harper surged forward, and the whispering returned — louder, more commanding, uncontrollable. “You thought you could survive without me?” Harper purred from inside Lila. “Think again. I am eternal. I am chaos. And now… the real game begins.”

"So you agree that both techniques are the same?" She took a deep breath this time, "No! There is much more to that. Actually, You might call me a fool, but I feel like This Chaos Sequence is incomplete. There are instances in the technique that have been over-simplified so that the user's brain doesn get fried during the execution of patterns. The Chaos Sequence is kind of like a derivative, if you ask me."

15 Trix jolted awake, furiously glancing around with wide eyes. She had returned to her bedroom. Everything as far as she could tell was back in place. Her laptop sat open, a few inches away from her. Remnants of the white powder sprinkled over it. Its screen was dark.

It had been two hours, and Cherish already wanted to scream. The woman she replaced, Kim Rosa, was a disorganized mess. None of the files had any semblance of order, and some even had information in it that belonged in someone else's file. The records were a shambles, the record books riddled with coffee rings, and the computer files a spider web of chaos. How the woman managed to function or answer any of Bernie's questions was beyond Cherish's capacity for comprehension. She blew out a burst of frustrated breath, her bangs flipping up at the gesture. It would be a nightmare just getting everything organized.

His chest felt tight, a knot of anxiety twisting with each beat of hisheart. His hands trembled, the tremors betraying the turmoil inside. His pulse hammered, a chaotic mix of pain, want, and something else—something he wasn't ready to name, something that felt dangerously like hope, a traitorous "icker in the darkness. Then, without thinking, driven by an impulse he didn't understand, a desperate need to contain the chaos, to shut out the world, he grabbed the chain. The metal wascold and rough against his skin as he yanked, the heavy bay door groaning in protest as it began its descent.

“Carson is a Damned Forsaken and has been feeding information on the Ravagers, C.H.A.O.S., and Tempest. He has been brainwashed. The good news is we can use him to our advantage. “What. The. Fuck?!” I shout. All eyes are on me as I process the newest explosion.

“Are you sure you didn’t move his hand by accident?” I shake my head furiously, “No, no. I wasn’t close to his hand at all.” Dr. William sighs, his expression crumbling to one of pity. “Sometimes that happens… the muscles remind themselves that they aren’t dead, and it happens with jerky movements.” Oh. He’s still the same then… Still trapped in a nightmare, where I could never reach him.

If she had been sober she would think of the fact that both doors were left to her to find but she was drunk, alcohol running deeply in her veins that curiosity won over her sense of danger. She finally hoisted herself through the door. And staggered forward when she saw the sight in front of her. This was a laboratory of some sort, something you will see in a science fiction movie. “What is this place?” she asked herself. She took it upon her to tour the place. Everywhere was quiet no single human insight. She saw different machines, some protruding from spaces in the white wall. She ran her hands along with them, wondering what they did. The next thing that amazed her was the series of emp

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