Chaotic Soul 소설 & 이야기

One of them was being unemotional and he couldn't care less if it made him someone with a heart of stone. But the self-betrayal of the nine-month time span displayed the result on him. He broke his own theory of living and his traitor mind caused him to hope, wish, and anticipate. He became numb when nine month's desires, aspirations, and expectations were crushed in just one event. His face was still hard and stoic but inside he was breaking. The impact of the big loss hit him like the fiery breath of a dragon. His heart was shattering in the tiniest pieces.

***** 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.

It was as if he was nothing but a stranger. He might have been part of my childhood growing up, but now, he was no longer the Finnie whom I knew. He was just Finnegan Churchill, nothing more. "Keep going," he ordered. I was just about to lift my legs when the pain got so bad that I couldn't help but fall backward. While falling down, I quickly grabbed onto the steps beneath me as ferociously as I could. I never even noticed that I'd dislocated or broken at least half of all my fingers.

Every step closer to them sent ripples through the air, waves of distortion that made my vision blur and my head spin. The ground beneath my feet trembled, cracking open like the earth itself was recoiling from the unnatural force that the mastermind had become. “Is this what you really are?” I shouted over the deafening roar of chaos, my voice barely audible. “A formless monster bent on destruction?” The mastermind’s laughter cut through the cacophony like a blade, sharp and mocking. “I am chaos, Sera. I am the force that undoes, the darkness that consumes.

"I guess you've used up all your moves. Now, it's my turn." Chase smiled at him condescendingly. He reached out to press down the head of the man in the black robe. "Soul Refining Technique!" The soul's energy wave bounced between Chase's fingers. The man's eyes started to glaze over, and he ended up in a sluggish state. He became stiff. The Soul Refining Technique was a spiritual chant that involved the soul. It was a type of mental energy cultivation that could control another person's soul. He had gotten it from that old coot from the Secret Sect.

"Impossible! That's utterly impossible! We've got so many doctors in the institute, and this is just a simple renal transplant. You'll just sleep through the whole thing. Oh, go ahead and take the medicine already. Be good!" I kept silent and merely turned away with my mouth tightly shut. My noncompliance enraged Miles, and he was visibly upset. He smashed the glass of water on the ground, his gaze on me menacing. "You're nothing but an invalid now, Cassidy. Without me, you'd be lying on your back, popping out kids for someone else. I don't care whether or not you've regained your memories, but you're taking the medicine!" I clutched my wrist, now bleeding from being cut by a shard of glass.

Blinking in confusion and through the haze of desire, I look up, And what I see rocks through my body. Jesse… Jesse is crying.

She screamed my name as she came harder than I’d ever seen, body convulsing, juices spraying everywhere. I loved watching her lose control. When it was my turn, she returned the favor—machine in my pussy, her fingers and tongue everywhere else. The addiction felt beautiful. Powerful. Ours. As we finally drifted off, sore, satisfied, and sticky, Mom held me tight. “We’re never stopping, baby. More clients, more parties, more machines, more everything. This is our life now.” I smiled into her breasts. “And I love every filthy second of it.”

"You're my parents. My creators. I love you." "Love?" I step forward. Shaking. "You're supposed to consume us. Erase us. Take our place." "Is that what they told you?" Chaos laughs. The sound is beautiful and terrifying. "The Moon Goddess really doesn't understand soul children at all. We don't consume. We complete." "What does that mean?" Erebus asks. His divine senses probing Chaos. Trying to understand. "It means I'm not here to replace you." Chaos spreads their arms. "I'm here to join you. To be part of this family. To make us whole."

Not because I couldn’t but because I didn’t want to. Do you know how disturbing that is for someone like me? I feel like my entire personality folder got corrupted. Luca keeps calling it “character development,” like he’s personally responsible for this emotional glow-up. Sofia pats my cheek sympathetically and tells me heartbreak builds empathy. Empathy. No thank you. But then something shifts in the air. Like a disturbance in the force. Like the universe whispering, Heads up, King — chaos is coming. So I finally look up and see an eight-year-old girl annihilate my front display like she’s reenacting Fast & Furious: Bookstore Drift.