Chaotic Soul Novels & Stories

Spencer gave him a small smile. Then she left. The door closed behind her. Silence filled the room. Theo stood completely still. Then he sank onto the couch. He had never hated himself more. He cursed quietly, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes. He replayed the conversation over and over. Every word. Every look. Every opportunity he’d let slip through his fingers. A voice came from his phone. “You alive?” Theo lowered his hands. “Nadia.” “Yeah, that’s usually how names work.”

I groaned, sinking back in my desk and rubbed my face with both my hands. Why was my life such a mess? "Rough day huh?" I hear a deep familiar voice and stood up with a jerk, turning to my side. I found Xavier leaning against the door with one hand in his pocket and his other hand was holding Hannah's tiny fingers. "No, just tired. Ha--Hannah did you forget anything?" I stuttered like a fool, walking towards them. Fuck, why was I always nervous around this guy? I tried so hard not to stare at him but it was impossible when he was standing there looking like a Sex God, wearing a loose grey sweatshirt and dark stone jeans. I wondered what he did for a living. He was always dressed in casuals a

He said that made me pout. I can still hear Chaos cursing, he called us last night asking for an update if Peace is fine or if we already had her but when we said ‘Not yet’ he started to transform to a cursing machine and I even hear vases being destroyed on the background and he warn us that if something bad happen to Peace he will bury alive or even skin us alive. See how cruel is that f*cker? The motherf*cking Chaos that is known for being a monster fallen so damn hard to a girl named Peace that is his complete opposite.

Thus, most if not all chaos divines residing near here has peak immortal strength also. From the man's point of view, he saw large monsters crawling and flying all over to scramble at the exhibition he made until a dark black eye of the chaos divine zoomed into the man. "Perfect," the man commented and started to wave his left hand onto the forefront of the chaos divines and a mark shone and gone in swiftness towards the beast that rushed past its flesh and essences to connect onto its soul finally. The mark done by the man stayed on the chaos divine's soul that eventually erased the soul of the beast to be replaced by the man's own clone soul. The possessed chaos divine tried to fight it bu

Therefore, he would be able to comprehend the fifth stage of the 'Chaotic Immortal Scripture' and successfully cultivate it! As for the Chaotic Immortal Scripture, it had a total of thirty-three levels. Every time he broke through one level, he would awaken a soul-type divine power. Now that Zephyr Khan has reached the fifth level, he has only awakened five soul abilities. These five soul divine abilities were respectively: Soul Doppelganger! Sacred Soul Sword! Soul Divine Flame! Soul Spike! Soul Shield! Amongst them, the Soul Doppelganger could use spiritual energy to create a spiritual clone. As the soul's level increased, the spiritual clone's power would increase as well.

There wasn’t a soul left alive on that cursed mountain when that sun traveled across the sky that next morning. I traveled from town to town and village to village in those following days, and I watched as soulmates turned into enemies from their bigotry and their hatred. The betrayal of one bond had single-handedly destroyed the bonds for countless other people. The world was torn apart by fighting in and among all clans. I, Mae Shamrock, last of The Sisters of the Path Coven, bore witness to the destruction of the soulmate bond as the Soulmate Covenant was broken in 1850. I knew without a doubt that it would not be returning… UNTIL the world changed its ways…

Then when she couldn't remain calm anymore she had attempted to escape. Then what? She tried to push through the haziness that hid what happened next. Flashes appeared, she ended up outdoors, there was a tree, Asher appeared, then...DRUGGED! It hit her like a ton of bricks as Asher's warning surfaced. He had come to tell her about Sarah's plan to drug her then everything went black until the moment she woke from her nightmare. Summer wrapped her arms around herself. Just the thought of not being in control and not knowing what happened in-between consciousness made her physically sick.

Only HER. “And this storm is rising inside of me Don't you feel that our world's collide It's getting harder to breath It hurts deep inside” I didn't even tell them what my dream was. When I'm with them not only do I feel angry, but also, sadness. Extreme sadness. Darkness... “Just let me be who I am It's what you really need to understand And I hope so hard for the pain to go away And it's torturing me, but I can't break free

"I am my genius father. You are so slender, so elegant. I am so lucky to have a thoughtful father like you. I'm glad you're my father. I'm glad I'm your daughter. I'll kiss you when you come, and it's huge!" He quickly stood up and threw everything on the table to the floor. He still wasn't dead! Again he succumbed to his helplessness! Even when he killed his daughter with his own hands, he had never been this helpless... The fire inside him would not go out no matter what he did. Because he knew that only the last thing called death could put out that fire. Only those who were not helpless would do it. That fire in the helpless would burn until death, and it would burn like hell... Just lik

A huge red demon with the body of a muscular and furry beast and the head and neck of a python emerged from the ground. The soul looked surprised but then continued sitting and showing an 'I don't care' attitude. Of course, it would behave like that because it was a soul and felt that it wouldn't be touched by anything. But I knew that this demon can definitely cause harm to it because the mirror summons demons according to my situation. The demon reached out and tried to grab the soul in vain. The soul laughed at the demon's attempt and laughed at me as well. To my surprise, the demon laughed and the spat a black sticky substance at the soul.