Chaotic World Novels & Stories

He looked at me briefly, that twinkle still in his hazel eyes, before he returned his gaze to Jaye. Mage Jaye was shaking her head pretty adamantly. “Chaos, you mean,” she said. “You operate under the principals of chaos. Without order, there is anarchy, and that’s what you strive to create. You’re here to try and entice a young mage into a dangerous world that, if she is foolish enough to take your offer, will end in nothing but trouble for everyone involved.”

“However, one of the satellites managed to capture this before it was destroyed. As you can see, it’s a rupture in space, directly connected to Zoi’s real body.” “What is he planning to do with that?” Quinn asked, zooming in on the picture. Willow had the same question. If Zoi wanted to destroy the earth, he could’ve done it a long time ago. He wanted something else. And it had to do with his chaos energy. “I can only conclude that he wants something on earth, and he plans to use a massive amount of Chaos energy to do it.” Orion talked his wrist and the holograms disappeared. “This might be the end of the world, and I need ideas. Anyone?” Willow was the first to speak, though he was sure tha

It's an inexplicable sensation that I feel when I see the people I love cross paths, attachments and destiny. My voice trembles with an air of anger and fear as I contemplate whether it's the outcome. "The foretelling." Can I be the mother of balance' for you? Do you think I possess a weapon? If not, why are you here? Her eyes sparkle with malicious laughter as Myra grimaces, "You're more than merely a weapon." Your presence signifies your position as either the beginning or the end of the world. The chaos is currently spreading rapidly.' But beyond these walls, the old world is crumbling. By calling it the full storm, the rogue armies are not just destabilizing outer packs. Chaos has never

Mane smiled slightly and said. “What do you mean? It isn’t like you could carry the Chaos energy here and forcefully introduce it into that world. It must birth Chaos on its own.” Hildegarde frowned and said. Every world eventually will produce its own Chaos. As long as conflict continued and division remained constant for a while, Chaos will be born. It wasn’t something that could be forced upon a planet. And that was why some planets were richer in Chaos than others. It was the same for Edict.

she muttered to herself and then felt a pang of anxiety and sadness about her cousin's fate again. Cassandra leaned over the side of the boat and listened, too tired and befuddled to think or speak, the earth-dweller told her about the Chaotic Zones. How they blossomed suddenly when the deep core magic found its way to the surface of the World Beyond, bursting through faults to form Whirlpools of Chaos. How the Chaos spread in all directions from a whirlpool, which glowed in a multitude of harsh colorful light, and how it receded every so often only to burst forth again and flood the area anew. Sometimes, the Whirlpools left something strange and beautiful, precious gems and gold and rare po

"Indeed, I'm going to ascend, going to enter a higher world, far away from these pitiful creatures. I will be pursuing higher ideals." "To think you need external help to ascend. Either you're too weak, or the world you want to ascend to isn't as great as you believe," Wilbur coldly remarked. Loja shouted out, "You know nothing. Just because you're at the Emperor level doesn't mean you can say anything you want to. Let me tell you, our world is just a cage. The truly perfect world is in chaos." "Chaos!" Wilbur narrowed his eyes. He had heard of chaos more than once, but he still had no understanding of what chaos truly was.

Carl's gaze froze for a moment, then he suddenly curved his lips into a smile. His voice, pleasant and low, sounded in her ear: "As expected, nothing can be hidden from you. Yes, it is related to him. Chaos has existed since the dawn of time. Unlike other Ancient Ferocious Beasts, he has purified too much of the world's filth. People say that whenever he awakens, the world will fall into chaos, but that's not entirely true. Most of the time, he wakes up because of uncontrollable resentment. Wherever he appears, it means there is a source of such resentment."

spreading a civilization that functioned like a massive, decentralized machine. Audrey sat within the "Grand-Refectory," a chamber where the walls were made of "Living-Copper" that recorded every new treaty in real-time. The Empire was a chaotic collection of "Guild-Worlds" and "Forge-Systems," each contributing a specific type of "Resonance" to the multiversal grid. There were no kings, only "Masters of the Works," and Audrey of Sector-7 was the first among equals. She spent her days balancing the "Pressure-Requirements" of a billion different realities, ensuring that no single universe became too dominant or too stagnant.

And Chaos screamed. Immortal power equaled immortal pain and immortal fear. Chaos knew that it was returning to its prison . . . to wait another eternity. Its finger into the new world was being forced to withdraw. The last bid of Chaos to make a great and terrible war had been foiled . . . all thanks to the meddling of an insecure wizard, a neurotic young woman and a red-haired warrior's defiance.

“Hey Ransom, were you someone’s bitch?” A peal of ominous laughter escapes Ransom’s throat. This might get bloody. “Oh no, Julia. I made every man in my block MY BITCH.” His voice goes from being humored, to lethal. “Julia, Carley isn’t a whore. She is just the only girl worthy of being the Chaos Queen.” He tuts her but doesn’t leave his seat. Ransom is unstable and unpredictable on his best day thanks to his sperm donor.