Cold Steel Chaos Novels & Stories

Huge masses of thundering flames gushed over like tsunami waves. Alex Rockefeller stood by the tower’s entrance. In an instant, he felt his hands and feet turning cold, and an endless sense of fear filled his heart. “This is way too much!” At the crucial moment, Alex naturally couldn’t wait around for his death. He needed to fight it somehow. In the next instant, Alex activated his Profound Martial Shield Armor Art and tried to communicate with the Chaos Bead in his mind palace. He didn’t have anything else to rely on. The Chaos Bead and Chaos Tree were currently his most powerful treasures.

Crossing his arms before his chest, he gathered every remaining trace of his inner strength, wrath, and spirit power into a thick, dark violet shield. Clang! The collision echoed like thunder. Sylas' shield shattered instantly, fragments scattering in every direction. To Sam, his shield was as fragile as cotton. Sylas staggered backward from the impact. Each step left a deep imprint in the stone, cracks spreading outward like a web. Blood rose in his throat and spilled from his lips. His energy wavered, the dark violet glow dimming as his strength ebbed away. He could clearly feel that his body, power, and spirit were being eroded by Chaos. If this continued, he would not last three more exc

Clayton slowly took another sip of his wine and replied, “If the Chaos Hongrome Formation is activated, I have confidence in beating the Three Symbols.” Xzavion was quiet as he thought to himself, ‘That wasn’t my question. I asked if there was any other way. He sure is rude.” Despite grumbling in his heart, Xzavion understood Clayton’s answer meant he agreed the two had to sacrifice and activate the Chaos Hongrome Formation. Leuko roared, unleashing a radiant energy ball from her mouth, which hurtled toward Stephen. Stephen extended his hand and grabbed the energy ball, triggering blazing black flames to rise from beneath his feet and engulf his entire body.

What the hell was going on with these damn formations! "In order to kill you, I can set up the Chaos Formation and do all kinds of things in the world." Caspian's voice came from afar. James Steinbeck's pupils instantly shrank to a tiny point, and he squeezed out three trembling words through his teeth, "the Chaos Formation!"

Darian’s POV The throne felt colder tonight. Darian Rhadamanthys Draven sat upon the black stone carved from obsidian, older than empires, colder than death. The flames in the great hall of the Obsidian Moon Pack danced across the polished marble floor, reflecting the deep red of his eyes. But they offered no warmth, no comfort. Power had long since dulled into routine. Fear was commonplace. And loneliness... loneliness had rooted itself in the marrow of his bones like a second skin.

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.”

Parents and elderly clinging to their dead or searching in vain for lost loved ones. Wives, bent over still bodies of husbands and children, cursing the winged death above them. Husbands carrying lifeless bodies of wives, children, and elderly, in search of refuge. Some fell to the ground, while others staggered in confusion and fear, unsure of what to do. Many, lost in the madness of chaos, like headless chickens, ran about, searching for safety that wouldn't be found. The decimation of wings was only the beginning. Round two came in the form of the Army of Darkness, covered in armor and brandishing crude weapons. A walking demolition for as far as the eye could see. The soldiers were a mor

You didn't even dare say that when I grabbed you by the head and threw your filthy corpse into the abyss. Chaos Marine laughed. It was not a pleasant laugh, Ragnar thought. He was too sneering and too confident. No warrior could laugh like that when facing a horde of space wolves. The warrior in blue and gold armor seemed to read his mind. “Only you and your jumping puppy could not stand it. 'Aren't they? The smallest of these Bloody Cloths is better than you, true warrior, oath-breaker.' Hengist bounced off the polished floor of the Temple of Chaos.

Meanwhile, the Saffronesians mercilessly killed those around them, only to be stopped by Frost Peony! Mixulla looked at Chad and said, "He's the sword's owner. Kill him first, then kill the others!" In an instant, all the Saffronesians focused on Chad, with Sten being the first to move. Sten's chest wound had completely healed, and he lunged at Chad with the short sword. "Divino style—Apocalypse!" Chad grinned, activating Immortal Unity and cursing, "Go to hell, you little demon!" Boom! He unleashed Sir Lawson's Mountain Fists, sending out an invisible wave of fist force. The sudden change caught everyone off guard.

Lexi whispered as those rich chocolate eyes bored into me, but I just grinned as we all turned our attention to the now fully open gate in front of him. "Either way, you have to admit that it's a damn good feeling to know that's on our side, but at the same time, think about it. That weapon honestly makes the most sense for him. Not only are those braces straight metal, but the hilts of his swords aren't wrapped with leather or anything either, they're both pure crafted metal. To that point, all of his weaponry is. It's all conductive, and the chains give him extra reach while still connecting everything to his hands." I whispered, quickly working through it. It was honestly genius for him.