Cold Steel Chaos Novels & Stories

It slammed into Sam head-on, and the two of them tore into each other. On one side stood the awakened Chaos. He was wild, primal, and formless, with no technique or restraint. There was only pure unstoppable force bearing down on everything under heaven.

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.”

He cried. A wicked deep voice echoed from behind him. “Nonsense, Albian...” Albian turned, the wicked voice alive with laughter and glee. A hooded figure stood before him, completely covered. His skeletal hands and burning balls of hatred from beneath his hood were all that could be seen. He advanced like smoke upon a lake; slowly and effortlessly, coming to devour you. His voice, low and purposeful, triggered chills up your spine. “You're just in time. The festivities are just beginning.”

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.

They moved faster and hit harder than anything Maya had seen. “Kill the friends,” Aris commanded. “Bring me the Queen.” Chaos exploded. Julian fired his rifle, but bullets just disappeared into those liquid metal bodies. David and Toby shoved a heavy crystal crate in the way, but a soldier smashed through it like it was nothing. Maya felt a scream rising in her chest. She stared at her mother’s silhouette. “Help us! Please!” She didn’t use ice. Didn’t use fire. She did something else—something more dangerous. She reached into the gold crystal, pushed her mind into the network. She connected to every crystal, every shadowed creature, and the soul of the woman frozen in front of her.

My vision swam with dizzying black spots, and my heart hammered wildly. I could feel that I was dying… which meant that the life-or-death condition was met. Panicking, I reached out my trembling hand, snatching the pendant around Lucas’ neck. "Switch." I choked out through the blood filling my throat. "Switch back.” We waited. One second passed… then two seconds… then three. But nothing happened.