Cold Steel Chaos Romane & Geschichten

"What does that mean?" "It means..." She looked toward Savannah. "...only those the Temple calls may continue." Another deep vibration rolled through the chamber. Then silver light spread across the floor. Lines appeared beneath everyone's feet. At first they seemed random. Then they connected. A giant wolf crest formed beneath Savannah alone. Everyone else stood outside it. The old woman whispered, "It chose." Back below... The armored figures attacked without warning. The first spear shot forward like lightning. Grayson knocked it aside with his sword. Steel screamed against ancient metal. The impact numbed his entire arm.

It was a flawless, premium aesthetic born of pure, apocalyptic physics. "The Obsidian Chassis," Cord rumbled, wiping a streak of freezing sweat from his brow. "It is entirely empty, Architect. It has no power source." "It doesn't need one," I said softly, stepping up to the rack. I stripped off my heavy coat and my tunic, standing bare-chested in the freezing foundry. My torso and arms were heavily scarred, the permanently cooked iron veins pulsing with a faint, erratic purple rhythm—the physical cost of the wars I had waged from the backlines.

“R-Re...demp...tion, nev--er ca-ca...me” Then everything went black. ***

Blood darkens the dirt beneath it. Two civilians, a man and a woman, are pressed against the bank like they’re trying to melt into the earth. The man’s hands are up. The woman is shaking so hard her teeth rattle. A bolt thunks into the ground near Chaos’s hoof. Silver-tipped. Chaos jerks back, snorting, but he doesn’t bolt. I don’t duck. I smile. “All right,” I call out, voice carrying, casual as a tavern brawl. “That’s your one free shot. Now come out so I can kill you properly.”

Thinking this, Mystic Vale curled his lips into a sinister smile once more and secretly transmitted orders to his subordinates behind him, telling them to lie low and prepare to act at any time. At the center of the battlefield, Elijah saw his punch blocked and was completely enraged. The primordial source of Chaos churned madly as the mist around him surged violently, transforming into a towering chaotic tide that engulfed the entire world. His left eye was chaos like mist, his right eye black as an abyss. Only pure destructive instinct remained in his pupils. He abruptly withdrew his fist and advanced instead of retreating, stamping heavily as the shattered stone platform shook again. Coun

All three men lay on the floor dead, their bodies torsioned and twisted in grotesque unnerving manners, the servant who had brought them sat in his corner clutching himself hard, vaguely whispering indecipherable words as his glazed over eyes looked onto nothingness. "Yessss," Chaos's voice slithered into my head. "See what we could do, how much we can and will destroy, I am yours, you have to be mine, all you have to do is give in." "No!" I yell clutching myself. "Never, never!" The sly laugh echoed off in my head as it faded off into its nothingness, its suffocating grip on my mind receding. "Stubborn," it mused between the laughs. "So stubborn, don't worry, you have all the time in the wo

BOOOOM! The five hundred year old pure Chi energy shield shattered into smithereens in three seconds under the onslaught of Chloe Vanguard's trillion dollar capitalist capital. Hundreds of Obsidian Fang hybrids, now fully funded by Vanguard, barged in with thousands of elite troops of pure European wolves led directly by pure Alexander Sterling!

Trix refused to roll her eyes at the obvious displeasure his voice held. Rexus was Sapphire born and despised Crimsons. More importantly he was a cold blooded killer, who took pride in his kill. The Crimson Princess and a few Crimson Knights would surely boost his fame and the stench of fear that would go well with his name. He gently took the princess’s soft hand in his rugged palms and kissed it. Her personal guards tensed, their leather coated hands on the hilt of their swords. Trix watch the exchange with curiosity, in a strange way wishing that they would start a fight. Her wish came through when Rexus slipped a ring from the princess’s hand and the sound of metal scraping against metal

Then blackness. Shit. I finally come to the realization that I was taken. I test my body for injury, but find only old scars and working limbs. I feel no pain, but I cannot escape the icy bite of the marble. I look around for my bag and I find it thrown in a corner of the tomb I have found myself in. I remove the clothes and dress myself in layers. I warm myself enough to stop shaking and I find myself fatigued from my shivers.