Cold Steel Chaos Novels & Stories

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.

The metallic object clattered against the floor, rolling a few inches before stopping dead center in the shop, emitting an unmistakable sound that froze the blood of anyone who recognized the threat. “Run!” Tommaso roared, his voice overpowering the sobs and screams of the women. The saleswomen behind the counter bolted toward the stockroom door, stumbling over their feet in their frantic scramble to escape, while Seraphina remained frozen, paralyzed, unable to move. In a split second, Tommaso launched himself at her, shoving her to the ground and shielding her body with his own. The explosion rocked the boutique, sending shrapnel flying in every direction, filling the air with a thick cloud

Pia said rolling her eyes. “Come! Come and give me your sweet hugs. I missed them.” He said opening his arms. Who is this guy? Did he run away from some mental hospital? Many questions flowed through my mind and in the mean time I didn’t saw Nikhila and Pia reaching them. Nikhila hugged this weird guy and Pia hugged the other but not before slapping this weird guy’s shoulder. “Does Ice queen still have daggers or she changed after getting married?” He asked looking at Pia.

The sound rips out of me. “That’s it.” He groans. “Just my name.” He moves. Slow at first. Deep. Controlled. Like he owns every inch of me. Like he’s carving himself into me from the inside. Claiming. Branding. My body stretches for him, takes him, memorizes him. C-H-A-S-E. Over and over. Like he’s writing himself into me. He tears the shirt from my body, binds my arms behind me, and the helplessness, the control, it sends heat crashing through me.

Charlotte woke up the next morning feeling like her body had been plugged into two different power sources; one charging her and one draining her at the same time. The adrenaline from yesterday’s chaos had faded, leaving behind a mix of exhaustion and clarity. She moved through her small apartment slowly, brushing her teeth, pulling her blonde hair into a sleek bun, and slipping on her usual soft-colored blouse. Her reflection stared back at her: steady eyes, calm face. One more day, she told herself.

Not because I couldn’t but because I didn’t want to. Do you know how disturbing that is for someone like me? I feel like my entire personality folder got corrupted. Luca keeps calling it “character development,” like he’s personally responsible for this emotional glow-up. Sofia pats my cheek sympathetically and tells me heartbreak builds empathy. Empathy. No thank you. But then something shifts in the air. Like a disturbance in the force. Like the universe whispering, Heads up, King — chaos is coming. So I finally look up and see an eight-year-old girl annihilate my front display like she’s reenacting Fast & Furious: Bookstore Drift.