Novel & Cerita Cold Steel Chaos

Only rows of in flowing White dressed warriors with glass spears, the rusty gates the Megacity marched. I lay flat on the belly in the dirt of an old, dried-out sewer, about fifty meters in front of the city gate. The stench of rotten iron hung hard in my nose. Next to me, Silas cheered, his face bleached, his hands tightly around a cloby, hastily joint-welded switch panel clamped. from us, hidden under old, camouflaged plans, our masterpiece lay: The Chaos Disruptor. He consisted of four gigantic warning vessels coupled to a rusty steam boiler and a mountain

Alpha River asked after a moment of silence “Oh… after everything I have said, you ask me about my hair? Talk about daftness. Well my hair and say new look is as a result of your unfaithfulness. The pain was too much and my system went into overload. I’m as cold inside as I am outside. Just as cold as when you touched me on the hospital bed and it’s all your fault. All my emotions are dead and gone so don’t try to apologize or appeal to my softer side when things start getting rocky because that part is gone. I was cold then and will remain cold till the rest of my life on earth and you have no idea what it came with. But too much talking, I will just surprise you and I am so going to enjoy

FLASHBACK — HELL, MINUTES BEFORE The battle reached a fever pitch as Luna, her eyes blazing with fury, unleashed a spear of moonlight that pierced through the chaos, aimed straight at Allistair. The missile hissing through the air made its way, its ethereal light a stark contrast to the darkness of Hell. Allistair, no longer constrained by the Seraphim sigils, absorbed the attack with ease. His Chaos surged, transmuting the celestial energy into something far more potent. With a flick of his wrist, he returned the assault a thousand times stronger, sending a wave of raw, unbridled power crashing back toward Luna.

I watched as the man standing before me shivered in pleasure, his whole body trembling as a soft light merged with his skin. The whole interaction lasted less than thirty seconds, and I was free. “Elliot Lakin, it’s nice to own you. The name's Chaos,” Chaos outstretched his arm, gripping my hand, and pulling me to my feet. “Yeah. There were seven others to choose from, but something about Chaos spoke to me. It’s as if he chose me without knowing it. He’d told me once that we were compatible. The transaction wouldn’t work if we didn’t mesh. I suppose he was right,” I huffed, knowing that if he could hear me right now, he’d be staring at me with a smug ass grin on his face.

Our waitress comes to our table in a short amount of time, placing two glasses of water on our table and handing us two menus. We order cheese sticks for appetizers, and I order Chateau Lafite 1787 for drinks which is vintage Red wine, one of my favorites, and we also order Lasagna and chicken marsala for our main course and chocolate covered cheesecake for dessert, at least she did. We eat and talk about the simplest of things. I tell her that I'm the owner of the St. Black Worldwide Steel Industry and a few small businesses like clubs, restaurants, and more, which essentially made me a millionaire. We talk about my younger sister, Marsha, who just like Lesha is taking a year break from sc

"Arson is intense, but I've been friends with him since junior high when he pulled my ponytail for pulling him to the ground. He is a cuddly teddy bear underneath all that attitude." Storm sighs, "If you say so, Cactus." He shakes his head in disapproval mumbling at how he isn't so sure. "You know Jen, JT, and I are here if you need us. Think of us as your weapons if you need us to be." He walks off to the tack room before I can respond to him so I walk to the stair at the back of the barn and up the loft. 'Storm can think what he likes, but I know how to handle Chaos.' Chaos is the weapon I've been able to wield for the majority of my life.