Corrupted Chaos Shain Rose Epub Novels & Stories

Jericho stated, straightening up. "Chaos." Rose finally answered, sighing heavily. Jericho nodded morosely, "We shouldn’t give up then. We need to finish the ritual as soon as possible. Here, let me at least bandage your wounds to help them heal---Ow." Jericho had reached out a hand to touch her shoulder but burned himself in the process. "Are you insane? Did you not see flames on my body earlier? How stupid are you?" Rose snapped, but her hands were gentle as she took his. Not knowing what to do with the damage, she started to blow on it.

“Stay with us. Breathe.” Lyra softened her touch. “He’s fighting it. The corruption is alive. It knows we are here.” Azeriel stepped closer. “Do you need me to anchor him.” “Not yet,” Rowan said. “But be ready.” Rowan pushed deeper into the swell of unstable energy. It didn’t feel like normal northern fire. It felt stretched and torn, as if someone twisted the flame into something it was never meant to be. She pulled at it carefully. The corruption snapped back like a whip, sending a violent jolt through the scout’s arm.

The purified shard pulses gently in the Child’s trembling hand, its light clean, serene, and terrifying in its latent power. The Council observers stare, frozen, null-rods half-raised, faces masks of disbelief and fear. The Child looks from the paralyzed Archivist to the shard, to me. The cosmic chill is gone. Only shock remains. And a dawning, terrible understanding. They clutch the purified shard, the light reflecting in their wide, vulnerable eyes. I sway, the backlash of channeled chaos and absorbed corruption a physical blow. The Hierarch’s trapped essence shrieks in furious protest. The Alpha paces, restless. Kieran is silent. The land weeps.

“But remember, whatever you write becomes truth.” She took it, Hands shaking It was warm, Pulsing, Alive, And as soon as her fingers touched it, The expanse around her began to fracture. A storm of memories swirled, Ashen’s laugh. Kael’s betrayal. Liolai’s eyes, wide with trust. The blade, the crown, the price of being both mother and monster, She opened the book, Her hand hovered over the page, But before she could write, The world screamed. The Reader stumbled backward.

*"Maybe some corner of me still loves him. And that's the most frightening truth of all." She shut the journal and exhaled. Maybe healing didn't come in swooping motions. Maybe it came in daisies, in notebooks, in quiet being observed. And maybe, just maybe, Killian Thorne was transforming as well.

“You left us to fight your battle, Elana. The mess you created. And because of it, everyone is worse off.” Claire shoved me, pushing my shoulders back. I stumbled, overcome with her supernatural strength. Her chest heaved from her barely contained anger. I saw her eyes darken considerably and knew she was on the verge of loosing control. “You coward! This was all your fault! All of it! Gosh, why did you even have to run into that stupid building! If you would have just left me alone that day, none of this would have happened!”

A few days later. Rose had significantly recovered from her trauma thanks to Matthew. Now she was sitting in the library, reading books as she usually would on a normal day. The book she was reading was titled: King of Chaos, The Scarlett King. The contents were about the characteristics of Leviticus Scarlett, his life story, his uprising and his end. Details including his family and empire were also written. Rose had the past few days learning about it. The door squeaked open and Matthew entered the library. He looked at the wall where the paint was not really matching in colour to the rest of it. Then he walked towards the table where Rose was sitting.

I turned around in confusion and saw her lying on the ground. What the fuck? I stood there frozen as I couldn't believe the sight in front of me. No, this must be a dream. A bad fucking dream! Not another accident! I fell to the ground staring at her in shock as blood started dripping down from her head. People started to crowd around her and I came out of my daze, crawling towards her. Tears started flowing down my cheeks automatically. Fuck, why did she have to follow me? “Rebecca, open your eyes.” I patted her cheeks as I saw her eyes closing. She must stay awake. I can't lose her like I lost my brother.

Chapter 97 – The Book She Wrote The house was quiet again, but this time it was the kind of quiet that hummed with purpose. The kind of quiet that filled the room with possibilities rather than emptiness. I sat at my desk, pen in hand, notebook open, staring at the blank page for a long time before writing the first words. “Shattered Vows,” I whispered to myself. The title alone made my chest tighten, a reminder of everything I had lived through—the love, the lies, the heartbreak, the forgiveness, and the slow, painstaking rebuilding of myself.

Dawn says calmly as she soothes my back. But I can’t. I can’t breathe. My chest tightens. My lungs seize. I wheeze, sucking in quick gasps that don’t reach deep enough. My ears ring. My skin is cold. Everything tilts sideways. It’s like my body is here, but the rest of me is floating just above it, watching from some detached place. I can feel the surrounding panic rising like steam. But inside, everything is still. Empty. Broken. I am standing inside the ruins of a dream. The tears don’t come. Not yet. What comes first is a stillness so sharp it cuts me open. I thought he loved me. I really, truly thought he was the one.