Corrupted Chaos Shain Rose Novels & Stories

Through the bond, I feel his confusion matching mine. "Tell me," I say to Cassia. "Tell me everything." She takes a shaky breath. "There's a prophecy, older than the Shattering itself. It speaks of two souls—one touched by dreams, one cursed by blood—who would find each other across lifetimes. Who would bond and transform and become... something new. Something that could either restore the Mother or shatter what little remains of her." My blood runs cold. "Restore the Mother? The deity who was torn apart during the Shattering?"

she wanted to know, but his hand was slowly sliding up her thigh, and she wasn't sure it was really all that important anymore. "You're the first person I ever exchanged blood with," he said. "Paoli's first blood exchange was with a girl a few years ago. It was to seal a pact he made with her. Now that it's time to collect on their deal, he can't track her for some reason." His hand slid up her ribcage and cupped the underside of her breast. "Why would that be?" she asked, her voice husky and low as her interest in the conversation quickly waned.

she whispered. “Looks like a trap to me,” Forty-Nine pointed out. “No… I hear… voices. Up there. I’m wondering if they’ve pulled everyone to the surface for the fight.” “Too convenient…” Forty-one’s voice trailed off as her face turned white. A hand pressed to her face. She pointed a finger. We looked. In the shadows across the corridor junction, we could see something hanging from the wall. A mangled human body. From the blue shirt, we could guess, and it wasn’t a hard guess. We’d found Forty-Eight. What was left of him.

Damn if he wasn't confused. †† Shay Morrigan She found herself floating in a miasma of darkness, she could faintly hear the echoes of Shawn's voice as his magic desperately tried to reach out to her, but the darkness pulled her under, drowning her in it's depths, draining her of her strength until she could struggle no longer.

While Bo has a shining white head free of even a single strand of hair and a short thin (mostly gray) facial hair and smells like golden spice. Gray is standing on the left side of a semicircle made up of him, Cordelia and Bo, with cordelia being in the middle, a few yards just ahead of us. Gray’s holding a long thick metal link chain in his hands, conversing with the two. Iselyn and I stop a few feet away, just close enough to alert them to our presence and hear the conversation.

In a matter of time, the people at the cafe broke into whispers and mumbling. "Oh my God!", Hannah whisper-yelled. " Aiden Walters is back!" I saw him exit Blossombee taking one last look at me. "Who is he?", I asked Hannah, digging into my pancakes again. She looked at me with a serious expression and spoke " He is bad news, Haven. Aiden Walters is a part of Chains and Smokes- one of the most dangerous gangs in this town. Nobody in this town dares to even cross paths with him. He has a temper and it got him into trouble so many times. He almost killed Ryder, a member of his rival group. Four months back, he fled somewhere for some unknown reason. Nobody knows where he went or why. Now that

But all I got was the blurred image of a wedding dress whipping around my legs as I ran. Ran from what? Or who? Liam shifted, his voice careful. "Sara, you're not making any sense." I let out a bitter laugh. "You think I don't know that?" I lifted my head, my eyes stinging. "I don't even know who I am, Liam. I don't know anything. And now, I-I have these flashes, these memories that don't fit together, and it's like they're taunting me. Why... why can't I remember?

As she contemplated this, another message window appeared; [ALERT; YOU HAVE SYNTHESIZED THE SKILL: MOLECULAR TRANSMUTATION WITH THE SKILL; BLOOD CONTROL! UPDATING PHANTASM! YOUR BLOOD HAS NOW CHANGED INTO A FORM OF PLASMA-LIKE ENERGY! YOUR BOND TO ALTERNATE SPACE: CRIMSON VOID HAS BEEN ENHANCED!] [ERROR! YOU HAVE NOT MET THE NECESSARY CONDITIONS TO ACCESS FULL CAPABILITIES!] ***

The robot looked up at me with one remaining fake eye. “Princess,” it repeated mechanically. I shoved the shotgun directly into its mouth. “You should have picked a less creepy nickname.” BOOM. Its entire head exploded apart. Silence. Heavy breathing filled the destroyed restaurant while smoke drifted through the air slowly. Bodies everywhere. Blood everywhere. Broken glass. Bullet holes. Absolute chaos. And in the middle of it… Rico was gone. That coward escaped during the madness. I lowered the shotgun slowly, my chest rising heavily while adrenaline still burned through my body.