Corrupted Chaos Shain Rose Series Novels & Stories

🖤 Jacob 🖤 I had a shitty day. Actually no. Shitty was too soft of a word for the disaster currently happening inside my life. Rico’s empire mysteriously burning down across America. My psychotic sister disappearing from a psychiatric hospital like some criminal magician. My grandfather casually defending psychological warfare over morning coffee. Coming home tonight wasn’t even part of my plan originally. I only came back because I needed weapons from the basement after Jack found possible movement connected to Stella near one of the abandoned Grey properties downtown.

“You're not one to break your promises aren't you? Your oath? Staying true to the conditions of a lost bet? I could go on and on.” “Fine!” She turned around and stormed off, slamming the door and making me chuckle lightly. It was fun tiling her up. My smile vanished just as quickly as my mind went back to the guy in the dungeons. It still didn't seem right. Darius had never met Rora so what would he benefit if she was gone? Of course he must have heard of her considering her unique standpoint in the werewolf community but what would he gain? I looked around and something caught my eye on the shelves.

Just the curtain billowing with the wind. I approached carefully, heart racing, and moved to lock the window. As I lowered the frame, I caught shadows in the glass reflection behind me. I jerked in shock, my eyes widening as hot breaths brushed my back. “What is this?” I asked, backing into the wall as he leaned closer, hands planted on either side of me, trapping me within his grasp. “I want to know what you are,” Cameron said, his two partners flanking him. “I want to unravel the mystery of Caitlyn Shoor.”

"This battle is. But Evangeline was right about one thing: the cycle will continue. Light and dark, balance and chaos...it's the nature of existence." Sebastian approached, his ancient eyes assessing the crown still cradled in my hands. "The Royal bloodlines have fulfilled their purpose for this generation," he observed. "The Harmony Crown has been restored, and with it, the proper flow of supernatural energies." I looked around at the transformed battlefield. Where corruption and death had reigned minutes before, now Moon Roses bloomed in expanding circles. Nightshade's followers—those who had survived—stood in confused clusters, the compulsions that had bound them to her service broken wit

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.

“What did you see?” Sharon looked at him. “I saw myself,” Daniel went pale. Victoria whispered, “No…” Sharon turned to look at her “What?” Victoria took a step back. “The third reborn,” Sharon’s heart pounded, “You said there were three of us.” Victoria nodded. “We thought the third one was dead,” A slow smile curled on the screen at the end of the corridor. Evelyn Hart’s face appeared again, but this time she wasn’t alone. A woman appeared next to her. This woman had Sharon’s face.

Hopping the answer would be yes, I flipped to the introduction, the much-needed hope fluttering in my chest as I read. “From their temple origins to their violent renaissance in the Bloody War that birthed Henosis, Crowns of Shame have a complex past mixed with hope and cruelty alike. Despite its variety of intents and shapes, one thing remains the same throughout its history: the scar-tissue that defines it.” I flipped through the book, deterred by the word “scar-tissue”. I stopped at a page with a grotesque image of a man on his knees as someone carved a line across his forehead.

"That's what allies do." We made our way to the throne room together, Lyra's hand finding mine briefly in the corridor. A small gesture, but it felt significant. Like something had shifted between us. Not quite friendship, but closer to it than we'd been. The throne room was packed with advisors, military commanders, and scholars. All of them looked grim. "Report," Lyra commanded, her voice steady despite everything. One of the scholars stepped forward. "Princess, we've been studying the Shard. The corruption spreading through the forest... it's because the Shard has been separated from Kael. Without his will to direct it, the shadow magic is running wild."

"Tomorrow. The anniversary. Twenty years exactly since you killed Amaya. Vesna will be at your sister's grave. She goes every year. It's the only human thing left in her—grieving for a mother who never learned to love her back." The corruption finally took Hesh completely. His body collapsed into something that wasn't solid or liquid but wrong, spreading across the floor like oil that screamed. Derek pulled us all back as it reached for anything living, anything it could contaminate. "Burn it," Rose whispered. "Please, Mom. Don't let it suffer anymore." My phoenix fire erupted, but when it touched the corruption, something impossible happened. The corruption ate it. Fed on it. Grew stronger.

Rose lay there, her body twisted, her throat torn open, her once-bright eyes staring lifelessly at the ceiling. “No,” I whispered, my voice hoarse, but the denial rang hollow even to my own ears. The maid fled, her cries echoing through the castle as I sank to my knees beside Rose’s body. I reached for her, but the shadows surged, wrapping around my hands, forbidding me from touching her. I couldn’t remember what had happened. The shadows had taken over, erasing everything. I didn’t know if it was me or the curse, but the guilt was the same.