Custom Hero Chaos Novels & Stories

She pulled the container out of her bag. “My miscarriage isn’t normal. Someone has been using this evacuation pills on me.” She wasn’t a hundred percent sure, but it was the only explanation that made sense. She shoved the medicine in his face. Not knowing what to expect. “Draven, this means I can give you an heir. I am Luna. It’s my right.” She bit. She sounded like a pathetic desperate bitch. But that was all her brain could think of. But Draven didn’t say a word.

"I don't want to say it again. Tsk, you deaf? " "Freak you, Xeenalah! What's the codename again? " "H... " "A letter? " "Uhm, I'm not sure. Maybe some symbol from elements… " "Or initial… " She added. "Maybe or I don't know. " "Good thing you said that to me. Freyia's have the same blood as ours but we don't know anything. We can't trust that much anyone now. You know, pain change people, " Celestina said.

This wasn't what I signed for when we became friends. “Don’t worry, the new designer will find a way to fix a chandelier in your kitchen,” I tried to comfort her. “Perhaps, Deborah can help you find one.” “Deborah is too busy locking down the deal to get that beauty. The car will change her entire life.” Uh …how? Never mind. I was beginning to question the kind of friends I kept. Stella left a while later and I was alone again. Thankfully. Aidan called and had some good news for me. Real good news! Somehow, he had gotten into touch with the owners of the farm and had learnt a few things— after greasing their palms, of course.

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He slowly turned his head to look at Carl, who stood to the side. His nose twitched slightly as a familiar aura, etched into his soul and bones, surged in through his nostrils, instantly overwhelming the primordial source of Chaos's raw desire for destruction. That aura was clear, vast, and supreme, like the rules of the heavens above the firmament, like the fundamental order governing all things. It was the aura of the Master he had followed for countless eras and awaited through billions of years of slumber. He was Chaos, one of the divine beasts born at the opening of the primordial world, destined to bear the heavens and serve as their mount. And within the seemingly ordinary young man C

"We’re pinned!" Lucas looked down at Ariana. She was slipping away, the anaphylaxis shutting her down completely. A dark, ancient fury settled over his features. These people were too arrogant; he had to show them that Lucas Hill was not someone they could mess with and go scot-free. He reached into the hidden compartment and made the call. These were his elite—men trained in the dark, ghostly shadows of the underworld. "This is Sovereign," Lucas said, his voice a frequency of pure death. "Initiate Shadow Protocol. Clear the bridge. Extreme prejudice."

He smiled triumphantly, "Please accept this Stardust Wine, Great Entity. May it remind you of the good times and afford you a good dream tonight." The blue flame flared and consumed the glass whole. The cool voice of the System then said, "Offering accepted. Player Cassian may make one wish." Cassians' eyes lit up in excitement as he quickly said, "I wish for immunity from damage from Morpheus and the right to independent movement around the game world." "As you wish." A golden halo hovered around Cassian, projecting a radiance that shrouded Cassian's body before disappearing without a trace. He laughed gleefully in turn, as if he wouldn't face any obstruction by the System.

Nick added. Madchen lowered her head in embarrassment, knowing everyone knew her deepest darkest secrets. “You have nothing to be ashamed of,” Drago still had her face in her hands, “You survived, pure as the day you were born, stronger than you know. Somehow you shielded yourself, Madchen, tell me that isn’t magic, it may not be sparks flying from your fingers, but it is magic, nonetheless.” ‘My son is right,” Adriana agreed, “ I think you only needed love and encouragement to heal yourself the other night.”

Then Chris leaped in the way. Chris was bound and determined to be the one to save Anya. The tentacle made direct contact, but didn't smash him like he had expected. It past into him. Then he heard Its voice very clearly. Somewhere between a whisper and a roar, It made him promises. Give into It, and Chaos would grant him everything. Even as his left eye filled with blood, Chris couldn't help but listen to it. It promised him peace . . . love . . . fame and fortune. Then, it promised him Anya. The object of his infatuation would have eyes only for the wereboar. And for a moment, Chris wanted that. And that was all the time that Chaos needed.

I couldn't tell where my shaking stopped and theirs began. He landed, tucking his wings in tight to his body, his tail swinging around and settling in front of his forelegs. He had talons on his tail too. Three to be exact, three deadly spikes. His roar shook the ground, and we cringed. The pulsing waves of magic made it difficult to stand. I'd never felt magic, but something inborn, deep inside of me, knew it for what it was. I looked sideways at Chersa. Her head tipped downward, tears streaming from her eyes.