Custom Hero Chaos Novels & Stories

I did not need him reminding me the reason I was here, wearing these hideous clothes and pretending to be who I definitely was not. “Jesus Christ Charles! Give me a break, I know what I’m doing!” I said. I slipped on the glasses I managed to find admis the chaos that was currently my suitcase and straightened up. I didn’t need the glasses, but it was going to help conceal any form of recognition. It’s not like they would know what I looked like twenty years after they killed me. “I just don’t want you to screw this up, I know how much this means to you. It’s been years since you saw them, you might still have a place in your heart for them…”

One Beowulf might have not been a problem, I'd had just about enough left ine to scare or wound it, but then it howled and from the corner of my eye I spotted two more appear from caves, and amidst the snowing, I spotted the dull shimmer of frozen bones it was clear, this was an ambush. All four beasts growled in unison, venomous drool dripping from their slavering maw, hissing as it hit the snow evaporating it into steam. I summoned as much energy and induced as fear as I could, a fragment of my bloodlust should have sent the running but they stood menacingly to show how tapped out I was. "Let me help," Chaos whispered in my head and I couldn't picture a gruesome face grinning. “Your magic

Zane’s face twisted into that cruel smile. It is beyond fucking creepy… "As her final act before imprisonment, Eris mixed her own divine blood with concentrated chaos.” Selene continues. "She created Khaíros. A demigod who could change identities and infiltrate kingdoms.” Zane waves Selene along again. "Yes, my ancestor held the line, but he could only absorb so much.” Zane says. “Right. Diana knew that if things continued that way, eventually the Golden Shield would fail." The room feels impossibly still.

"Don't tell my parents I let you catch me. Tell them I fought you. Also, tell them I was wearing shoes. It'll break my mum if she knew I died barefoot." He chuckled and a little drop of humour flashed in his dark orbs. "Duly noted." And the world went black forever. Adrianne's POV I was about to continue walking when someone's hand closed over my arm. Thankfully, I had fast reflexes and I yanked my hand away and was about to bolt when the person spoke in a very soft voice. "Don't run! I'm not going to hurt you." uh-huh I silently said sarcastically. I paused and even though it killed me, I stared at the stranger's face. He was raven haired, had piecing black eyes and was dressed in all black

I went closer and bent to her level. "Hello," I smiled so that she wouldn't be scared of me. "Hi," she said in a cute voice, making my heart melt in an instant. She was so damn cute. "I'm so sorry that she is late on her first day, we were searching for her favorite socks and ran out of time," I heard a deep voice from above me and looked up to find a guy around my age with messy brown hair that looked so sexy and he was wearing a fitted white t-shirt and cargo pants. I quickly stood up and meet his gaze which was a beautiful shade of blue. He had high cheekbones, full plump lips and a hint of a beard. I realized that I was staring at him for a long time and looked down at the kid.

Picking up a ridiculous hat from the sand similar to those he had seen on sailors and pulling the brim over his eyes, Chaos took a step towards the girl. At the sight of him, her distant gaze came to life, she peered into his appearance and suddenly backed away in fright. Catching up with her on the steps, Chaos realiыed that Nocté wasn’t afraid of him, but of the human form that he assumed, putting on that misery outfit. Even on the Cliff, something changed in newt’s thoughts, but he didn’t attach any importance to it, trying not to delve into his feelings. “She’s an exile, a traitor,” Chaos reminded himself, squeezing the fragile girlish shoulders in his gloved hands, experiencing a mixtur

Lucien listened to me, nodding in agreement. My mate is the prophesized white dragon. The champion of the nightcrawlers. There’s no mistaking it. That is why she has those purple eyes. It’s a sign of royalty and she comes from the dragon shifters bloodline. The white hair signals the color of her dragon, and she doesn’t realize this but her every time she releases her aura I break off a sweat. “But what about the nightcrawlers? This still doesn’t make any sense…” Jared muttered, cinching his eyebrows.

Even if he was talking to just a projection of his brother out of his memories, Jinx couldn't bear to tell him that everything he loved was now just a black scorch mark in a field. "I want to know who you are." Albert stepped back and the scene changed again. The toy plane that had been in Jinx's paws disappeared and became a real flyable plane. "And I want you to understand your unbelievable power. As Chaos, you could bring that barn back with everything in it, safely resurrected anywhere in the world with nothing more than a thought, if you so chose. Even this quest is shaped by you. Your hopes. Your terrors."

The Mahan people better have an idea on what women could do when they are displeased. ''Too many questions, but it will be left unanswered,'' was the darkness' reply. Strange thing was, Chaos couldn't discern if it was a man or a woman. Was it part of their magic, too? ''Stand there quietly like a proper target and let us have your heads.'' Chaos scoffed at their taunt. It was nothing. It had no impact. He didn't feel scared at all. ''Come at us, then, cowards,” he challenged. The blades came. If that would mean that the enemy has no more arrows, that would be perfect. He and Carysse have no problems dealing with melee attacks.

All with different curves, sizes and skin tones. I almost rolled my eyes. “Hello, Mother,” “Don’t just stand there and give me a cold greeting. Come to mother,” she smiled, stretching her arms for an embrace. I hesitated. It was very hard to say no to her. She always got what she wanted. Sometimes, she forgot that I wasn’t the little, innocent boy she raised anymore. I am Chaos, the man who brings death to anyone in his path. A scourge that burns through packs and leaves only ashes behind. Wherever I walk, nothing was left standing.