Danian Chaotic Novels & Stories

“We can help! We can guide it!” Arianna knelt, scribbling diagrams in her notebook. “If we adjust the angles and focus the energy flow, we can stabilize the anomalies!” Arian, pacing, muttered calculations like a mad scientist. “Chaos index rising—probabilities shifting—stabilization required immediately!” Cassian, flopped on a fallen log, whispered dramatically, “…I am emotionally unqualified for this, but I am fully invested. And also terrified. Also… crying silently. Beautiful chaos!”

With a sigh Dannie let the music lull her to sleep. She found herself in another nightmare, this time she was back on Iztal, but before it’d died. It was a place of pure energy, ebbing and flowing, like a living and breathing version of Van Gogh’s Starry Night. There was a sense of harmony and peace in the currents of Iztal that was beyond beautiful. At first, Dannie didn’t notice, but the deabru streaked through the ebbs and flows, slowly the harmony and peace turned to chaos and disruption, like a snake’s venom through its victim.

Maria, who had been watching this spectacle, was utterly stunned. Danial burst into his room, breathing in heavy gasps. He was still in shock from managing to produce fire on his first try. "Was it a fluke?" he wondered, eager to test himself again. He stretched out his hand and uttered, "Fire." Instantly, a small spark ignited, growing into a fireball. With a swift motion, Danial closed his fist, extinguishing the flame. Overcome with excitement, he dramatically jumped on his bed and exclaimed, "This is the start of my journey! The journey to find answers and become the strongest in the world!" He stretched his arm towards the ceiling, feeling a surge of determination. At that moment, Pavan

Zara commented taking a sip of her beer. "True," Darian agreed. Darian was the oldest of the bunch being, 18. Zara and Marcus was 17. Jordan and Trix were 16. The twins who were no were in sight were also 16. They all had met each other a year ago when they helped each other out of a bunch of sticky situations. "Yeah, well I don't want to have to deal with my parents, if the school calls." "20,000 words in one night, that's not exactly a walk in the park," Darian stated.

“Hey Ransom, were you someone’s bitch?” A peal of ominous laughter escapes Ransom’s throat. This might get bloody. “Oh no, Julia. I made every man in my block MY BITCH.” His voice goes from being humored, to lethal. “Julia, Carley isn’t a whore. She is just the only girl worthy of being the Chaos Queen.” He tuts her but doesn’t leave his seat. Ransom is unstable and unpredictable on his best day thanks to his sperm donor.

I was not failing my pack. My eyes glowed darkly and I let my wolf take control. The power surged in me and I hauled before I fell. My wolf Shadow landed with a thud on its paws. My wolf could sense that she did not expect this resistance. She was whispering something that my wolf shook. 'Wolves of the Black Dessert Moon will not surrender.' Chaos broke loose. My wolf was unhinged and out for her blood. Her wavering cause madness from the pack. Her hold on them was broken. She stumbled back and whispered, but my wolf would not stop.

“It’s us! That’s me in the middle, and you—and him! Pancake guy!” Alli’s throat caught. She took the paper, studying it. It was chaos, really. Wild scribbles. Wavy lines. No real sense of proportion. But she knew instantly who was who. Three stick figures: the tallest one with blonde hair and what looked like a beard and motor oil stains on his shirt; the shortest with impossibly long arms and pancake wheels beneath his feet; and her—with what appeared to be coffee in one hand and a heart drawn between her and Johnny’s stick figure in crayon red.

"So you agree that both techniques are the same?" She took a deep breath this time, "No! There is much more to that. Actually, You might call me a fool, but I feel like This Chaos Sequence is incomplete. There are instances in the technique that have been over-simplified so that the user's brain doesn get fried during the execution of patterns. The Chaos Sequence is kind of like a derivative, if you ask me."

--- Xyna “THE mechanics of the game will draw names out of this box, of course it's our names. Whoever name you saw written in the paper will need to do the dare that you give him/her. When she/he doesn't or refuse to do the dare, there has consequences that have to be done. We planned this earlier, so we decided that the consequence will be drinking a glass of vinegar with chili.” we all winced at what Andrew said. Looks like we all don't have a choice then. We all don’t want to drink that vinegar of course. Just thinking that I'm going to drink it is like I'm going to vomit.

He had never taken in chaos in such large amounts, but if he could handle all of Tony’s shard energy, he could handle this. “Ultimate Vampiric skill, Modified: Chaos Drain!”