Eyes Of Chaos Novels & Stories

Chaos’s eyes gleamed. “A bunny.” Silence. For half a second— It almost sounded ridiculous. Until— “He lost everything,” Order added quietly. “Power. Status. Authority.” “And so,” Chaos continued, “he chose revenge.” The battlefield roared again. But now— It felt different. “He created the Eclipse,” I said slowly. Chaos nodded. “He twisted the narrative,” Order added. “Turned failure into ideology.” “Purity,” I whispered. “Control,” Chaos corrected. My stomach churned.

Curly golden hair and light emerald eyes, pale skin, and a body similar to Rai's both in muscles and height. "You saw what?" He asked shocked. "What's wrong with you? Why did you take that shit off?" Ha, those two are so funny. I had a smirk on when I talked back at him, "You two are so damn funny. Both of you want me dead, just like everybody else. Yes, I can see others dying with my eyes. No, I do not kill them. No, I can't do anything about it. No, it can't be changed. Yes, I don't mind if you all blame me for it. Is that what you want to hear?" They both were speechless while staring back at me. "Look, brothers, I don't mind you hating me and wanting me dead. Really, I don't. But you hav

And now, it was waking up. A crack appeared in the sky. Not gold. Not silver. Black. Pure black. The darkness split reality open. Everyone stepped back instinctively. Because something was looking through. A single eye. Massive. Ancient. Impossible. Larger than entire worlds. The eye stared into existence. Watching. Studying. Remembering. Nova's heart stopped. Not literally. But close enough. Because the moment she saw that eye, every memory inside her reacted. Every soul. Every possibility.

Chapter 46: A Desperate Gamble The cavern held its breath as Evie, a beacon of chaotic energy, charged towards the colossal beast. The creature, its massive form momentarily stunned by the sudden burst of light, turned its fiery gaze upon her. Time seemed to slow down. Every tremor of the beast's muscles, every flicker of its glowing eyes, was etched into Evie's mind. With a desperate cry, she unleashed a torrent of chaotic energy, a swirling vortex of blue light aimed directly at the creature's face.

I wondered how many times someone had been watching me without my knowledge. The thought made my skin crawl. A sharp crack echoed through the room. I jumped. Malik had crushed the whiskey glass in his hand. Glass shards scattered across the desk, and blood dripped from his palm, but he didn’t even look down. Neither did Darius, which told me this kind of thing was probably normal for them. The terrifying part wasn’t that Malik was angry. It was that he was calm. Dangerously calm. The kind of calm that came before something violent.

There shouldn't be a need for secrets, especially now. My eyes moved around to the Torgan Hunters, who were in front of me. Their eyes have not left or blinked. It was odd. Their spider vein eyes seemed to be painful. Whatever spell she was using on them was making their eyes bloodshot. They have not blinked for a long time. The pitiful humans. Something moved in front of my eyes. If it wasn't because of my supernatural eyesight. I would have missed it. This time, I was ready. Shadow was not surfacing and conversing with our supposed mate alone. My eyes watched the wolf move slowly and precisely toward me.

He sighs the sigh of a man who once carried an entire crime syndicate but is now carrying a newborn on three hours of sleep. “That,” Luca says, “was the most chaotic thirty seconds I’ve ever witnessed.” I place a hand over my heart. “Thank you.” “No,” he says flatly. “Not a compliment.” I smirk anyway, bending to pick up a dragon plush but my mind is back on the woman with the diner uniform and sad eyes. She looked tired. She looked overwhelmed. She looked like her life was unraveling in her hands and for some reason I really, really hope she walks in again because maybe chaos is exactly what I need right now.

Elliot purred in my ear. Oh fuck. The sound of his voice went straight to his core, making me squeeze my legs together. “Don’t fight it, baby. Dominate your darkness by enjoying it,” Elliot leaned forward, placing my legs on the outside of his and spreading them so that my legs were wide open. Two giant black wings exploded from Chaos’ back, making me gasp. They were so black; it was as if you were staring into a starless night sky. The moonlight shining through the windows glistened off of the skin, making them almost glitter beneath its rays.

She looked at Terror, now with a new sense of suspicion, "What makes you say that?" Terror shrugged, "I'm what you call intuitive," "Well what if I told you your intuition was wrong?" Nya said "Then I'd say 'why don't you take off those sunglasses?'," Terror whispered into her ear. The glared she gave him was probably visible through the sunglasses, but his face never lost its charming grin. "It's alright, I won't tell anyone, cross my heart." He said raising his hands in surrender. Although she was still very suspicious of Terror now, she didn't sense a hint of malice in his voice. Reluctantly, she removed her glasses and showed him her vampiric eyes.

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.