Eyes Of Chaos Novels & Stories

Elias whispered, “but I can feel his gaze. It’s like it’s… cutting through my soul.” Kairis stepped forward and dropped to one knee in front of Elias. “Listen to me, Elias. You’re not just reacting because you’re powerful. The Eye recognizes something in you. Maybe from your past life… maybe from what you’re becoming. Either way, it sees you now. And if it wants you—” “Then it’s coming,” Elias said, finishing her sentence. A beat of silence passed. Everyone could feel the unspoken terror behind that idea. Dorian ran a hand through his hair. “This keeps getting worse. First Erethar, now the rogue, and now this ancient chaos god. How are we even supposed to stop this?”

Everyone else is calm and collected as if nothing out of the ordinary is going on. I glance back over at the crying infant, her little eyes filled with tears that roll down her fawn-coloured cheeks. It’s the first time I’ve seen her eyes, and I can’t help but feel surprised as I take in their appearance. They’re intense, like pools of lava formed by a dazzling gold around the pupil that bleeds into a vibrant crimson red. As a Goddess, I had expected her to be born with silver eyes like the other Gods, but instead, they are the perfect mix of her mother’s golden eyes and the blood red that once signified Oshmin’s curse.

Its skin was dry like ash, dark as night, its eyes, red as blood and in them I could see the most familiar element. One I carried within me this very moment- Chaos. It sauntered hunched on its shoulders, on all fours as if truly more animal than humanoid. It barred its fangs at me- My head tilted slightly, taking in its most exquisite features, the most feral hate in its eyes, eyes that never left mine. "It is from the endless..." I stated. "Yes." Vaeln nodded. I could feel his eyes steady on me as I circled the cage studying the creature. Its eyes turned with me.

The Mystic Maiden frowned as she asked, “Could it be that the silver light in these eyes is a kind of contagious eye disease?” When Alex looked at her, the silver light in his eyes became more brilliant. He finally could see things clearly... However, the scene he saw was a bit wrong. When he looked at the Mystic Maiden now, he saw eight Chaos Beads, the Chaos Chi energy in her body, and various bizarre scenes. ‘Oh my, it’s strange. What is this? Is it the internal composition of the Mystic Maiden?’ He blinked hard. When he looked at her again, there was another change.

They couldn't give Chaos another chance. "LOTHAR!" Red screamed through the buzzing in her own head. Lothar snapped from his amazed stupor and concentrated. Getting the Heaven's Eye to do what he wanted was like trying to hold on to a greased pig . . . difficult at best. He looked through the Eye and saw where the fabric of existence for Chaos's dimension had grown weak enough that it was beginning to poke through. The tentacle was frenzied. It lashed out, heading right for Anya's head. Croc screamed, but he couldn't stop what he was doing. Anya thought she was done for. Then Chris leaped in the way.

Dray inquired with a frown, then spanked her ass. "I had to be at Donald's party. Now about the eyes, it locks a person's power, appears twice a year and can't be removed by the wearer. The day it would appear can't be determined and can only be destroyed by black magic" Ava read out and Dray nodded. "You did a great job" Dray commended and Ava sat on the laps. She received a text, checked it and clenched her fist. "Fuck that bitch" She cussed. "What's wrong?" Dray asked, using his hand to unbutton her shirt.

The eyes—glowing, like the Core—pierced through the darkness, and a voice echoed in her mind. “The war is not over, Elena. The Core was never meant to be used as a weapon. It was always meant to restore what was lost. But you, you are the key. You will either stop it or you will unleash it.” She tried to speak, to call out, but her voice was lost in the storm of whispers surrounding her. Her vision shifted then, showing flashes of destruction—villages burning, people screaming, darkness swallowing everything in its path. And in the center of it all, the figure with the glowing eyes stood, his hands outstretched, as if beckoning the chaos to unfold.

Theo POV. I watch in horror as Fen’s beast goes to forcibly mark her. I couldn’t move. I was in shock, but that quickly changed when I see Mia shift into her wolf, Chaos. She is stunning, black, white and grey with beautiful ice-blue eyes. Chaos stands snarling at Fen. That’s when I see it. She is feral. Shit! I move to stop this before it happens. She will fight him and in the state she is in right now, his beast will want to punish her for her defiance. Chaos lunges at him. Her teeth tear into his flesh, I watch in horror as it’s like time has slowed down.

“You should have asked that before you started to mess with my mate when I got here. But I will tell you anyway… I am Khione Dava Chaos, 3rd child to King Chaos and heir to his throne.My father is the King of Kings of the underworld and the lord of Lords of all darkness that exists in this realm and the other. You hear the source of all creation and my father is pointed at. He was there before creation and he will be there afterwards when you are all gone. You and your lover boy have doomed this pack in more ways than one.” Chaos spat at Tricia and smiled after she passed out from loss of breath “What the fuck?” Alpha River cursed out for the first time whiles some of his men shifted uncomfo

This was the last vision he had before his powers were being fully returned by Raphael. His powers weren't just being returned only, John Ozais Screeman was taken into a far far realm of existence, farther than all what has been, is being and is to be told in coming times. The stone which he held was none other than the Stone Of Chaos, the very shard of one of the earliest primordial ; Chaos And Order. The lights faded. The scene instantly transited to another display. This was of Maria. Clips so short were blinked and of these clips, Maria was seen in a different form she had never been before. She, as seen now, was seen as something more. Something chaotic.