Eyes Of Chaos Novels & Stories

Not used to solid ground, clothes, dry air, Chaos was exhausted, hating the world of people even more. The girl clutched her head and began to swing quickly, actively gesticulating and pointing at the door, then at the window with a view of the sea. Black pupils filled the iris of her distraught eyes and suddenly, breathing heavily, Nocté froze. Instantly closing her mouth, she listened and rushed out of the apartment. Shaking off the remnants of the water, Chaos followed her.

“I have seen an abomination. I will purge the unjust.” ‘Purge the unjust! Purge the unjust!’ The chant rang in her head, and for the first time, she accepted it. “We could have ended it the easier way.” Draven tsked, lifting his hand into the air and an object appeared in it. ‘Is that the eyes of chaos?!’ Her eyes widened, and she flung her glaive at it. The eyes of chaos shot into the sky, escaping glaive by a few milliseconds. ‘No! No! This is bad. Really, really bad.’ She panicked as the cloud grew red and pressed her finger on the earpiece in her ear.

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

Not corrupted. No. These were the eyes of Chaos Incarnate. A spiral of white and black with crimson red edges, layered with cosmic rings, endless and hollow. It was even old, ancient and unfeeling. The same eyes he had before the memory seal. The same eyes Lucifer once feared and loved.

For after Ananse told him of those eyes, his mother had clarified some things. “Unlike what most scholars think, Origin King divided his power into two: The Eyes of Destruction and True Eyes. True Eyes contained the Origin King’s ability to see all things and control time. And Eyes of Destruction was the husk of the Origin King’s fighting power and his ability to control space. The Eyes of Destruction are so dangerous that even a Supreme would be in danger when they come face to face with one who wields it well.”

When they're both weakened, that will be my chance to seize the element of Chaos. With that in mind, Sylas' lips curled into a wicked smile. He secretly sent orders to his subordinates, telling them to remain hidden and prepare to act at any moment. At the center of the platform, Sam was utterly provoked when his punch was blocked. Chaotic energy surged wildly, and the mist around him erupted. It transformed into a towering tide of chaos that engulfed the entire space. Sam's left eye was hazy, while his right eye was black as an abyss. Nothing remained in his gaze except the pure instinct to destroy.

He was close. I was still sprawled on the ground, my breathing uneven, my skin burning with awareness. Slowly, I lifted my gaze and met his eyes and his eyes were a storm and a forest, a clash of elements trapped in a single gaze. In the deep at the center of his iris, was a piercing blue, sharp as ice, endless as the ocean, a secret hidden beneath frozen waters. But at the edges, where the light kissed his irises, emerald green bled through, wild and untamed, like leaves trembling in the wind. A paradox of fire and frost, control and chaos—his eyes were a battlefield where two worlds met, and I was hopelessly lost within them.

I felt pain rippling through every cell of my body as blood splattered along with squelching sounds that mixed with sounds of cracking of my nose, jaw and ribs. “I hate you. I so fucking hate you!!! Why that fucking waste of oxygen of your father didn’t end your fucking life when he killed that stupid whore of your mother” he screamed and snarled through his punching and kicking ordeal. Then, as if he was cut off by something, he moved away from me. He looked as if he was in physical pain, too? He almost looked as if he was on the brink of collapse, the same feeling that I had right now. His eyes glazed to a raging inferno, and it looked like he was mind-linking someone. One of his minions q

I thought the god of chaos would attack me, but his eyes became clear again and I realized that my eye color was due to him, not my mother as I had always thought. “I would never hurt them; if it hurts you, daughter,” the chaos god said sadly. “But if they hurt you, I will not only kill them; I will torture their souls for the rest of eternity.” “Leave your threats behind; you better get to the point you want to get to, and don't call me daughter,” I said sternly. “Nadine—” “Drago, please let Nadine talk to her father,” my mother requested, and I looked at her with annoyance.

Many tried to run but were suddenly crushed by a mental wall that began to cage everyone in. All sounds faded and an ache ran through Trix’s head. She felt herself being pulled in a direction which she did not know. Her vision blurred and the pain grew. She fell to her knees. It was as if her head was about to explode she felt as if she was going to die. ‘Stop fighting it,’ a voice echoed through the chaos. ‘It is who you are Trixiana.’ ‘Open your eyes, Trix.’ ‘Open your eyes!’ Trix eyes snapped opened and she met the concerned hazel eyes of Tristan.