Fake Chaos Emerald Novels & Stories

I smiled as a signal for her to stop worrying. "What did you see this time?" She asked curiously. It was the same as usual. I saw a place that was obviously not on earth. Chaos. That place is full of chaos. Every time I see it, a war is taking place and it’s not just any war. I know it sounds crazy but I think it involves magic. Pretty impossible, huh? It makes my head ache every freaking time. "The usual," I casually said before started walking again. I don't want to talk about it that much because it makes me realize even more that I’m not a normal person.

" I do not want money, I want Zuriel," " Well, he's not yours. Zuriel is my mate, and you must stop being delusional and snap back to your sanity!" I growl, angry and scared. I was scared not for my life but for my children. Halsey mentioned that hatchlings will protect themselves from attacks from poisons and magic, not crazy women bent on killing their mothers.

“Emelia, this is your daughter? She looks exactly like Gerald.” “Yes, I am. My name is Emerald. Mom, what’s the problem? Do you know this Auntie right here? She’s talking to you, why are you ignoring her?” Emerald finds her mother weird, she seemed like she was spacing out. After a while she spoke. “No, I don’t know her. Madam, I don’t want to be rude but I don’t know you. Please leave me and my daughter alone.” The woman paled and slowly she nodded. “I apologize. Excuse me.”

- MARILIA - I felt my heart beat slower and slower until just a breath could be heard. He had one hand on my neck, the other on my shoulder. His legs spread apart and I was in the middle. I pinned his gaze, his emerald green eyes fixed right above a nose so nicely sculpted I was tempted to bite it. His jaw was delicately cut by the gods and his broad shoulders left an exciting desire to feel his wide back. For a moment I thought he wasn't real.

Those emerald cards the crazy woman had are missing—what if this guy's just playing innocent and has already hidden a fortune? Felix clenched his fists, inwardly cursing the man. There were only 1,000 emeralds, and he was still pinning to it. Felix wondered just how broke he was. He was prepared to fight if it came to it—there was no way he would let them search him. If they found the emerald cards, his secrets would be exposed, and it would all be over. The woman snapped, "Let him go! He's just a victim. If you're stooping low enough to target a defenseless civilian, you're the real waste of space."

Jailynn yells. Jailynn, Daniylla, and Leah had appeared and were dealing with the women. The five of us started running towards the complex. I knew with everything happening that they wouldn’t even notice us coming. I knew that Emerald’s powers were starting to come out when the weather started getting shitty. The air was getting more electric as well. I look back and all of them are gone. As we get closer the air around the place complex becomes thicker and colder. I also noticed that the ground was getting soggy. I smile because I know that Emerald has an affinity for water. I am not surprised that she is making the ground melt and become soggy and muddy. “Look,” Dax yells.

"Shane, I need you to promise to kee my secret." "I'll take it to the grave, my lady." "Your crew?" "If they speak a word, they'll die." "Shane?" "Look, I'm sure our paths will cross agian." She went to say something else when Marvin walke throught the door. "Pardon me, captain, but it appears that The Emerald took much more significant damage than we did."

As she contemplated this, another message window appeared; [ALERT; YOU HAVE SYNTHESIZED THE SKILL: MOLECULAR TRANSMUTATION WITH THE SKILL; BLOOD CONTROL! UPDATING PHANTASM! YOUR BLOOD HAS NOW CHANGED INTO A FORM OF PLASMA-LIKE ENERGY! YOUR BOND TO ALTERNATE SPACE: CRIMSON VOID HAS BEEN ENHANCED!] [ERROR! YOU HAVE NOT MET THE NECESSARY CONDITIONS TO ACCESS FULL CAPABILITIES!] ***

My magic was laughable at most sometimes. The surrounding air had gotten thicker and misty. My heart thumped as I stopped moving. I was thrashed into a vision without warning. A string of the connection is what I think all the searching and tapping left from earlier. I really wish I had some way of preparing for what I see. NO!

When it reappears with a plate, I gasp. He makes a noise I don’t focus on. “I brought your breakfast, Cinderella.” He shows me the plate of omelette and my stomach betrays me by growling loudly. I usually went longer without food, it was never a problem until he waves a plate in front of me. “Cinderella lost her shoes.” I mumble. He chuckles, but it sounds different. It makes me look at his face, there’s an emotion I don’t understand, it’s so intense I feel like I am drowning in them.