Final Fantasy 7 Chaos Novels & Stories

In this battle, one of them would die! "The seventh level of the Chaos Realm. As expected, it's the high level of the Chaos Realm! Heavens, this is a new disciple? Are you telling me that he's a new disciple?" "This kind of cultivation speed is indeed a bit like that of an evil cultivator... But there is a problem! The aura of evil cultivators is different. Because they have killed a lot of people and cultivate with evil methods, this Caspian doesn't have this kind of aura at all!"

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.

“you had better not flatter yourself nor get ahead of yourself either. You won’t even be able to control yourself much more control any darn thing. And most especially not him, nobody controls Salvatore.” He didn’t like women with opinions. He liked silence. He liked obedience. He liked brainless porcelain. And Sapphire? Sapphire was fire. Sharp. Reckless. The kind of woman who’d slit your throat mid-kiss. She lowered her eyes. Played with the oversized rock on her finger like she needed something to do with her hands. The ring didn’t suit her. None of this did. She looked like a doll in the wrong box. A queen trapped in a cheap glass castle. And I really wish that she knew it.

“Well, if he was stupid enough to get himself in trouble like this, then he better be dead.” Hiram still had a prejudice against Sol. After all, Sol betrayed them and their company six years ago and pushed Alexandrei to hide until today. CHAOS I was a pioneering invention of their company, CHAOS. CHAOS stood for their names, Carl, Hiram, Alexandrei, Oliver and Solomon. Sol and Alex were the head of the company as the other three supported the company's business venture. And one fateful morning, six years ago, Sol sold CHAOS I to a rival company without explaining it to them.

Argent I’ve never wanted to kill anyone more than I do, my traitorous right-hand man, Sebastian, at this moment. In fact, I’ve been feeling a mixture of emotions since I learned of his betrayal─ hurt being one of them. Sebastian was, up until I learned of his deceit, my best friend, and that’s what hurts the most. For years Sebastian and I worked together. I thought we were friends─brothers. However, recently, I found out that he was dealing with the enemy behind my back. Now, I’m on his trail, and as soon as I catch him, I’m going to…well, let’s just say it’s not going to be a friendly talk that we’ll be having. Sebastian thought he could escape the Confradia’s wrath by faking his death dur

"I don't want to say it again. Tsk, you deaf? " "Freak you, Xeenalah! What's the codename again? " "H... " "A letter? " "Uhm, I'm not sure. Maybe some symbol from elements… " "Or initial… " She added. "Maybe or I don't know. " "Good thing you said that to me. Freyia's have the same blood as ours but we don't know anything. We can't trust that much anyone now. You know, pain change people, " Celestina said.

Suddenly, a fat hand extended over. “Hey, come and have a drink with me.” The overweight man dragged me toward the washroom. Just as I was about to be dragged into the washroom, Jeremy, who was focused on finding Bailey, finally realized what was happening to me. His eyes were bloodshot as he punched the pervert. He did not stop until the pervert was covered in blood. Jeremy then hugged me with his trembling hands. “Don’t worry, I’m here. It’s fine now.” I grabbed his arms, and it was as if I had been transported back in time to that rainy night seven years ago.

The memories I had deliberately buried came crashing back like a tidal wave. My face drained of all color in an instant. In my previous life, I had lived in despair under the control of this demon. Luca loved the sight of women’s blood and the sound of their painful moans. He delighted in absolute submission. Even a wife was nothing more than a toy to him. On our wedding night in my previous life, he beat me until my body was covered in wounds. When I finally managed to escape back home, I had cried and begged my father for help.

Now that they had made it into the finals, it was entirely because I was carrying them single-handedly. Rowan, Rhea, and the rest never thought the team I led would be the one standing across from them in the finals. A sense of crisis crept over Rowan. He knew my ability as a jungler. With only a week left before the match, a batch of negative rumors about me suddenly exploded online. A heavily edited video was widely reposted by marketing accounts across all platforms, titled: Nina Vale’s Ultimate Simp.

“ She swallowed hard, “Why do I feel like you are about to tell me, I am the key.” “Because you are. You are not yet, but you will be.” “Ummm...”, Evrah shook her head. “What does that mean?” “That means that you are in quite a pickle dear one. For the darkness to be defeated, the key must unlock and harness its full power, but if not done with care the lower realms will face despair.” Evrah fell on her back, her palm over her face, and took a deep breath. Why her? She was just a hunter's daughter. They have it wrong. She was not the one they were looking for.