Flames Of Chaos Series Novels & Stories

And it was rewarded. "How can there be order without chaos. Nothing in the universe remains unchecked. When the origin divine artefact, the 'Book of Order', brought about order, her polar opposite did not sit still. The 'Chaotic Flames' which had the same history and was in itself, a powerful origin artefact more than capable of contending with the 'Book of Order', lived up to its name- and brought chaos. The history is a long one. I cannot say it all. All that is important is that the 'Chaotic Flames' won that long war. And true to his name, he singed the 'Book of Order', yet he couldn't destroy her. But its victory wasn't without cost. It was weakened as well. The weakened 'Book of Order'

He fell to the ground, the explosion throwing him to the ground. Why was this happening? His plan was perfect! All he had to do was infuse Chaos into the earth, and he would be strong enough to beat Fos at his own game! He wanted to be free, but why are these mortals and gods keeping him from the one thing he wanted the most? Why? “Why!?”, he screamed, as he exploded with energy once more, his body getting covered with armour. It covered his entire body, the obsidian colour contrasting with the red pouring from the eyes, chest and limbs.

Zylia’s POV Fire ate everything. It roared like a living thing. It was hungry, furious, unstoppable, spreading across Howlborne’s stone walls as though the ancient kingdom were made of straw instead. The night sky glowed orange, sparks shooting upward like dying stars. Smoke burned my eyes. The heat slapped my skin even from where I stood, frozen at the edge of the battlefield. All around me, chaos erupted. Lycans charged through the blaze, their silhouettes massive, monstrous, soaked in blood and flames.

Bleeding ink, spreading across the paper, purposeful, as if it had been waiting for who knew how many years for the right blood to touch it, awakening…. Awakening words not yet seen. “When the rogue fire returns, crowned in light and pain, she shall challenge the chain or be bound by it again.” Well, shit. Prophecies were real.

At any cost. Rose swallowed hard, seeing the unshed tears in his eyes. A madness in that gaze, fear of losing her. She cupped his face and held her gaze. “You are a flame of sin, Vladimir, Who burns everything around him. And I decided to stay away from you the moment I opened my eyes.” She inhaled sharply seeing his eyes, “But it didn’t let me in peace. I felt like a moth, pulling into your flames. Again and again. That’s what I have become. That’s what you made out of me. It’s better to burn in your flames with you than live without you.”

“We cannot risk detection by building a fire. Would you be so kind as to curl up around her and keep her warm? She needs to dry out and she needs some rest...” He watched as Foxfire did as he asked, “She does not know it yet, Foxfire, but tomorrow will be much worse for her. For tomorrow, I will only bring her more questions and very few answers.” Foxfire blinked as if to say she understood and felt for him. It was really all anyone could do now. Sighing, he curled up next to Foxfire and Evrah and fell into a fitful sleep of his own. Chaos was coming, and so were the hunters of death.

The ritual would end sooner or later. As I was going to cut for the 26th time the flames flared engulfing me and Alex. Surprisingly it didn’t burn me or Alex. I felt power surge through me. With the passing time, the flames around Alex grew milder and milder while the one around me grew stronger and stronger. Then with a burst of red light, the flames vanished and the Alexart stopped glowing too. Alex was sitting in the same position as before but his face was paler. I tried to wake him up by tapping his cheeks.“ Alex! Alex!”

The chamber screams. And through it, I hear laughter. Not War’s. Not Death’s. Not Oath’s. Chaos. Her voice is silk and storm, sliding down every thread, touching every god’s throat. “Two flames once sundered are whole again.” The chamber shatters. Pillars of light bend and crack into prisms. Flames lick the void. War howls, blade raised. Death smiles, eyes bottomless. Oathkeeper clutches his wrists; his bracelets burn his flesh.

Legarde knew, but be wanted to know what she thought. “No. I can see spirits but that’s all I can do. Nothing impressive like, setting my own hands on fire.” She turned Legarde’s hand in hers and gently rubbed the burn marks she discovered. He pouted playfully and shook his head at her insult. Her hands were soft and warm against his rough ones, and as she rubbed them with curiosity in her eyes and not repulse it warmed him. She didn’t know it yet, but she was a mage. No normal woman, who can only see spirits, can see a guardian so clearly both day and night. “You are something else. That’s not how I got those burns.”

Amia's fingers trailed over the well-worn pages of a book she had kept hidden—a collection of revenge plans and tricks she had meticulously crafted over the past five years. She opened the book, her eyes scanning the carefully laid-out schemes. Each page held a different idea, a different way to exact her vengeance on those who had wronged her. Some were intricate and elaborate, requiring careful planning and execution, while others were simple yet effective, designed to inflict maximum pain with minimal effort. Amia's gaze lingered on a particular plan, one that targeted Damien specifically. It involved exposing his lies and manipulating those around him to turn against him. She envisioned