Novel & Cerita Hearts Of Chaos

for all these years that made me realize that I am 100% a lesbian. "Because we have all been waiting for you to snap." He adds. "It's not that." I sigh. "Look, I just cannot go back. You don't get it, I was dead inside. I always have my life in order and you know it. But I was lost after what mum did to me. Can't explain it, but there's something here that makes me feel alive." Hopefully, someone... "You wouldn't last. You hate people. Now you want to socialize with new people?" He scoffs. "And you know I will be in Chicago, right? I won't be here."

Diane My eyes are heavy as always as I open the restaurant door lazily. I should be used to over-stressing myself from work already. My head suddenly feels heavy and I feel like I am going to pass out. "Oh my, I'm so sorry" I continuously apologize to him, with my gaze fixed on his half-ruined white shirt from my lipstick on it. How could I have fallen into someone without noticing? "I'm so sorry," I say again before raising my head. His dark hair. His caramel eyes, his face. He looks so perfect and very familiar. But his frown is like he is going to murder me.

I’ll have the credit of killing the monstrous Death Kings. I reach the door. I open it and Julia gasps at the sight of the tattooed one-eyed man in a black pleated skirt. I cleaned him off after removing his eye. “This is Ransom Oaks! He is one of the Chaos Boys. He is the psychotic stalker of the group.” Well, it gets more and more interesting. I now know his real name. She is a fountain of Chaos knowledge and of how this city works.

Nebra refuted in disgust. Hazel chuckled and held out a hand. "How unfortunate you won't be telling them that since you'd be buried underneath the rubbles of this building." Nebra quickly whipped out her dagger and stabbed her thigh with it. "Nebra!" Landon panicked, reaching out to hold her. "I'm fine." She evaded his grip and swallowed in pain. "Heartstealing Witches may be powerful because of the power they get from the hearts of people they eat; but just like the name suggests, they're heart stealers. Their powers only work better when we're riled up!"

A part of me relished the thought of their arrogance crumbling like old stone under pressure. A part of me wished it hadn’t come to this. As much as I reveled in the chaos, I couldn't help but think of my friends, hoping they were safe. I spun on my heels, racing back toward the ballroom, my heart pounding in sync with the distant clashing of steel and shouts. The scene that greeted me was exactly as I had anticipated—chaos.

No Alpha controlled anything anymore. No laws mattered. The sanctuary had become chaos itself. Deep beneath the destruction, the throne chamber shook violently as pieces of the cavern ceiling crashed into the abyss surrounding the throne platform. Silver-black energy spiraled uncontrollably through the chamber while the Failed Heart pulsed brighter overhead with every emotional surge spreading across the mountain above. Fear fed it. Grief fed it. Rage fed it. The entire sanctuary had unknowingly become fuel for the Heart’s awakening. And the closer it came to stabilization, the more dangerous Ronan and Aria became together.

A flash of cold light pierced the vast expanse, igniting boundless chaos in its wake. As the Oculus Blade vanished, the Ancestora—whose senses were killed as he was trapped within the confines of the space-time domain—felt a surge of existential crisis coursing through him. In the tumultuous aftermath, he witnessed chaotic energies sweeping through the void like water boiling over from a pot. An icy chill crept up his spine, and he swiftly raised his hand to wave the Chaos Flag. Its black and yellow colors blossomed with divine light that attempted to stave off the encroaching void.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

I huddle in the grass, trying not to shake, trying to stay focused. I hear snarls, growls, whimpers, and the sound of torn flesh and bites. Some of the rogues come closer, but I'm kept protected. Madness, madness, and blood surround me. More wolves emerge from among the trees, more warriors of the Blackwood pack. Theon, on purpose, must've left half of his forces behind to convince those who would probably wait to ambush him that he brought less manpower. I huddle in the grass, hoping that soon it will be other; wolves keep pushing and kicking each other, dodging each other or clashing with each other, jaws locked around throats, broken paws and legs, and madness and blood surround me.

They reached what had once been the heart of the chamber. “Once” was doing a lot of work. Now it was a broken, stitched-together wound in the earth — shattered pillars suspended in place by shimmering Holt wards, floating stone held mid-collapse like a breath frozen in winter. Jagged metal jutted from the floor, twisted iron beams pinned in midair by pale blue magic, veins of runes lacing the rubble together so it wouldn’t finish killing itself. The place felt… wrong.