روايات وقصص ضمن Hearts Of Chaos

I am betting Royal because it is closer to the Z brother's magic shop. While I wait, I see another former friend that is now on the side of Umbra. Umbra really screwed over most of the Lycan and Wolves, except a few. One of them being Chaos. Chaos is Umbra's personal errand boy. Chaos does anything Umbra asks, and I bet he is spying on Fallon for Umbra.

She groaned, "fuuuck.. you're wet." I giggled, "I know..." "Are you ready?" Before I could nod my head, all my senses came back and I could hear the song again.. "....My heart beats, for you, girl you know you are the one. Why you mad at me? Girl I know I made mistakes, I know I fucked up. But my heart beats for you baby I'mma go 'head scream it loud. But if you leave there's something I can't control, So let's do it one last time, a fuck for the road......."

“Corrupted souls, powered by chaos, dogs of a very ancient evil that threatens the multiverse as we know it.” “They were all corrupted by shards?” “No, a certain one corrupts beings, the shard of Chaos. It’s the source of the harbinger’s powers, but that’s different from the one you use. That is the shard of Ente, the protector. Each universe has one, to repel the chaotic energy that the harbingers carry. Naturally, the shards of chaos are generally weaker than the shards of Ente, mostly because they aren’t real shards, just mimics, fakes, created by the same evil I told you about, Zoi. However, the shards of Ente are formed from the being of Lord Ente. You have one of those shards in you no

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.

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.

And the world dissolved. Not into darkness—into red. A crimson filter bled across everything Damian saw, thick and pulsing like a heartbeat that wouldn't stop. The study vanished. The fire vanished. Nathan and Rowan and everything familiar—gone. He was somewhere else. Somewhere wrong. People hung upside down from the ceiling. Rows of them. Dozens. Their faces swollen with blood, their eyes glassy with pain that had gone beyond suffering into something else—something beyond. Chains bit into their ankles. Their arms dangled uselessly below them, fingers twitching with the last remnants of nerve impulses.

“I’m going to need more than that, Harry.” He leaned in. “Hester posted these pictures to humiliate you. But what if we spin it? What if we turn it into a tragic love story?” I stared at him, my mind struggling to keep up. “A love story?” “Think about it,” he said, his eyes gleaming. “A woman, madly in love, so overwhelmed with emotion before her wedding that she collapses from exhaustion. But does she give up? No. She fights through it—because her love is stronger than any hardship.”

I let out a breath and pressed a hand against my chest, where my heart was beating way too fast. This was getting dangerous. Because if I wasn't careful, I was going to fall for him. And I didn't know if I'd survive the crash. _____________ I closed my eyes, inhaling the mix of freshly baked bread as well as fumes of combustion in the air. I wasn't thinking about him. Nope. Not at all. Not about the way he looked at me like I was worth figuring out, fighting for. Not about the way his voice curled around my name like I belonged to him, like a special extinct flower.