Heroes Of Order E Chaos Novels & Stories

There was no place for unforgiveness. “Do you think the political mayhem triggered the economic breakdown that resulted in the war?” Napoleon asked. “You better ask Isaac about it. Your brother knew everything even before I told you.” “So, Isaac told you about this? And he never even confided in me.” “Isaac shared his knowledge in chaos theory twice.” “A physics concept paired with world war 3?” “He predicted the New World Order in less than six months, and now it is happening." "My brother thinks about the New World Order. What is Harvard teaching my younger brother? Are they nuts?"

At my words, his mask slips and instead of indifference I now see rage and hatred as clear on his face as it is through our bond. “You blame me for the chaos in the world, but chaos reigned long before me and will continue to exist long after me. Chaos is the very nature of humanity. I didn’t create it, I’m merely pulling back the curtain on it,” he declares, stretching his arms out wide, grandstanding at the terror around him.

It was because I would not buy him expensive toys or let him play on his phone without finishing his homework. The biggest reason was my refusal to allow Leia to be his mother. Even so, when I noticed the slab that was about to fall, I rushed forward without hesitation to shield him with my arms. The slab struck me on my head and left a gaping wound. But he pushed me away and grabbed Leia’s hand. He asked her with a concerned look on his face if she was scared. Williams Taylor burst in with a gas mask, and he was the first to rush over. He got hold of the only gas mask and handed it to Leia.

From the darkness beyond the temple walls, movement emerged — figures appearing from the mist. Warriors, cloaked in black and silver, bore the insignia of the Priestess’s Order. “She sent them,” Aria breathed. “She’s not done.” Kael rose to his full stature, his Alpha presence flaring like a storm. “Then neither am I.” He positioned himself before her, claws extending, his energy emanating raw intensity. The initial shadowy warrior lunged — Kael intercepted him mid-attack, his claws slicing through the air, the clashing sound of steel against bone resonating.

Others close in from behind, but I’m locked on the horrors in front. “I am Chernobog,” the bone giant growls. “I am Sekhmet,” the lioness hisses. “I am Hel,” the half-skeletal woman says, her teeth clicking as she speaks. “We wanted you to know who’s sending you to your death.” Gods of death and destruction. Fantastic. They unleash their powers. Chernobog conjures spears from thin air, growing larger as they hurtle toward us. Sekhmet cups a sickly green mist in her palms—pestilence, thick and oozing.

"This brave group will be the first ones to enter and leave the forbidden forest alive, a feat never before done. They will mark the beginning of a new era of heroes and bring a great change to the world. Their impossible feat will mark the beginning of the era of legends. "These warriors will be the first Legends!" Charles ran his head through his head. "Legends? What's that?" "According to this it's strongest members are these two, the master of chaos and the master of order." Sebastian suddenly stops. "No!" "What?" Sebastian flips the pages agitatedly, "I can't read them any more. I can't hear the words." Charles takes the book from him and calms him down. "Sebastian the fact that you cou

They fell to the mud, useless. "Silver," Valerius sighed, shaking his head. "Quaint. Do I look like a common werewolf to you?" He reached down and grabbed Jack by the throat, lifting him into the air one-handed. Jack dangled helplessly, his boots scuffing the slime. "You have spirit, I'll give you that," Valerius said, his voice almost gentle. "But you lack perspective. You think this is a war between good and evil? No. It's a war between order and chaos. I am Order. I am the mountain that does not move. You... you are just erosion."

More of what I couldn’t have, and more of what would never be. I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling, trying my hardest to give her space, until I couldn’t take it anymore. That was how I ended up here, in the city of a Thousand Faces. One of the most dangerous parts of the godly realm, and my favorite. The rulers of this place were constantly at war with one another, two sides of the same conflicting coin. Damia, Goddess of chaos, and Galen, God of order. The irony never ceased to make me laugh.

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.