King Of Chaos Novels & Stories

"Everything that Celestia and the Alliance have told you about this war and why it's happening is a lie." I narrowed my eyes on him, but he just took a breath before looking me square in the eye and continuing. "You saw the people in there. You saw how it's driving them mad, and forcing them to shift into their alter forms. The Beastial Kingdom didn't start this war; Celestia did. They corrupted our king on the day they were supposed to sign a peace treaty. They did something to him that forced his dragon to the surface in a blind rage, instantly voiding the treaty between kingdoms, and therefore restarting the war that we were trying to end. That king came back to the Beastial kingdom after

he gritted out. “Who do you think you are threatening me?” Coralynn puffed her chest as if it would make her a match for Chaos. Her eyes flared with her Lycan's golden ones as she tilted her head to glare. “I am the future King of the Underworld, and I don’t like to repeat myself,” Chaos growled, causing her eyes to widen as her skin turned a ghastly shade of white. He said the future King of the Underworld, which makes his father.....Hades. My eyes widened as I stared at his back. Chaos was a prince.

I was not failing my pack. My eyes glowed darkly and I let my wolf take control. The power surged in me and I hauled before I fell. My wolf Shadow landed with a thud on its paws. My wolf could sense that she did not expect this resistance. She was whispering something that my wolf shook. 'Wolves of the Black Dessert Moon will not surrender.' Chaos broke loose. My wolf was unhinged and out for her blood. Her wavering cause madness from the pack. Her hold on them was broken. She stumbled back and whispered, but my wolf would not stop.

But that was impossible. "get out" Feyre told him. "I can't tell you exactly what is going on my queen, the king swore me to secrecy" Reni told her, trying to look harmless. "So you won't tell me anything?" Feyre asked. "I can give you little hints" Reni compromised. "Okay, that's fair. Let's hear your little hints" she told him. "The king is using the eternal chaos to keep something alive." "Something, is it a vampire?" Feyre asked.

Under her gaze, the newt hesitated a while, not daring to make a choice: to stay at the Cliff waiting for Nocté or to find out who killed Geras and the other newts. “The border is closed, the queen has cast a spell on the water,” this was the last significant reason keeping Chaos from escaping. If he leaves his post, leaves the north and it’s found out, he will be considered a traitor. With a noise, a wave gushed into his mouth and the newt heard the shout of the Ether.

Something that had slumbered for centuries. He remembered again the voice of Olgana, her shaking body, the whiteness of her lips after the prophecy slipped out of her. The Chaos is not an object nor a phenomenon, it is an individual. An individual. A creature born of both the forbidden and divine. And Lilith's offspring. But the prophecy had revealed more. Tej real enemy is cloaked in crimson roses and the one who is two halves of one whole loving someone who is not whole itself. If that was his dream, then he was tied to this mess in some way. How?

And the hidden figure vanished. Erased. 💥 Not killed. Erased. ⸻ 🌙 The King’s Arrival A roar echoed across reality. 👑⚡ The crack expanded again. The giant hand pushed further through. 🌌 This time everyone recognized it. The King Beyond Memory. 💀 He was finally breaking free. The city descended into chaos. People ran. Buildings collapsed. The sky darkened. 🌑 Yet something strange happened. The King wasn’t looking at Lyra.

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.

Panic cut through the haze of heat. Arthur stumbled backward, his right hand flying instantly to the hilt of the ceremonial sword at his hip. His fingers fumbled against the leather grip. "Stay back," he rasped, his voice raw. He tried to draw the blade, but his wrist was weak, the steel catching in the scabbard with an uncoordinated, metallic screech. "I am your King, Malakor. Step back."

“So, explain to me, why the hell did you vote yes and put that maledetto on the throne?” “On the throne, he can’t take a step without everyone watching,” Alfonso replied, reining in his irritation. “It’s far easier to topple a king who’s surrounded than to hunt a ghost on the loose. And besides, your son didn’t have the guts to stand up for my daughter. Do you really think I’d let her marry a nobody? As the wife of a Don, she’ll get the respect she deserves. And when the devil finally claims that maledetto, I have no doubt plenty of men will be lining up to invest in her.”