Lord Of Chaos Audiobook Novels & Stories

🖤 Jacob 🖤 An hour later, everything looked different. The kind of control that comes after chaos has already done its damage and everyone is now scrambling to clean it up before it gets worse. My phone had been buzzing nonstop, messages stacking on top of each other, updates flying in from every direction, and for once, I wasn’t the one reacting. I was watching. Because the attack had slowed down.

Emorie glanced at me, “Okay now you’re starting to scare me. You really know nothing about our world, did you? Cormac Graves? As in Prince Cormac Graves?” “So he’s a prince?” “Not just any prince.” She corrected, “He’s the Lycan prince of the realm. King Killian’s son.” Oh! “Yeah,” She said, taking in my expression, “He’s royalty, but we all call him the devil prince, or in other words, Chaos.” Chaos. I tested the word on my tongue. “Why Chaos?” “Because he’s like... the God of destruction.” Emorie waved her hands all over the place, “I don’t even know how to put it, but he’s… intense.”

Khaos's armor cracked and shattered, its dark, twisted plates crumbling to the ground as the dragon's flames seared through the metal, scorching the Demon Lord's skin beneath. Khaos stumbled, his eyes wide with agony, as Ronan and Dynaris continued their relentless assault. The flames danced across his body, consuming his dark magic and weakening his defenses. The Dark Lord's screams grew louder, more desperate, as he realized his powers were dwindling, his control over the shadows faltering.

And Chaos screamed. Immortal power equaled immortal pain and immortal fear. Chaos knew that it was returning to its prison . . . to wait another eternity. Its finger into the new world was being forced to withdraw. The last bid of Chaos to make a great and terrible war had been foiled . . . all thanks to the meddling of an insecure wizard, a neurotic young woman and a red-haired warrior's defiance.

The creature’s glowing red eyes locked onto me, and I felt a pulse of searing pain from my mark. “Behold,” the rogue leader said, his voice echoing with a chilling authority. “The Weapon of Chaos. Designed to break the bonds that chain us, to destroy those who would seek to control our kind.” The creature let out a guttural roar, the sound tearing through the air and shaking the very foundation of the fortress. Its massive, clawed hands reached out, and every instinct in me screamed to run. “Daniel, we need to get out of here,” Rigel barked, stepping in front of me. His sword was drawn, though even he looked hesitant to face the monstrosity. “This thing… it’s beyond us.”

What if it was true and not just some wild thought “Then I’ll pick you up jeez, you won’t even waste your car’s fuel” Rumors have it that if your blood is mutated, you get killed at night and your body is never found. I jumped up in fright after reading that, what if I’m mutated and I get killed “I’m having none of this” I whispered “Dude really?” I heard Sebastian grumble. I then remembered that I was speaking to someone on the phone “Uhm, you were saying?” I asked in an apologetic tone

I murmured, half asleep, smiling against his ribs, warm all the way through. "My queen," Malik said, quiet, into my hair, like a thing he'd known for a long time and had only now earned the right to name. "My queen of chaos. If you'll have the crown. If you'll take a gray careful kingdom and a man who's still learning how to be a person and a whole city full of people who used to be ordered to fear you, and stand next to it all, not under it, and make it yours too." I lay very still against him, and felt the enormous thing his voice was circling, and decided, being who I was, to make him work for the shape of it.

He cried. A wicked deep voice echoed from behind him. “Nonsense, Albian...” Albian turned, the wicked voice alive with laughter and glee. A hooded figure stood before him, completely covered. His skeletal hands and burning balls of hatred from beneath his hood were all that could be seen. He advanced like smoke upon a lake; slowly and effortlessly, coming to devour you. His voice, low and purposeful, triggered chills up your spine. “You're just in time. The festivities are just beginning.”

The purple-eyed said. I laughed loudly. "But that's a minute ago because now, you'll be dead! " I finally threw the card at him. "Come on, C! Let's go! Just let her! " The Mr. Red eyes said. "Let her?! Look, H! You saw, she— ah! " The poison immediately began to spread from his knees up to his upper body. I can clearly see the red markings on his neck. "44! Agent 44! " I heard. I immediately roamed my eyes. That's my freaking airpod! In span of seconds, I saw it not that far from my two enemies. It has a red light, a sign of someone is speaking in the line.