Lords Of Chaos Euronymous Novels & Stories

Chaos reigned as fire continued to spread from the weapons cache, smoke billowing across the entire territory. Zeus broke away from a smaller skirmish, his massive form turning toward us. His eyes locked onto my white wolf, and I saw the exact moment recognition hit. He knew who I was. Not just that I’d lied about my name, he understood fully who I was now. Luna of Blackhowl. Darius’s mate. The woman he’d tried to claim for himself. Zeus roared with such fury that every wolf in the arena froze momentarily. Then he howled, a command that carried across the entire territory.

“Tell them.” Allistair’s silver eyes dimmed for a moment, as if peering through the veil of time. "I am Chaos and has the power of the Moon, I see through bonds of lovers and mates alike just how I've seen you bonded to Damian, Fierro with Marion and Shyren with.... that's a story for another time." "ZANEY! Tell me.." Sheryn spoke while pouting in which Allistair just smirked. "Well since you want to know, I'll say it." Lust said while smirking. They all sat in the sofa after Lucifer used his magic to restore the packlands first and teleported them all to Casa Del Fierro except for Alpha Saillus.

A beat passed before I asked, “Can you tell me about Luciano?” “Tyrant Luciano Zarkov,” she answered immediately. A faint pause crossed me. “Are you correcting how I address my mate?” Her eyes snapped up, startled—then wary. I let the silence stretch just long enough to feel it. Then I laughed lightly. “I’m teasing you. Now… tell me.” She exhaled, tension loosening just slightly. “Of course. Tyrant Luciano was a rogue—said to be equal to gods in strength, intelligence, and brutality. Most importantly, he is believed to embody karma itself.”

He said it keeps him fit. The man leans forward and says with a sly grin, “Well, you are from Liddicoat, so you still don’t know, but the Lycan king has been traveling for the past two years to search for his Lost Luna. You know, that plain-looking woman with massive magic and insane, god-like skills.” “What woman?” I ask, pretending not to know. “Luna Serra Lore-Dunkerson. Although, she’s Mage Serra now if she’s still alive. You might have difficulty earning the Lycan king’s love if he is still searching for his Lost Luna.”

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.

What brought a great figure like him here? Heath’s face turned pale. He could already feel Cloud’s terrifying aura even from afar! It was like a huge mountain pouring down, and when that oppressive feeling came, it was as if there was an invisible hand widely strangling his throat as the murderous aura filled the air! It was known to all that Cloud was the Lord of Chaos, and he had countless troops and incredible power! It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a hegemon, an emperor-like existence!

"Twenty three years ago, Annalise. Do you remember the five people who summoned me? And do you remember why?" "Melany, Bram, Rudi, and myself," Annalise confessed, casting her gaze to the ground. "Ah, ah, ah," Ammit taunted her. "It takes five to summon me. Who was the fifth?" "Romulus." Romulus. The first lycan. He was mythology, and thought to be long dead, if he had ever really been alive. Gears started to turn, but I fought back the ideas, knowing full well now was not the time to explore them.

Her eyes were rolled back as she looked into my eyes. "I think it's finally time for you to be put in your place Serafina," I said with a loud voice that seemed to echo as I spoke. "Elysia," I heard Serafina gag as I pressed harder on her neck. A scoff escaped my lips and I almost broke into a laugh. "You might be wondering, I am the Luna goddess. And I don't appreciate all your efforts to try to wipe off the werewolves, you seem to be forgetting that they are completely under my protection, you can't do as you wish and get away.

The power pulsing from me wasn’t just fury—it was divine, ancient, something reborn from the soul of a broken woman who’d risen from her ashes. “I’m not your omega anymore,” I said through clenched teeth, voice steady, eyes blazing. “I’m the Luna of the Lycans. I’m Zane Valerian Blackhowl’s mate. I’m the mother of the future king. And I will never, ever belong to you.” Malrik stood up slowly, the echo of my slap still lingering in the air like electricity. He raised a hand to his lips, wiped the blood that had trickled from the corner, and stared at it for a second. Then… he smiled—a cold, venomous smile that made the hairs on my neck stand.

The Chaos Lord stated as they all saw what is really going on, Their auras changed entirely. " And who are you guys? " A voice asked and Master Grogo appeared before them in an infuriating manner but they didn't even seem to notice it one bit, They were just staring a Grogo trying to remember who he is. " And you must be Lord Doom right? The new and ugly memories that is buried in me recognizes your ugly face " The Alphas Lord voiced out and that caused the New Reality to slowly crack, Suddenly they sense a presence approaching them. Armageddon charged at them with full speed, He charged with his Black sword ready to strike when he suddenly stopped mid air, Armageddon screamed out pains as b