Memory Of Chaos 12 Mga Nobela at Kwento

I said to Fabian, "Honestly, I don't remember much of our past." His eyes grew red-rimmed when he heard me, but he forced a smile. "Anya, I came to confess something. I won't ask for your forgiveness, but I think I should tell you the truth," he said. "Do you remember the vitamins I gave you a few months ago? They weren't really vitamins but an experimental drug I developed. They can erase parts of a person's memory, and they haven't been released outside the lab."

★𝕬𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖆 The signing ceremony for the Regulated Chaos Accord was held in the central, newly re-geometrized chamber of the Nexus. The chamber was designed by Lyra's engineers to subtly shift its structural patterns every few hours a constant, visual reminder that stability was now fluid, not fixed.

The laptop screen glowed in the darkness. Zayden Vale didn’t blink. He watched the corrupted footage again and again, replaying the same broken sequence like repetition could somehow restore what was missing. Room 1408. Lena entering. Him inside. Then Glitch. Skip. Distortion. Empty space where memory should have been. Zayden leaned back slowly, jaw tightening. This wasn’t a mistake. This was deliberate. And Zayden Vale hated two things in life:

Or is forgetting a mercy? Chapter 97 brings FULL MEMORY RETURN! END OF CHAPTER NINETY-SIX

“F*ck! F*ck! F*ck! What the f*ck happen to you Chaos!” “D-devren” Reagan Harris POV I just landed on an island, I’m here at the reception holding a picture of the f*cker, Chaos. Each member of Organization is already trying to find him, but d*mn it no one can be exactly fine where he is! We all know that this is not usually to happen to Chaos, he did really leave but not this long, we know that something is off. Even River and our families are already using all the resources that we have, but still we can’t find any mark of him.

Kioni It was happening again. I remember this moment so well. Back when I was sixteen, I woke up from a coma after six weeks and some people came to see me and it made me defensive. I would forget the faces of some detectives when they questioned or made me uncomfortable. I forgot some of their faces because I used to have blackouts from pushing myself too hard to remember. I don’t know what had happened, but I couldn’t remember Nick. I tried to make myself remember but my head hurt, and my vision was beginning to become foggy. I was glad when I was discharged and told to take a few days to rest. I wanted to go back to my apartment and my parents wouldn’t have it.

But also her overwhelming love when she first held me. I showed them everything. The messy, chaotic, beautiful history of existence choosing itself over and over. The Unmakers processed in silence. Then one spoke. "This chaos. It hurts. Watching these memories causes distress. Why choose pain?" Unity stirred in Thea's arms. And spoke. Not baby sounds. Cosmic words. The voice of something that understood both Order and Chaos perfectly.

Most of it was corrupted—glitched echoes of impossible timelines. But then it emerged. A data strand she hadn’t seen before. It wasn’t part of the Architect’s pattern. It was deeper. Older. Kai leaned in. “That doesn’t look like any Lattice signature.” Evryn’s fingers trembled over the console. “Because it’s pre-Lattice.” He looked at her sharply. She pointed to the sequence. “These aren’t coordinates. They’re coordinates to a memory. One I don’t remember.” “But if it’s yours—”