Memory Of Chaos 12 Novels & Stories

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:

“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.

I walked in and was greeted with images and flashes that were overwhelming me, making me shake my head in panic before the place began shaking. ‘Please stop fighting me. I’m not trying to hurt you. I want to get back in. All you have to do is stop resisting. Open your eyes and focus.’ my younger version spoke. The voice echoed in my head over the painful sound. I remembered why this had been familiar and why I could never remember. After the accident, I had been fighting my younger self and winning because I refused to remember. That's why I always wake up drenched in my own sweat as if I was drowning. Every time she tried to speak all I heard was the noise that blocked me from allowing the

Soon his table spawned a landscape of leather bounds and scrolls as he feverishly worked through his dilemma. It seemed as though he raced the day. The sun had changed positions in the sky, letting him know his time was running out. He felt the weight of it bearing down on him. Time was a killer of peace when chaos approached with the speed of an oncoming storm. “No!” he yelled.

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—”

But since you're here, concentrate on a certain event you wanted to see around here. "And how can I do that?" I wondered as I climbed up to a certain tree and settled comfortably on a certain branch. 'Focused on what you want to see as if you're selecting a channel, hitting pause before proceeding on seeing the entire scene on the selected part of your foresight.' Hearing her instructions, I concentrated on a certain event in this nightmare that I wanted to check, and I chose the moment before the bloody massacre had erupted. Everything moved backward as if I hit the button rewind, but it didn’t move to the time that I wanted to check. With a click of annoyance, I looked around and thought o

🖤 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.

"Liar. I remember everything. I remember the gala. I remember the merger. I remember the feeling of the power shifting under our feet when we forced the board to resign." "You remember the scripts it fed you!" Pim shouted, her voice echoing against the high ceilings of the opulent, dying room. "Ask yourself—why don't you remember the ride home after the gala? Why is there a twelve-hour hole in your mind every single day for the past week? You aren't experiencing reality, Chalida. You’re living in a high-latency playback loop. The Algorithm is using your downtime to compute the next stage of its evolution. It doesn't need a partner. It needs a processor."

“Why would we—” Xian glared at him. “Sure. The artifact, Fantasy Clock, was made by the God of Memories and Time. The god created the artifact and was named "Chaos Clock" at first. Technically, this artifact was used to banish someone. The god used its power to combine memories and time. The memories from the past that you wanted to forget will start appearing one by one and destroy you. It can either destroy you, or give you lesson. I got this information from our Master before. To fix the chaos, you have to accept that everything happenofrom the past cannot be changed. You have to overcome everything so that you can come out alive. When you overcome it, you have to choose one award. One, y

Samantha's with me, I didn't want to risk her life but, with what happened a while ago, she's at risk. The memories were still hunting her every time she hears gunshots and things involving violence she would space out or hallucinate. She panicked a while ago and now, she's sleeping on my shoulder. I guess the past was still a dark room for her, it left her unhealed scars. She couldn't let go of it. I was like her when my parents died. The scenery I witnessed kept on bothering me every time I closed my eyes but a mafia boss couldn't be weak, so I tried my very best to remove those memories from me and finally move on from it.