Memory Of Chaos 12 Novels & Stories

Alpha River asked after a moment of silence “Oh… after everything I have said, you ask me about my hair? Talk about daftness. Well my hair and say new look is as a result of your unfaithfulness. The pain was too much and my system went into overload. I’m as cold inside as I am outside. Just as cold as when you touched me on the hospital bed and it’s all your fault. All my emotions are dead and gone so don’t try to apologize or appeal to my softer side when things start getting rocky because that part is gone. I was cold then and will remain cold till the rest of my life on earth and you have no idea what it came with. But too much talking, I will just surprise you and I am so going to enjoy

A flash of cold light pierced the vast expanse, igniting boundless chaos in its wake. As the Oculus Blade vanished, the Ancestora—whose senses were killed as he was trapped within the confines of the space-time domain—felt a surge of existential crisis coursing through him. In the tumultuous aftermath, he witnessed chaotic energies sweeping through the void like water boiling over from a pot. An icy chill crept up his spine, and he swiftly raised his hand to wave the Chaos Flag. Its black and yellow colors blossomed with divine light that attempted to stave off the encroaching void.

It's like how our body reacts to a certain poison the first time but after some time passed our body will adapt to it no? So coupled with all that I would say losing his memories seems pretty plausible since his soul got affected in the process so his soul automatically protects itself from having the "Chaos" element corrupting it. Which in turn make him lose access to part of his memories and skills at the time. All that happens when he fainted after using his and if Nyarlathotep doesn't give him her "Mark" then he might be dead by now because his body can't handle the "Chaos" element corruption any longer. So because of the "Mark", he is saved from death but what's done i

The constant buzzing in my ears and the daze in my mind are enough to drive any person mad. Three moons ago, the visions started changing. They became more vivid. The voices, the screams from the battle long ago, echo in my head on a constant loop. The dreams are all pushing me to the brink of my sanity. I stop behind my desk and stare at the journal again. At the words scratched in blood-red ink. Contain chaos. No matter the cost. My skin hums, light threatening to break through. The golden glow flickers beneath my veins like a warning flare.

He sounded relieved. "She woke up once last night. She didn't even recognize me." Last night, when I first came to, my vision hadn't cleared yet. I simply couldn't see who was there, so I asked. The healer went on, "She's been unconscious for so long, it's normal that her memory's jumbled. We'll run another test. If there's memory loss, there are always witches' potions. The southern witch, Olivia…" This poison mainly targeted the mind of a werewolf, and only then the body. My body felt fine. Clearly, the healer's antidote had worked.

Vincenzo turned the following pages, his eyes scanning each line with growing unrest, as if searching for coherence within the absurd. Nothing made sense, and as though the existing problems were not enough, new secrets surfaced, adding weight to the fragile balance he was still struggling to maintain. “Cazzo,” Vincenzo muttered, releasing a heavy breath thick with disbelief. For a moment, he ran his hands over his face, as if he could erase what he had just read, wondering what else could possibly happen to drag the chaos into something even worse.

About the way Matteo listened like noise didn’t overwhelm him—like enthusiasm wasn’t something to be endured. None of that disappears just because one moment went wrong, but neither does the fear, and I realize something slowly, carefully, like I’m setting down a fragile truth where it won’t break: I don’t have to choose between them yet. I don’t have to decide if Matteo is safe forever or dangerous forever. I just have to decide if I’m willing to learn the difference between memory and present. Between what happened then, and what’s happening now. My phone buzzes in my pocket. I don’t take it out right away. I finish shelving the book in my hands. I straighten the display. I let myself stan

Vireon finishes it. “…So we leave the system.” Silence. Theodore studies me. “That’s not a plan.” I meet his gaze. “It’s the only direction it can’t simulate.” Because anything structured Even chaos It can learn. But something without continuity? Something that doesn’t follow its own memory? That’s where the gap is. For the first time The system flickers. Not from attack. From uncertainty. Just for a second. But I feel it. And so does it. *************************************************

"No problems with the systems. Everything's running according to plan. Execution looks fine. All tech is sending properly. Kallida, your power levels are high, but so is your expenditure. Please, watch that for me." "The vortex takes power," Kallida responded, "but I need it to bring the little brat in alive, and we need him alive to recover the memory." "I understand," Blackridge said. "As long as you're aware of it. You don't have much in reserve." "Yes, yes," Kallida said, as if it was more a bother to him than it was a concern. "Also..." he began to go on, but something happened and he cut himself short. "What?" he breathed, and there was a brief cut to the sorcerer's connection. "Alhor,

Chaos and Mia can both see Xena was a victim in all of this, too. “Can you remove the binding on our memories?” I look towards Xena who looks up and shakes her head. “I cannot fully remove it, but I can show you certain things. Things that will help break the binding. I’m sorry Chaos, Mia. I know Calvin would no doubt be using memory altering drugs by putting them in your food to keep your memories suppressed. You need to be the one to break that binding and make your choice. I can give you a push in unlocking them, but it won’t happen straight away.” I look at her, and so does Fen. What does she mean give her a choice?