Naruto Of Chaos Novels & Stories

Chaos’s eyes gleamed. “A bunny.” Silence. For half a second— It almost sounded ridiculous. Until— “He lost everything,” Order added quietly. “Power. Status. Authority.” “And so,” Chaos continued, “he chose revenge.” The battlefield roared again. But now— It felt different. “He created the Eclipse,” I said slowly. Chaos nodded. “He twisted the narrative,” Order added. “Turned failure into ideology.” “Purity,” I whispered. “Control,” Chaos corrected. My stomach churned.

It's him! "That's enough, C. Let her go, " he ordered. It's really him! The one who has the deep and cold voice and so as the red eyes! "Why would I? We need that damn painting! " "No! We don't need it! Just let her go, C. " They're fighting. No, not totally. I saw how the purpled-eye guy lose. He walk slowly through me and throwed me bladed card. I caught it perfectly. "Amazing, Agent. " He clapped.

It was so stingy that it ruined its character as a tree and was unworthy of the name “Chaos!” “Did you hear me?! “You don’t deserve to be called the Chaos Tree! You should be called the Bandit Tree! You even robbed the Yellow Obsidian Chi from your landlord! You are immoral and have terrible character! I despise you!” Afterward, Baton was shocked again. ‘Oh my god! Was he talking about... the Chaos Tree? ‘He actually possesses the Chaos Tree? ‘How is that possible?! Is this guy a son of the Heavenly Emperor?’ Baton’s eyes also became bloodshot. That was due to excitement and greed.

Natasha chided, as she glared at me once more. "Yeah, but she's also the lowest-ranked one in the first seven. Basilisks are only really powerful because they're huge, but Nova is the second strongest, only to Bane. Not to mention the fact that dragons are just way cooler and far more useful to begin with. I mean, they can fly and breathe fire. How much cooler can you get?" Genie countered, and Natasha just scoffed with another roll of her blue eyes before going back to looking over the book in her hands.

"A chaotic, expensive, legally married brand." "I don't want to be a brand." "You don't get to choose anymore." "I absolutely do." "No." She'd pointed at my phone. "The internet has chosen for you." That was the problem. The internet kept choosing things for me. A husband. A reputation. A personality. A motive. Apparently, I had gone from being Grace Ellinton, relatively unknown woman with questionable decision-making skills, to Grace Bramhall, mysterious billionaire wife who may or may not have married Manhattan's richest bachelor as part of an elaborate revenge scheme.

She picks up a knife from the table, dips it into a blood-filled bowl, and trails it across our foreheads. My heart leaps. Whose blood is that? Is it human? Or animal? “Now, both of you repeat after me,” she says. She begins chanting, her tone and words making my head spin. Different oaths are spoken. Finally, we’re told to stand. I do, Tristan too. “Now the consummation shall begin.” Suddenly, some big men step forward, grab me, and I scream. The sound tears from my throat—loud and raw. They start dragging me away. Tristan stands still.

He fell to the ground, the explosion throwing him to the ground. Why was this happening? His plan was perfect! All he had to do was infuse Chaos into the earth, and he would be strong enough to beat Fos at his own game! He wanted to be free, but why are these mortals and gods keeping him from the one thing he wanted the most? Why? “Why!?”, he screamed, as he exploded with energy once more, his body getting covered with armour. It covered his entire body, the obsidian colour contrasting with the red pouring from the eyes, chest and limbs.

No reply came. But in his chest, the bond pulsed again. Stronger. And in that silence, he knew. She remembered something. Whether it was pain… or him… he didn’t know. But soon, he would. And then the real chaos would begin. Because Darian Draven wasn’t just a mate seeking love. He was a king seeking what was stolen. And he would not stop until every shadow was burned and every truth laid bare—until she stood beside him, whole, free, and his.

I looked stupid in front of all of them lot. I have no idea how come he didn’t wage war against me because he is known to have a temper and as a revengeful motherfucker. I did hear that he visited Wengarthria a couple of times after this whole mess, so I just wanted to ensure that I have some leverage if he tries anything stupid. Apart from being beaten by the voice of a vengeful deity with temper tantrum issues, he is also known as a god who is not your sharpest tool in the shed. So he may get some stupid ideas. And, just as a matter of precaution, I am making a pact with this wild card, Chaister. As the god of Chaos, he's the only one who can somewhat rein in Lertellan. That's how I ended

Peace is not Chaos weakness she is his strength, she’s the one who can make Chaos evil side show and she’s the only one that can tame him. “She’s really the girl who will tame Chaos.” I whispered. We got into the Peace location so fast, well Chaos was in a hurry that I felt like the car was already flying because of how fast he was driving. We stop the car not far away from the entrance and even just inside the car I can see Labret’s men guarding the building holding guns and some have daggers. I felt bad for them right now because I know to Chaos they’re just snacks. Chaos is the first one to come to one of the cars with a gun in his hand, this going to be bloody not just because Chaos is h