Order From Chaos Novels & Stories

There was no place for unforgiveness. “Do you think the political mayhem triggered the economic breakdown that resulted in the war?” Napoleon asked. “You better ask Isaac about it. Your brother knew everything even before I told you.” “So, Isaac told you about this? And he never even confided in me.” “Isaac shared his knowledge in chaos theory twice.” “A physics concept paired with world war 3?” “He predicted the New World Order in less than six months, and now it is happening." "My brother thinks about the New World Order. What is Harvard teaching my younger brother? Are they nuts?"

"Committed. Willing to fight. To do whatever it takes." "You're talking about war." "I'm talking about survival. If these entities attack, this won't be a skirmish. It'll be apocalyptic. We need to be ready to win." "How do we fight chaos itself?" "With order. With connection. With love." I stood. "We've proven love is stronger than corruption. Now we prove it's stronger than chaos." "Then we fight," Marcus said. "Together. United. As one." "As one," everyone echoed. The meeting ended. Plans in motion. War preparations beginning.

of the Spire. "We can't just be 'Chaos', Kaelen," Audrey said to the young Relic-Hunter, who was now half-encased in "Memory-Tape." "And we can't just be 'Order.' We are the 'Tension' between them. If you take away the 'Constraint,' you take away the 'Life'."

He just broke rule #1 DON’T question the insane Sidhe. Jaxson tsks at him as though he is a disappointing child. I look at Arson. “Go get the med kit. I’ll be needing it to stitch up Jase in…three…two…one…” Jaxson flays Jase’s arm open from shoulder to elbow. Family rule #2 FOLLOW orders, or you will BLEED. At this point, all I can say is… WE ARE C.H.A.O.S. WELCOME TO THE DEATH KINGS FAMILY.

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.