Novel & Cerita Percy Jackson Chaos Fanfiction

And this new reality, it was too much for her to stomach at once. “I want a divorce. And I want this terrible mate bond severed. You can marry her.” For the first time this night, she saw a bit of panic in his eyes. “You know that’s not possible!” “Oh, It is, Draven Vancouley. I want nothing to do with you.” “I don’t think you know what you are saying Cat. You are forgetting this is the Vancouley pack! You cannot severe a bond with members of the Vancouley family.”

I did need it, I was parched. I thank him and swallow the guilt, because I need him to fall asleep so I can leave here. Whatever he has going on, I want no part of it. I have a feeling all his chaos is going to pull me under. In a few minutes, I will run away.

LYRA I narrow my eyes at Xander. The sun has now set completely now, leaving just the two of us standing in the dark forest. “Our goddess, Diana,” he gestures back to the statue, “watched as her wolves slaughtered each other. Even after Eris was defeated, the wars continued. And Khaíros spurred it on. He wanted to create enough chaos to strengthen his goddess and bring her back.” Well fuck. “So Diana needed something that could contain the chaos magic and turn it into something different… That’s when Tiberius Wynter offered himself.”

They both knew it. "You're not protecting me from a sensor right now," Ariana said, her voice barely a breath. "You're just holding on." Lucas didn't deny it. Instead, he moved. He didn't let go of her hand. He used it to pull her toward him, dragging her across the silk sheets until she was inches from his chest. The heat coming off him was a physical force. "I told you once that I control chaos," he whispered, his voice dropping to a dangerous, gravelly register. He reached up with his free hand, his thumb tracing the line of her lower lip. "But you... you're the only variable I can't solve."

We would repeat the narrative until it felt like truth, real truth Ivy the cursed. Ivy the forsaken. The omega who returns and brings death and trouble Numbers would grow Doubt would spread. And when the time came - when we were no longer five, but fifteen… twenty… more ,-- Even red eyes would not be enough to stop us. If I cannot have the Alphas -- No one will. And this pack will remember who truly belongs.....

Not because I couldn’t but because I didn’t want to. Do you know how disturbing that is for someone like me? I feel like my entire personality folder got corrupted. Luca keeps calling it “character development,” like he’s personally responsible for this emotional glow-up. Sofia pats my cheek sympathetically and tells me heartbreak builds empathy. Empathy. No thank you. But then something shifts in the air. Like a disturbance in the force. Like the universe whispering, Heads up, King — chaos is coming. So I finally look up and see an eight-year-old girl annihilate my front display like she’s reenacting Fast & Furious: Bookstore Drift.

And most importantly, I hate feeling like I don’t have control over my environment. And this house? As chaotic as it is, I understand it. I know how it moves. I know how everyone behaves. I can predict things here. Unlike my life right now. Still… “That doesn’t mean I enjoy the chaos,” I said, crossing my arms. He chuckled softly like that was expected. “It’s a family, Alexandra. Chaos is part of the package.” I didn’t respond to that because honestly, I wasn’t in the mood for emotional wisdom. “Why are you here?” I asked instead, cutting straight to the point.

His eyes bulged and watered as he was gasping for air; crimson-purple colour mixed with black tendrils of my chaos littered his face. “Don’t even think of comparing yourself or likes of you with me because of bickering with my cousin. If I wanted to enter my cousin's palace without permission, miserable likes of you would never be able to stop me from it. I can squash you all without even lifting a finger. Don’t ever forget that I am Chaos. I can kill your sorry ass without moving a finger. Now move! Fucking worthless mortal worm!” I released the grip of my magic from his neck, and he fell on his knees, heaving for his dear life.

“Yes, I dream of you drowning. And even though I can’t drown you myself, one can only hope you get paralyzed and end up choking to death in a tub of your own sweat.” God, some things are sacred. Percy can never be any of those things. I chuckled. There’s no way I’d ever be attracted to this piece of dirt. Even though I think he and I could form a friendship someday- actually no. That’s not going to happen either. I feel so relaxed, and happy.

And maybe—just maybe—cue the sequel: HELL NAWW! ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ❤️Hope you guys enjoyedChaos in Heels—I definitely enjoyed writing it. Until next time, my friends. 💅