Primordial Chaos Novels & Stories

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.

She felt like she had already survived it. Collision wasn’t chaos. It was clarity. And clarity, she knew, was far more dangerous.

Emma launches herself onto the cushion beside me, notebook already flopping open, pencil spinning between her fingers like she’s warming up for something athletic instead of math. “Okay,” I say, rubbing my eyes. “Homework first. Then whatever chaos you’re clearly saving.” “I’m not saving chaos,” she says, immediately kicking her feet hard enough that the lamp on the end table rattles. “Chaos just… happens to me.” “That tracks,” I mutter. She reads the first question, except “reads” is generous—she pauses halfway through to tell me that Jenny in the problem probably shouldn’t be giving away apples because what if she gets hungry later and then asks if apples rot faster in the fridge or on the

Zariah The explosion hit with enough force to throw me backward. One second I was staring at Victor Hale, trying to process everything he had just told us. The next, the world disappeared in noise, heat, and darkness. The floor shook beneath my feet. Something crashed nearby. Dust filled the air so quickly that I couldn’t breathe. For a moment, I had no idea which way was up. My ears rang violently as I struggled to push myself upright. The basement had gone completely dark. The only light came from a small fire flickering somewhere near the far wall. Shadows danced across the room, turning familiar shapes into something terrifying.

Life at Solus Institute? It could've been a good one, sure. That is, if you were born there, if the sterile, regulated halls were all you’d ever known. But for me? Yeah, that’s where it got a little iffy. My life before Solus was a real one, a good one. Heck, a great one. I had a mom, a whole crew of friends, and yeah, even love. The kind of messy, complicated, wonderful love that doesn’t always fit into neat little boxes. Solus Institute was just a fancy way of saying "orphanage for supernatural kids." A home for children who lost all family, who were just alone in the world. It’s got that official, clinical vibe, you know?

He said that made me pout. I can still hear Chaos cursing, he called us last night asking for an update if Peace is fine or if we already had her but when we said ‘Not yet’ he started to transform to a cursing machine and I even hear vases being destroyed on the background and he warn us that if something bad happen to Peace he will bury alive or even skin us alive. See how cruel is that f*cker? The motherf*cking Chaos that is known for being a monster fallen so damn hard to a girl named Peace that is his complete opposite.

Now, I have a chance to see his face. But, I guess the destiny doesn't want that to happen. We're in the midst of darkness and only the light from the moom gives us a fine eye-sight in there. And when he finally faced me, I saw the paired of purple eyes. That eyes... My heart began to pound. #30

Every time I look back and see that I did it—that I made it, that I conquered it—it feels exhilarating. I closed my eyes, pressing my right arm against the wall for support. I felt like fainting, so I slowly leaned back against the wall and carefully sat down on one of the steps. I saw myself standing in our kitchen, staring out the window. I roamed my eyes around our house. Could you even call it a home? I remembered that day vividly. I had found a job that let me work from home, but I was still adjusting and couldn’t manage my time properly. I wasn’t able to cook or clean. I stayed in my room working, while the house became a mess—everywhere you looked, it looked like a dumpsite. The kitch

If he was 'one head', how many heads are there then? "What's a primordial? " I asked. "The substantial body of Gods that controls and oversees the universe. Unfortunately, these very Gods became shortsighted to the truth, and now, the natural flow of time has been sabotaged, in other words; the universe as you know it is in danger" I scoffed. "This is a lot to take in. " Mann put down his veil revealing a broad face and thick long hair. "I am tied to this body as long as I don't recover the utmost control I had over time. "

He pauses to give his wife a small smile from across the table then continues again. “never mind that humans have ruined it all now with the fear of commitment and just pure wickedness but I tell you this, you will know one day, then you will feel what I and Brandon feel at this moment,well for me it has been since I was Fifteen which is just about your age but anyways when you do, the thought of legalizing your union would come naturally to you. It is always part of every male animal’s instincts to mark his territory, so humans have marriage as the ultimate status symbol for that.”