Ragnarok Project Chaos Novels & Stories

He glanced at the screen, ignored the call, and powered the phone off. I felt unmoored. "What happens now? Your families are bound to react badly." Chester closed his hand around mine, his voice steady. "Whatever comes, I'll face it. Mandy, all I need to know is whether you are willing to face it with me." I met his eyes and thought of the concert lights, the restless month that followed, and the jolt when our paths crossed again. My doubts and fears dissolved all at once. I nodded, tears streaming down my face as I spoke. "I'm willing."

I murmured, half asleep, smiling against his ribs, warm all the way through. "My queen," Malik said, quiet, into my hair, like a thing he'd known for a long time and had only now earned the right to name. "My queen of chaos. If you'll have the crown. If you'll take a gray careful kingdom and a man who's still learning how to be a person and a whole city full of people who used to be ordered to fear you, and stand next to it all, not under it, and make it yours too." I lay very still against him, and felt the enormous thing his voice was circling, and decided, being who I was, to make him work for the shape of it.

He told Chaos. "You see if you had listened to me, none of this could have happened." Chaos stated. "I didn't know what went wrong but I got beaten again and almost died by the same man. He raped my Raziah in front of me. I will never forgive him for that. Tell me what to do to bring Dark down from his high pedestal, to bring down to his knees to make him now his head in defeat." Prince Aragorn said, his eyes narrowed in rage. "Raziah." Chaos supply.

she almost stopped in her tracks if it wasn't for Betting dragging her. Devville? The Devville she has heard of? The one created by a rogue Alpha for his fellow rogues? Ruled by the most vicious, heartless Alpha the werewolf clan has ever seen? She might as well just kiss the world goodbye because there was no mercy in Devville. At least she gets to die in a beautiful castle. She fought back tears as they pulled her through a series of stairs and finally led her into a room. There a man stood, black shirts and pants, eyes focused on the large animal on the table, knife passing through it like it was nothing.

To all of my amazing readers, I want to send out my deepest gratitude for all of your support with not only “Fated to the Alpha’s – Chased by Chaos” but also the rest of the books within the Fated Universe. The beginning of “Fated Rejection – Fated Claim” had been a brief brush stroke that continued until something much bigger evolved. Each new character, each new journey, and each new struggle painted even more depth.

“Why do you always think that when the Council wants a Magickal brought to them, he’s going to get punished?” “He isn’t? It must be something about his blood, then. He’s an unregistered Magickal?” “Well, that’s the clincher, really. That’s why we specifically need you for this assignment. He’s a warlock and he has no idea, and he lives a Mundane as much as we know of, who manages to make himself a billionaire therefore he can afford to live outside of the grid.” I snort. “You’re kidding me. That’s like a made-up story.”

“He is at the bottom of the well, where I should have sent you. I will not make the same mistake this night. Come out! Let me in!” “Miranda! Was he wearing his Guardian’s Artifact? “Of course he was, even called out for him. Curral never came. He would never face me. Not for that. Curral Understands. They all need to understand. Sacha needs to understand!” “Understand what?” “That you are being betrayed, and so you betray me! There needs to be a new order. The old one will fall. Let me take you before then. Sacha will understand.” “Help me understand.”

Also, It showed she had what she needed to survive and what was in store for her going forward. This was going to be a very hard journey...for all of them. It would be the hardest for her, but none would escape the trials this war would bring. The chaos so far was only the beginning. It would get much worse. Vhaols was not a man who accepted defeat, and Albian knew in order to survive they would need to stay one step ahead. Life or death were truly the only options left to them. One missed step was game over for everyone, and the realm would plunge into darkness forever.

The fragments of Harper surged forward, and the whispering returned — louder, more commanding, uncontrollable. “You thought you could survive without me?” Harper purred from inside Lila. “Think again. I am eternal. I am chaos. And now… the real game begins.”

“Hey Ransom, were you someone’s bitch?” A peal of ominous laughter escapes Ransom’s throat. This might get bloody. “Oh no, Julia. I made every man in my block MY BITCH.” His voice goes from being humored, to lethal. “Julia, Carley isn’t a whore. She is just the only girl worthy of being the Chaos Queen.” He tuts her but doesn’t leave his seat. Ransom is unstable and unpredictable on his best day thanks to his sperm donor.