Ragnarok Project Chaos Novels & Stories

Lauren stammered, she shifted in her chair trying to reach him, she prayed that that was indeed her child and not her mind or the clone playing games on her. “I would let you guys catch up but we do not have much time,” the clone said, making everyone quiet. “This game is simple, who’s going to survive? Now since you couldn’t choose earlier, I made the stakes higher. Each of you will choose who will die or the baby and the lady…” he pointed to Jane who instinctively moves a step back and away from him. “Will die and of course, I will do the honors of pulling the trigger” he finished.

I drew a little stick figure standing behind the crown figure, drawing a tiny arrow pointing from its mouth to the crown's ear. "Step Two," I continued, adding a little magic star in the corner of the page. "While we pretend to rule the kingdom together, you are going to use all your resources to figure out how to switch our bodies back." Lucas let out a snort, shaking his head. "That is the most childish plan I have ever seen. You don’t think this will actually work.” "Hey! It's a foolproof plan!" I snapped, defensively sliding the paper away. "What's wrong with it?"

Their breath came in gasps. Ragnar's whole body jolted when her tongue caressed his. He pressed her on the bed, her wrists pinned above her head, and for a moment just a heartbeat, they weren’t enemies or lovers or cursed creatures. They were chaos. Matched flame to flame. And then, he broke away. Ragnar pulled back with a ragged growl, breath wild, pupils blown wide. His forehead dropped to hers, sweat and fury mixing between them. “If I stay,” he breathed, voice raw, “I won’t stop.”

-ZOYA- Attack? What attack? "I'm leaving!" I blurt out, completely fed up. Ragnar turns to face me for the first time, with a look of pity. "I don't think you understand how that blood pact works yet, little wolf." I don't care, I want to say, but the words feel stuck in my throat. Ragnar stares at me with such intensity that made me want to grab a hacksaw, tear the ground open and jump inside.

As she contemplated this, another message window appeared; [ALERT; YOU HAVE SYNTHESIZED THE SKILL: MOLECULAR TRANSMUTATION WITH THE SKILL; BLOOD CONTROL! UPDATING PHANTASM! YOUR BLOOD HAS NOW CHANGED INTO A FORM OF PLASMA-LIKE ENERGY! YOUR BOND TO ALTERNATE SPACE: CRIMSON VOID HAS BEEN ENHANCED!] [ERROR! YOU HAVE NOT MET THE NECESSARY CONDITIONS TO ACCESS FULL CAPABILITIES!] ***

said Chaos. The Orcs seemed eager, cheering for him, while the former slaves were a bit concerned. "Then please, my Lord, let me be the first to be blessed by your powers," said Dura, walking towards Chaos. Chaos nodded as he didn't mind her being first. "Sure thing, Mutagenic Miasma," said Chaos, conjuring the spell he had created, which created a special miasma with very high mutagenic qualities within it, a bit of this black fog-like substance was enough to cover Dura's entire body.

Ananse gritted her teeth in rage but kept herself composed. There were only two ways to learn about the Reaper. It was either his voice reached out to you like he did with Mane, or his power reached out to you like he did to Loki. For you see, the entire sequence of events that had led to Ragnarok were born from the hand of the Reaper. It was he who had started everything and had polluted Loki’s children. He had used them as mere puppets in his bid to consume the True Universe. He had failed to do so, but the True Universe had been weakened greatly as a result of his actions. While the gods still stood strong, the Chaos Beasts who had been created to protect the True Universe had been lost.

"Now take the others with you. He said the Bloodclaws would retreat after Ragnar. While he watched, Ragnar saw the Kraki and Volgards killed by Chaos Marines. I also knew that although they were advancing slowly and relentlessly like automatons on the open floor of a temple, they still had to file a lawsuit. As they walked, he heard their surreal and haunting laughter. They were under the protection of an evil force, Ragnar thought. Then he was sure it was time to go. Let's go!' RAGNA Ryelle danced across a stone bridge away from the temple. He didn't have to look behind him to see if others were following him. He felt them standing behind him and smelled their terrible, angry odor. He suspe

We established stakes (meaningless points). The chaotic energy pouring from the tear hesitated. It was being offered a conflict, but a structured one. A game. It was a form of nonsense it could understand. It liked games. With a sound like a universe shrugging, the raw chaos coalesced. It formed into a single, shimmering, mischievous entity—a Game Master from the chaos realm. It looked like a child’s scribble given sentience and a profound love of rules-lawyering. “I accept your terms!” it declared, its voice the sound of dice rattling in a cup. “My realm will hide first! Seek this!”

They wore robes woven from creation and destruction, and in their hand, they held a key made of pure potential. “I am Chaos,” they said, their voices like the birth and death of stars. “You did not defeat the One Who Is Not. You gave it purpose. And now, I will bring balance to balance itself—with endless creation and endless destruction.” Chaos raised the key, and doors began to open across all existence—not doors of connection, but doors of chaos. Through them poured storms that could reshape worlds, plagues that could unmake life, and fires that could burn away everything that was.