Seed Of Chaos Novels & Stories

This was entropy in its most primal state, the original chaos from which all forms of life, consciousness, and meaning had fought desperately to emerge like flowers blooming in the heart of a cosmic storm. Kai Jr., his young face etched with the weight of knowledge, called it the Primordial Chaos. "It's the raw entropy from which everything we are, everything we've ever been, struggled to escape," he explained, his voice barely above a whisper. "For eternities beyond counting, it has slumbered undisturbed in the deepest foundations of reality, content to remain dormant." But our light, the brilliant harmony we had painstakingly created across species and realms had inadvertently awakened som

“There are only thirteen universes in the outside world. Considering that the Thirteenth Universe was absorbed by the Omnipotent Lord into the First Universe and that a Macrocosm Core was taken away, does this mean that there are many other universes that are not born yet in the Chaos?” James was completely dumbfounded. The bird said nonchalantly, “That’s right. She was the one who sowed the Universe Seeds in the Chaos. However, these Universe Seeds were not created by her. Although she created a brand-new cultivation system based on some pre-existing rules, she did not yet have the ability to create Universe Seeds. To my understanding, these Universe Seeds came from the depths of the unknow

A gaping black hole in the middle of a crumbling world. Evryn stared down into the abyss, her heart pounding in her chest. It was hard to believe that this place—this very spot—was where it all began. The Seed had been here, buried deep beneath the layers of false data, ready to be activated. And now, it was time to face the true origins of the chaos that had enveloped their world. “Are you sure we’re ready for this?” Kai asked, his voice low but filled with the same determination Evryn had seen in him ever since they’d set out to undo the damage they’d caused.

They’d done it under his nose. His fists trembled. The last time Rosewood magic had been used unchecked, it had torn through the North like wildfire. Packs had turned against packs. Kings had fallen. Blood soaked the rivers. It had taken three generations to bury the truth. Now, something—or someone—was stirring again. And for the first time in centuries, the silence of the white wolves was broken. He turned sharply, boots crunching against the frost-bitten stone, and called over his shoulder. “Cassian.”

I'm not using any lipstick or liptint, because it's not necesarry—my lips are pinkish enough. Just as I was coming down the stairs, I could hear the loud guffaw of mom, dad and my youngest brother Liam. Hades Liam Hutchinson, that's his name. I don't want to call him Hades, because it sounds demonic. You know, Hades the evil god of underworld in greek mythology. When I finally got down the stairs, they greeted me in unison. “Good morning.” I greeted back with a straight face, before sitting on the seat next to Liam.