Seed Of Chaos Novels & Stories

Zariah The doubt was in me now, and it would not leave, and it poisoned everything it touched. That was the worst of it, not that I believed Tasha, because I didn't, not clean, not all the way through. I'd caught the tell. I'd watched my mother's eyes flick down and left at the one question that mattered, and I knew, with the professional certainty I'd built my whole self on, that I'd been read a script. Belief wasn't the poison. The poison was doubt, and doubt didn't need belief to do its work. Doubt only needed a crack.

Chaos… an unstable force of nature, nothing within chaos was in order, it twisted everything. It was not able to disintegrate matter, but it was able to assimilate it into complete disorder, due to this, it had the power to nullify other types of attributes to an extent. Amongst its many properties, Chaos had the power to trigger mutation on living beings, bringing them power by filling them with miasma. It was a disruptive power, something that Humans should have never found. The boy, who was named Chaos by the scientists, was cataloged as a miracle child, someone that would bring a bright future to the world.

Sam could only endure, his frustration mounting as he cast a pleading look at Aria, silently asking her to beat Landon up. To his surprise, Aria smiled and leaned in to examine Sam's teeth, mirroring Landon's actions. Landon looked at her with a smile. "What do you think?" "It's indeed growing fast," Aria said thoughtfully. She tapped her fingers on Sam's side profile and asked Landon, "Do you have a solution?" Landon revealed his insight without hesitation. "According to ancient lore, the awakening of Chaos is triggered by avarice and savagery. To counter this, we could send him to Homer for purification."

I was not failing my pack. My eyes glowed darkly and I let my wolf take control. The power surged in me and I hauled before I fell. My wolf Shadow landed with a thud on its paws. My wolf could sense that she did not expect this resistance. She was whispering something that my wolf shook. 'Wolves of the Black Dessert Moon will not surrender.' Chaos broke loose. My wolf was unhinged and out for her blood. Her wavering cause madness from the pack. Her hold on them was broken. She stumbled back and whispered, but my wolf would not stop.

“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.

Flora innocently asks that makes Chantal smile gently as she pulls her daughter and hugged her. “ It’s because kids that get mad towards their parents will be blessed with a cursed seed and it calls the grudge. And when you are angry towards your family it will grow bigger inside your body until it grows bigger and then it will eat you alive” Chantal said in a sweet calming voice that still gives fear to Flora. “ I don’t want that to happen to me,” Flora mumbled as she hugged her Mother tightly. “ I will not be mad anymore,” Flora muttered. Chantal just look at her daughter who is holding her tightly.

It spiked my blood pressure. "Who wants to know?" I asked and turned to him. He had fully grown, well-trimmed beards, a pair of shallow eyeballs, a long nose and wide nostrils. His lips were black as night and the upper one hung out slightly above the lower one. His pupils were as pale as the Moon and his corneas were as white as peace. "I'm Kelvin, Son of..." he stopped. "Son of who? A gun or a bitch?" I asked him with a smirk.

“You’re the last one.” Outside the lab, dawn was breaking. The world beyond the shattered windows was silent, empty but real. For the first time, Clara didn’t question it. She stepped toward the light, barefoot, feeling the wind cold, raw, alive on her face. Behind her, the machines shut down one by one, their lights dimming into nothing. And far above, hidden in the clouds, a faint whisper of code rippled through the sky NEW SEED INITIALIZED. VERSION: THIRTEEN-A.

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.