Son Of Chaos Novels & Stories

The chaos between her and her parents. The chaos between her and the other stars. The chaos between her and the fans. The chaos between her and HIM. How will a love story start when in the beginning, there's so many things she have to fix. When will the time her past has to be known. When will the time his secrets will be reveal. *************************** Nag-flat na ang linya ng apparatus, tumigil na ang heartbeat niya, kaya sinusubukan ng mga doktor na ibalik ang heartbeat niya.

was being choked by the stubbornness of a man who refused to be a part of the design. “SYSTEM ERROR,” the spire boomed, the voices of a thousand dead worlds screaming in unison. “THE SHIELD IS UNREGISTERED. THE ANOMALY IS SPREADING. INITIATE SELF-PURGE.” "Mama! Grab his hand!" Leo’s voice came from the dust. My son was standing, his linen tunic torn, his chest bleeding, but his eyes were a blinding, celestial silver. He reached out his hand to me, and I reached for Nevan.

She and my nana talks for a while before she goes back inside to get her children so they could follow me to the shop. Ms.May comes back out with two people behind her, a boy and a girl. The boy is really tall, looking to be around 6'1, with neat curly hair on his head. The girl is around my height but with a more curvy body, and she is gorgeous with her curly hair as well. "This my son, Dave, and my daughter, Xeno." she says as she points to the boy and the girl. "Hey, nice to meet you, I'm Lesha, Ms.Ox's granddaughter. Thank you for agreeing to show me where the shop is." I say warmly as I look at them with a smile.

Chapter Four I was just eight-years old when I my father came back to our home. Yes, he left us for the Bruse Mafia. He worked there for years, he use all his knowledge to work to them but because of changes, he decided to leave that organization. And of course, the consequences of that, he'll die. And so as my Mom. But little did we know, before that tragedy happened, when he came back, he introduced Freyia as my step-sister.

"I didn't do anything to you. You betrayed me. Why? Just tell me why." His face was a wreck. Tears running down it. He wanted an answer. Fine. I'd give him one. He was the only son of the Moretti family. Born to be the Don. And he walked away. For me. His father pressured him every way you can pressure a man. He didn't budge. He wouldn't come home. He worked as a real-estate agent. Long hours. Took everything he made and brought it home. He said one day he'd save enough and he'd buy us a house.

His chest still heaved from the run, but it wasn’t from exhaustion—it was from the gnawing ache in his chest, the restless clawing of Chaos inside him. Every fiber of him itched to go back upstairs, to throw open the doors to his bedchamber and see her. To assure himself that she was still there. That she was safe. Chaos snarled in his mind, [Stubborn!] His grip tightened on the glass. He downed another swallow, ignoring the beast pacing inside him. If he gave in now, if he so much as looked at her, he would lose the fragile leash of control he still held. She was Cain’s daughter. The daughter of a traitor. She wasn’t supposed to matter. She was supposed to be a captive, nothing more… A bree

Carysse’s ears perked at that. “You are?” Chaos drew in a breath and slowly released it as if preparing to reveal himself–the one thing that he couldn’t do that day, as he claims. “You are the first to hear this after how many years that I didn’t dare tell it to anybody ever since Mahan took everything away.” His eyes never left Carysse. “I am Chaos Vahamor, the only son of the reigning king. And Prince Saizen Lifir is my cousin.”

he continued. I immediately picked it up when I saw that there was only about a minute left in the bomb. I quickly entered my son's birthday while my tears were running down through my cheeks. The timer finally stopped. Tremblingly, I released the detonator and met the sight of Chaos. "Why?" I asked weakly. "Why did you save my son?" He smiled at me. "Because he's my son, too." I bit my lower lip to stop myself from sobbing. "I hated you..." Chaos stated and closed his eyes. "But... I am also thankful because you lent me your son," he added.

Emorie glanced at me, “Okay now you’re starting to scare me. You really know nothing about our world, did you? Cormac Graves? As in Prince Cormac Graves?” “So he’s a prince?” “Not just any prince.” She corrected, “He’s the Lycan prince of the realm. King Killian’s son.” Oh! “Yeah,” She said, taking in my expression, “He’s royalty, but we all call him the devil prince, or in other words, Chaos.” Chaos. I tested the word on my tongue. “Why Chaos?” “Because he’s like... the God of destruction.” Emorie waved her hands all over the place, “I don’t even know how to put it, but he’s… intense.”

said a voice she knew too well. Alicia stood and watched the astral projection of her father enter the room. He wore the red and gold robes of chaos, beneath his cowl only the red of his eyes could be seen. He paced slowly in front of her, each second that passed made her anxious. Was he here to judge her? To laugh in her face and tell her that she had already lost? Or was he here because she was the heir apparent to the throne of chaos and he needed a proper successor. At least that's what he told her the day the war began, that only she could take his place as the demigoddess of chaos. Although the Collective would never allow such a thing to come to pass. The Gods wanted her dead for kill