Supernatural Chronos Novels & Stories

Para akong nabagsakan ng langit ng muling maramdaman ang sakit, pighati at pagdurusang naranasan ko 2 decades ago. “Jarred!!!” Isang napakalas na sigaw ang pinakawalan ko habang humahalakhak ng malakas si Vincent at Zani. Ilang sandali pa ay may tumamang palaso sa likuran ni Vincent at napaluhod din ito. Agad na tumakbo papalapit sa kaniya si Zani. Inilibot ko an aking paningin at nakitang papalapit si Harris at Knoxx kasama ang daan daang mga kawal.

"Do you think the shards are in the wrong hands since you kept your emphasis on the world being in danger and we had to sa– " Mann chimed in. "I don't know, " Definitely wasn't expecting that. "I don't have the answer to everything, but I know it's as an outcome of the shards being used, without extensive knowledge of them. " "I still don't understand what you meant by; 'You didn't need heroes'. " "Part of my duties as the God of time is filtering out the Deviants. The Deviants are people who are not supposed to exist in the timeline. In other words, the Deviants are a mistake."

Brad asked Cage but Cage shook his head. "Kyla, tell them what you told me." Kyla came Forward. "I was ordered to look for information about Alpha Robert and I did. I found out that he was the mastermind in the attack on the Lycans years ago and he wants to attack us again, using his son as a reason this time," she glanced at Lara. Lara's eyes widened. What was she trying to say? She shook her head. "I'm not a part of any plan, you have to believe me."

“Because your timeline isn’t anchored to hers. You aren’t her rebirth. You’re her reckoning.” Before Marisella could respond, the pendant blazed again—and this time, it flared outward. A ring of violet light burst from her chest, surrounding the sigil blade and casting ghostly shadows across the chamber walls. From those shadows, a single figure emerged. A girl. Young—maybe thirteen—dressed in ceremonial robes and crowned with obsidian feathers. Her face mirrored Marisella’s, but softer, gentler... *before war hardened the soul.* The apparition spoke with no mouth. Her voice came from everywhere. *The choice was stolen. You must give it back.*

, he asked, sitting down beside him. Orion told him that he was brought here by the dark guy. Xassin, that was his name. He said he found him constantly changing form, and everything around him was the same. He brought him to Orion, after stabilizing him, and he managed to suppress the Chronons generated from him. They affected his body in many ways, like turning him old in the blink of an eye, and messing with his mind.

“Time to see the Council.” Alex nods but doesn’t say a word. However, his eyes reflect his misery as he waits for me to open the door. Councilmember Corbin James, Gadriel Saint, and Lukan Garron are standing on our front porch. The men look grim and austere as they gaze upon us. “Mikhail Cross, on behalf of the Supernatural Council, you are being remanded under the charge of murdering the human boy, Travis Gentry. Please step forward and release your wings.” I step forward and release my wings with flutter as each man takes a position to restrain them. Gadriel stands behind me and places a chain around my wings with a click. The chain is spelled to keep supernatural beings with wings grounde

His jaw was set, his eyes burning with quiet faith in her. She found her voice. “No, Cyrion. I won’t be your pawn.” For the first time, Cyrion’s smirk faltered. His eyes hardened into ice. “Then you’ve chosen the losing side.” The orb flared violently, light exploding across the temple. Murals cracked, stone splitting as ancient mechanisms roared to life. The ground heaved, and from beneath the altar, chains clattered and snapped. Something vast stirred below. Kaelen pulled Serenya back, shielding her as the floor split open. A gust of wind howled up from the depths, carrying with it a sound that was not human—a guttural, echoing roar.

★𝕬𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖆 The victory over the Chronos Collective was geometrically perfect, but elementally messy. While the Collective's physical fortress collapsed into linear stability, its core philosophical error the belief that existence must be absolutely controlled did not vanish. It condensed. My sensors registered a new, insidious presence, the Shadow of Time.

"So, how do we RSVP to this exclusive shindig without becoming part of the permanent choir?" "That's the catch," Justin admitted, a nervous laugh escaping him. "The guardian is an entity known only as the Chronos Sentinel. It's ancient, predates most of the current angelic host. Its purpose is to filter. To ensure only those with a true, unwavering purpose pass through. It reads intentions, memories, and desires. It will confront each of you individually, test your resolve." My breath hitched. Unwavering purpose. My purpose felt as fragmented as my soul. The Maw already claimed a part of me, leaving me less. Less whole. Less focused. The void hummed, an insidious lullaby.

he asked, his voice gravelly, echoing with years of knowledge and forewarning. My jaw tightened, my eyes reflecting the steel of his resolve. “Yes, I’m sure. I have to do this. I need to protect my daughter, my pack, and my family.” I replied without hesitation. Fisher nodded solemnly, understanding the weight of my decision. With a nod, he began chanting in an ancient language, his hands hovering over the Chronos amulet. The air around us grew colder, charged with energy as the amulet’s glow intensified. I could feel the power building, a tingling sensation crawling across the skin, tugging at the very fabric of reality.