Sword Of Chaos Novels & Stories

He didn’t hesitate to give her a reply. “My Chief Soul Weapon. Its name is Harbinger of Chaos. Harch for short. And I might say that it suits me quite well.”

As he runs out of bullets, he throws his gun somewhere and immediately takes his sword out. This is the Chaos everybody is afraid of, the Chaos that everyone knows that can kill mercilessly. Every man that will point a gun at him he kills them, it’s either he will cut their hand, arm or even slash them that will make them shower in their own Blood. Chaos is full of blood, but amazingly it’s not his. A man from behind tried to stab Chaos with a knife but he did make it as he got shot by a gun, it’s Hell. “how dare you go into a war without one of us?” Hell said.

As for the lolita, she said, “Senior, you spent so many spiritual stones just to buy this kind of garbage wood? Isn’t that a foolish thing to do? The last time when you picked up the Chaos Bell, that was due to your ability. So why would you write it off as a favor to Sanctuary World? They’re the ones who didn’t appraise their goods properly, and no one else is to blame.” Alex was in a fabulous mood. “That’s true, but I just want to show my gratitude. As cultivators, we need to have a grateful heart.” Not long later, another new item came up. This time, the Chaos Tree didn’t move, but Neela did. It was a sword. The name of the sword was Sinking Snow. ‘I didn’t expect to see this sword here.

he shrugged and took the water bottle from Yara. "Thank you," he said to her and drank it whole. "I so much despise this Gora," she announced while riding up the stairs with Zaviar and Yara flanking her. "The Pakistani boys are much better than them." "Just because you couldn't have colorful eyes and blonde hair doesn't mean you should be jealous of the one having." She locomoted her body to look at the face of none other than Abraham Chauhdry. He was standing two steps behind her. His electric green eyes were contracted into narrow slits due to bright sunlight. His blonde hair shimmered in the sunshine. Minahil was too busy glaring at him

I cursed in my mind. I'm still impressed on how he throw it. He knows it... Because it is a bladed card and that is not a typical or a common card that you can see anywhere. It's one of a kind. It has a silver thin-blade on it's sides and it can cut the skin of a anything, even anyone. I smirked. But still, Xeena. You must focus on the target, in the enemies. I moved hiddenly my hand to pick up my bladed cards to. If he wants us to fight with cards, then I'm in. This time, I picked up two cards. The first one has a blade and the second one has a poison. "Why are you smirking? Look, I'm not dead yet! " The purple-eyed said.

Mike uttered "I know this is a trap. Call Francis and Nathan and tell them to meet me downstairs." Sol took a quick trip back to his "control room" and grabbed the light weapons he could get. Sol grabbed a prototype weapon his friend, Alexandrei, had created before. Although it was not yet perfect still, it was one of the first weapons they made before, and they called it CHAOS I. "I'm sorry, Drei, let me borrow this for a while." When he was all set, Sol went downstairs and saw Francis and Nathan bantering again, "No! That's impossible. You are going to hack into an international system! Do you really want to die?"

Determined. Something stirred within Chloe, battling against the fear that wrapped around her like cutting chains. Whatever it was waking up inside of her reacted to the presence of this male as he dominated the space around them. The winds had cut across his cheeks and nose to leave them pink and flecks of snow clung desperately to the wisps of jet black hair peeking out from under his woollen hat. He looked different in what appeared to be fatigues. There were crisp sharp edges that were almost as deadly as the assault rifle strapped to him. The black of the material seemed to absorb the light around it. He looked deadly and it had Chloe's mouth drying up as a curious thirst wracked her. A

"Arson is intense, but I've been friends with him since junior high when he pulled my ponytail for pulling him to the ground. He is a cuddly teddy bear underneath all that attitude." Storm sighs, "If you say so, Cactus." He shakes his head in disapproval mumbling at how he isn't so sure. "You know Jen, JT, and I are here if you need us. Think of us as your weapons if you need us to be." He walks off to the tack room before I can respond to him so I walk to the stair at the back of the barn and up the loft. 'Storm can think what he likes, but I know how to handle Chaos.' Chaos is the weapon I've been able to wield for the majority of my life.

I fought alongside Cain, our magic entwined in a deadly dance, as we pushed back the enemy forces. Amidst the chaos, I spotted a figure lunging toward Cain, sword raised high. Time seemed to slow as I stretched my hand out, desperation lending strength to my voice. “Stop!” I cried, and at that moment, lightning streaked across the sky, striking the assailant’s weapon. The blade shattered into pieces, leaving Cain unharmed. It was a reminder that my powers had been restored, and I marveled at the wonder of it all.

I am not surprised because not only is that idiot disrespectful, he is also disloyal and smells an awful lot. I scanned my mate and found one of the many daggers designing her body missing. I didn’t say nothing. Without a word or missing a beat, she walked calmly towards the empty chairs and I was right behind her to pull out her seat for her. “Who the fuck threw the knife?” Lionel barked out in rage “I did” Chaos answered calmly as she leveled him with an intense glare “You fucking bitch! Who do you think you are? Do you know who I am?” he spat out