The Chaos Agent Audiobook Novels & Stories

So I finally look up and see an eight-year-old girl annihilate my front display like she’s reenacting Fast & Furious: Bookstore Drift. Books everywhere. Glorious chaos. Behind her is a woman. A beautiful woman. A diner-uniform, exhausted beyond salvation, mascara-smudged, hair-falling-out-of-the-bun-but-still-somehow-sexy beautiful woman. She stops dead when the books hit the floor. “Oh my God—no, no, no—I’m so sorry—she’s just—today has been—I—please don’t kick us out—” The panic in her voice is pure, distilled chaos.

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.”

Rather, for the first time since I laid eyes on him, he looked wounded, like somehow whatever I said next had the ability to deal a killing blow. As much as I didn't want to believe it, it made sense. Far more sense than anything else I've ever been told about this war. The big thing, though, it made sense with what I had seen in that cell. The painful cries, that manic laughter, everything just made sense. When we were learning about the war in history, the professor had just told us that the Beastial kingdom attacked them at the treaty signing, then restarted the war, but that hadn't sat well when we started learning about the battles. He had specifically said that the front lines were uno

His chest felt tight, a knot of anxiety twisting with each beat of hisheart. His hands trembled, the tremors betraying the turmoil inside. His pulse hammered, a chaotic mix of pain, want, and something else—something he wasn't ready to name, something that felt dangerously like hope, a traitorous "icker in the darkness. Then, without thinking, driven by an impulse he didn't understand, a desperate need to contain the chaos, to shut out the world, he grabbed the chain. The metal wascold and rough against his skin as he yanked, the heavy bay door groaning in protest as it began its descent.

Because the message was only one sentence long. One sentence. Twenty years of silence. Twenty years of questions. Reduced to seven words. I swallowed hard. Then read it aloud. “If you’re reading this, we’re already losing.” Nobody spoke. The words settled over the room like smoke. Darius cursed under his breath. Zariah stared at the page. I stared at Gabriel’s handwriting. For the first time since this nightmare began, he no longer felt like a ghost. Ghosts don’t leave messages. Ghosts don’t make plans.

I hurried past the bar, my eyes met those of the Bartender and there was a glow in his eyes I hadn’t noticed before. “Are you okay?” he said. I shook my head. I felt my temperature rise and a slight ache was creeping up my joints. My muscles started to feel tense. My hair pores started to look like big rashes and they itched as the hairs on my body began to grow longer. My palms began to expand as my nails extended further. My ears felt like they were drawn out. I could hear the slightest sound of a foot leaving the ground, a house fly buzzing, frantic heartbeats and drinks getting poured into cups. The music became almost a hundred times louder. I could nearly hear people’s thoughts and fee

" Of course you are free from my control, I need to get something in other to Extinguish the Existence and We shall have our Revenge on the Creator...This time, The Host will be the defeated and slaughtered ones " " It's time to start the Chaos "

He looked at me briefly, that twinkle still in his hazel eyes, before he returned his gaze to Jaye. Mage Jaye was shaking her head pretty adamantly. “Chaos, you mean,” she said. “You operate under the principals of chaos. Without order, there is anarchy, and that’s what you strive to create. You’re here to try and entice a young mage into a dangerous world that, if she is foolish enough to take your offer, will end in nothing but trouble for everyone involved.”

Aidan, my agent, said he would do his best and get back to me later. As I got home, I realized that I had nothing to do today. That wasn't a problem, was it? I brought a book that had been on my T-B-R list for weeks and found that I didn't enjoy the book. Since it was a very dull day, I also saw a horror movie for a good five minutes before turning it off and putting on a romantic movie I had seen five times before.

The agent tries to keep herself awake by talking to herself. "....that is if I haven't lost my mind by then. I could always eat the rat, raw...yeah, I can do that...I will..." Karla was conversing to herself as she looked at the rats that were going back and forth as if they were searching for food in her cell. "I could be their food in the next couple of days...well Karla, you're talking to yourself again and it hasn't even been two days. At least I think so..."