The Chaos Chapter Fight Or Escape Novels & Stories

#HAREM_OF_LUST 🔞 #Chapter 16 🦂🦂🦂🦂🦂🦂🦂🦂🦂🦂🦂 🦂🦂🦂🦂🦂🦂🦂🦂 🦂🦂🦂🦂🦂🦂 🦂🦂🦂🦂 🦂🦂 🦂 #SADIQ Escaping and getting out of Marida sure wasn't easy, considering my condition but thanks to Jasmine's medicine, I was able to feel a whole lot better, Thanks to Frahan we were both able to sneak out of Marida right under the noses of the guards keeping a look out for me and Jasmine.. Both Jasmine and I disguised ourselves as slaves of Al-muktar escorting Al-muktar's merchandize out of the city... Even as we escaped out of Marida , we didn't come off our disguises because we were still in Marida's territory and we had to be careful of guards or assassins.

“I know you know the story I’m writing was about the past. The chapters I’ve been writing these past few days don’t make sense anymore; I keep writing scenes that don’t fit the plot, and I’m trying to find my way back. I don’t know how to end it, Hade.” He stared at me — at my eyes — like he could see right through me. But then everything went black. No Hade. No Hank. No Jarred. No fire. Like someone had flipped a page I wasn’t ready for. I steadied myself, breathing in, breathing out. It’ll come back, I whispered in my head, over and over.

Not used to solid ground, clothes, dry air, Chaos was exhausted, hating the world of people even more. The girl clutched her head and began to swing quickly, actively gesticulating and pointing at the door, then at the window with a view of the sea. Black pupils filled the iris of her distraught eyes and suddenly, breathing heavily, Nocté froze. Instantly closing her mouth, she listened and rushed out of the apartment. Shaking off the remnants of the water, Chaos followed her.

She stumbled, the remote sliding across the concrete floor with a clatter. I dove for it, heart surging with hope, but she recovered fast, pressing a button on her sleeve instead. Alarms blared, doors hissing open as rogues swarmed the room… dozens flooding in, snarling, piling on us with overwhelming numbers. I freed Zeph in the chaos, deactivating the shock from the remote, ripping the chains that held him… he grunted but held, alive. We fought back-to-back, my silver fur gleaming as power exploded through me... claws slashing throats, jaws crushing bones in sprays of blood. Zeph, weakened but fierce, tore into them beside me, brown fur matted with gore as we carved a bloody path through t

My eyes were violently bloodshot, and my lips were swollen, bruised, and sporting a fresh, stinging cut at the corner of the lower lip. How did I get myself into this? I whispered to myself, pulling frantically at my hair. I’ve never hurt a soul in my life, so why is this happening to me? How do I even escape them? The police, who are supposed to protect citizens from people like them, are entirely terrified of their name. How am I going to survive this? I splashed freezing water over my face, carefully rewrapped the thick scarf around my neck to hide the marks and went to sleep.

I tried to break free, but the man pressed his hands against my chest and drove my whole body back into his, pinning me so hard I couldn't move. The overwhelming sensation broke through the last of my resistance. After such a long time feeling closed off and unresponsive, my body betrayed me and came alive in a way I could no longer ignore. The sensation spread until it filled me and drowned out everything else. I knew I needed to escape, but my body wouldn't obey.

“MOVE!” Leon shoves me sideways— just as the ground explodes where I stood. Dark energy erupts upward like a spear— missing me by inches. I hit the ground hard, roll, and come up fast. No time to think. No time to breathe. Only fight. The void around us has no shape now. No structure. Just chaos— alive, shifting, attacking from every direction. “You said worse,” I snap, dodging another strike that tears through the air. “…I underestimated…” Leon coughs, barely steady on his feet.

A bell rang—soundless, but felt deep in the bones. The shadows moved. Figures in crimson cloaks emerged from the far corners of the chamber. Eyes burning. Blades raised. They’d been waiting. Doran unleashed a blast of light, shattering two cloaked figures. Kael charged with a roar, Ironhides beside him. The chamber erupted into chaos. Mira grabbed the girl and ran, shouting to Lys, “Get them out!” The scout nodded, already leading two freed captives toward the stairwell. Kael fought like a force of nature, claws tearing through enemy flesh. But more came.

It was resolve. This time, she wouldn't fight just for herself. She would fight for the girl in the pod. For the prophecy they'd tried to warp. For the mate bond they couldn’t overwrite. And next time, when she escaped… It wouldn’t be a simulation. It would be war. End of Chapter Thirty-Five …………………………

My body trembled violently, but I forced myself forward. The hallway stretched before me, dark and uncertain. The house was still full of them. I didn’t know where Ryuu was. And I didn’t know if he was even alive. The question clawed at me, but hesitation wasn’t an option. Time wasn’t on my side. Every second could be my last. There was no plan, just instinct. And instinct screamed at me to survive. Pressing my back against the hallway wall, I forced a breath into my lungs, trying to steady the chaos inside me. Fear and fury were the only things keeping me upright. I needed to find a way out.