The Lord Of Chaos นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I felt a tremor in my body at his stern tone. " Khai, I love you." I reached out to touch his hands, but he pulled away, causing me to whimper. " Please don't hate me for what I'm about to tell you," I begged. Khai gave nothing away. I'd never seen him this serious with me before. " Speak," he whispered. " My father is Sebastian Moono Vlad, the rogue king," I said. He stilled and then blinked a few times. Every alpha had heard of my father. He was notorious and wealthy because of his illegal ways. Time ticked by slowly, and my heart constricted.

Before I could respond, glass shattered behind him—his table lamp exploded. I looked past him and saw Hade. Burning with rage. Jackson didn’t even flinch. “It’s been happening often. I was thinking of inviting a monk for an exorcism,” he joked. I kept a straight face. Hade was furious. I wouldn’t laugh at him. “I’m Jarred’s father,” he continued, walking back to his table. He returned with a brown envelope and slid it across the table. “I still want to work with you.” My fingers twitched. I could almost feel myself ripping it in half. But Hade’s voice echoed in my mind:

“What the fuck was that?” “Aria can command your demons. I wouldn’t be surprised if she could command your whole army or damned souls.” Chaos said. “How?” I asked. “Your father is the product of a Demi-God correct?” Chaos asked. “Yes. But my Grandmother is a Titan. My Father is barely human.” I said. “That does not matter. The level of humanity is of no consequence, it only matters that you have humanity. And that the human descendant is of the Christian God. You could not have an Angel for a soulmate if you did not have a descendant of Christianity.” Chaos told us.

No reply came. But in his chest, the bond pulsed again. Stronger. And in that silence, he knew. She remembered something. Whether it was pain… or him… he didn’t know. But soon, he would. And then the real chaos would begin. Because Darian Draven wasn’t just a mate seeking love. He was a king seeking what was stolen. And he would not stop until every shadow was burned and every truth laid bare—until she stood beside him, whole, free, and his.

He did not feel like himself. “I have become a dog. Mage fetch! Let them do what they want. Let them destroy the balance, see the consequences. Then I will help clean up the rubble. You would not be proud of me.” “No you cannot think like that. Not with a purpose that great.” “It may be too great, unachievable. I want to get balance back to how it was. Mages need to be respected and back working with the guardians to protect us all. Not this! It is the Lord’s responsibility to give their mages direction, Mages guide the guardians to keep the peace, remove evil. But somewhere along the line the Lords have fallen. Misled with false impressions that they don’t need the guardians or the mages. A

This feeling is nostalgic but I feel like my glorious days when I was a child were coming back. I ran as fast I could around my enemy to create afterimages. I need to find an opening. I lowered my speed when I heard him laugh but I immediately brushed him off in my mind and continued what I am doing. “I told you, I know all the secrets in this world. I already saw this to happen. Just so you know, I am the chaos god of time and space, the one who created two of the nine umbra stones. But unfortunately, you were the one who destroyed my precious umbra stone of space so you’re going to pay for it,” he disclosed to me, then, he aimed his iron rod at his right side and it was almost inch before

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.”

They wore robes woven from creation and destruction, and in their hand, they held a key made of pure potential. “I am Chaos,” they said, their voices like the birth and death of stars. “You did not defeat the One Who Is Not. You gave it purpose. And now, I will bring balance to balance itself—with endless creation and endless destruction.” Chaos raised the key, and doors began to open across all existence—not doors of connection, but doors of chaos. Through them poured storms that could reshape worlds, plagues that could unmake life, and fires that could burn away everything that was.

My chest ached from breathing in too much heat and dust. It turned to face me—a towering monster covered in thick, obsidian scales that shimmered like armor under the sun. Three red eyes burned with fury, and its breath came out in steaming huffs that smelled like blood and ash. Every muscle in its body flexed with raw, violent power. I fired.