Romans & histoires Unseen Chaos

“We discover in which they’re hiding next. This wasn’t their very last flow —it’s simply the start of something worse.” As I stared at the sparkling map on Vanessa’s screen, my telecel smartphone buzzed with some other message. Unknown: “You’ve destroyed our tools, however chaos has already taken root. You can’t forestall what’s coming.” I clenched my fists, my clear up hardening. “They assume chaos is their weapon. They’re wrong. We’ll forestall them, irrespective of the cost.”

Not the power to fight, but the power to let go—to accept that creation and destruction were not enemies, but parts of something larger that did not need balancing. As they gathered this power, Chaos appeared before them, their obsidian skin gleaming with the light of a thousand dying stars. “You think you can stop the cycle?” Chaos laughed, their voice shaking the doors of chaos around them. “The cycle exists now. To unmake it would be to unmake everything. Even love.”

"Reality bonded to chaos virus rather than infected by it. Unprecedented." "Everything we do is unprecedented," Dark-me replied. "Might as well be consistently inconsistent." Through Luna's new perception, we saw what approached—not calm but sustainable chaos. Unpredictability we could surf rather than drown in. But her human aspect, the part that remained mortal despite everything, whispered: "I volunteered my divine nature. But my human side wants to bond too. Separately. Mortality touching chaos directly." The aspects froze. Goddess touching chaos was dangerous enough.

Even though there was a certain kind of youth to her, I did not miss the thick muscles along her arms and legs. The last to step out was Chaos, who would have easily been one of the most beautiful men I had ever seen, if it weren't for the sinister light to his eyes. It had nothing to do with the fact that they were a rich shade of crimson, which stood out brightly from his onyx hair. It was the glint of satisfaction in them when he noticed I wasn't alone, that there would be others to take out before grabbing me. A washed-out band t-shirt and some torn jeans completed the look, though there was nothing salvageable within this man. A sociopath through and through.

I swiftly turn around, only to find an empty space devoid of any presence. "Stella, you're becoming afraid of your own shadow," a voice taunts me, echoing through the air. Ignoring the unsettling feeling, I retrieve my soda and pivot to return to my room. Suddenly, an unknown assailant seizes me from behind, covering my nose and mouth with a peculiar-smelling cloth. "I warned you that we would reunite," the voice declares, sending shivers down my spine as I instantly recognize its source. Struggling to resist, I desperately attempt to fend off my attacker, but my limbs refuse to obey my commands. Gradually, the battle becomes futile as my eyelids grow heavy, eventually succumbing to the dark

Chapter 98 The city seemed calm at first glance, its streets glimmering under fractured neon, puddles reflecting a distorted reality. But we knew better. A deeper threat lingered—not visible, not audible, not tangible in any ordinary sense. It moved through systems, signals, and the very infrastructure we had mastered. This adversary didn’t rely on chaos or fear, but on control at a systemic, invisible level.

They guide me to-nowhere. I don’t know why I was suddenly felt nervous. Haist! What a mess! First, is why the men, including Axry, suddenly left us—all girls in the island. Second, why are they supposed to have a surprise today? There was no occasion or anything for them to surprise me. Third, why am I so nervous now? After a while we suddenly stopped walking, and they finally let go of me. “Can I take off the blindfold now?” I told them with an annoyed expression.

Darkness was tripping in slowly,and cows were coming more closer to the homestead. Otuma who had gone to his eldest son’s hut,was alerted and he quickly walked towards the entrance to the homestead,where he saw Kalwan standing outside,with his spear by his side,and cows grazing in a rather fast way.There was a hint of inexpressible weariness in the stoop of Kalwan’s shoulders.Otuma’s face shone in excitement,and he started laughing heartily. His pace towards his friend increased considerably, and he could not hold back tears of joy. Kalwan looked at him, shook his balding head, in awe and started walking towards Otuma.Kalwan’s fiercely intelligent eyes seemed to be gazing at something momen

Many tried to run but were suddenly crushed by a mental wall that began to cage everyone in. All sounds faded and an ache ran through Trix’s head. She felt herself being pulled in a direction which she did not know. Her vision blurred and the pain grew. She fell to her knees. It was as if her head was about to explode she felt as if she was going to die. ‘Stop fighting it,’ a voice echoed through the chaos. ‘It is who you are Trixiana.’ ‘Open your eyes, Trix.’ ‘Open your eyes!’ Trix eyes snapped opened and she met the concerned hazel eyes of Tristan.

THALRION "Someone from my circle is about to betray me but how? There’s a difference between chaos and control. Most people don’t understand it. They think chaos is unpredictable. Wild. Uncontainable. They’re wrong. Chaos follows patterns. You just need to be intelligent enough to see them. That’s why I don’t fear it. I use it. Bend it into something useful. But betrayal? Betrayal is different. It doesn’t announce itself. It doesn’t follow rules. It creeps. Quiet. Patient. Waiting for the exact moment to strike. And right now? I can smell it. Not literally. But close enough. Something is wrong. I stand at the center of what used to be my boardroom. The new one. Because the last one? Burned.