Chaos Ruler Novels & Stories

It wasn't even a day but I was sure of one thing. I was royally screwed!

“R-Re...demp...tion, nev--er ca-ca...me” Then everything went black. ***

Only the royal family of Aekkicion can use the Primordial Chaos magic as their family was the first to use it, Adrian is apart of this family. Chaos magic causes destruction, if not control properly the magic will slowly control you. To control this magic you need to let it control you, you need to give it control, but by doing this you will lose yourself but if you don't your magic will be unstable and Chaos magic is already unstable. Even the royal family can not control their Primordial Chaos magic as they need the blessing of Chaos, which they can only get from their ancestor, Samael. -

“He is at the bottom of the well, where I should have sent you. I will not make the same mistake this night. Come out! Let me in!” “Miranda! Was he wearing his Guardian’s Artifact? “Of course he was, even called out for him. Curral never came. He would never face me. Not for that. Curral Understands. They all need to understand. Sacha needs to understand!” “Understand what?” “That you are being betrayed, and so you betray me! There needs to be a new order. The old one will fall. Let me take you before then. Sacha will understand.” “Help me understand.”

Finally, Vhalos spoke. “You may not have known today would be the day, but deep down, although you deny it, you knew...you knew this day was coming. You knew I would not give up...I will find her. I will have her, and I will rule her and the world that she spawns. This, deep down, you know too. You fear it, but that doesn't change what you know.” Albian swallowed his fear, giving him time to speak carefully. Vhalos was dangerous, always, but more so when he was about to gain something he coveted.

Kaelion had left hours ago to make the preparation for the Alpha King. The Alpha King was coming. Darian Rhys Draven. She had heard his name more than a few times in her past life—a name wrapped in both reverence and fear. The ruler of the Obsidian Moon Pack. The Alpha of Alphas. Ruthless, powerful, and untouchable. He was the embodiment of control and strength. No one defied him and lived to speak about it. And today, he was coming to bear witness to her becoming Luna to Kaelion—the very man who had orchestrated her death once.

“That’s right.” Xezal’s pleasant voice resounded. “Reveal your appearance. I’d like to see what the mysterious and legendary servant of our race’s Patriarch looks like.” Youri stared at Xezal. Xezal replied, “It’s not time yet. Although you’ve become the Doom Race’s Patriarch and gained the support of the Dooms, you’ve not acquired the Chaos Token. My lineage has a rule that we follow. Those without the Chaos Token aren’t allowed to see our true appearances.”

Chaos chuckled, his voice like booming thunder. “You dare!” Sango screamed in rage and pulled out a machete. His aura rose into the sky as though to contend with Chaos’s, but alas, he had forgotten his place. Even kings like Ra and Brahman only dared to watch. How then could one who was here merely by merit of an absent ruler, be worthy of facing Chaos? “Oh? Foolish” Chaos muttered simply and slapped down.

No chains. No kings. Just wolves, untamed and free. And the world? It would never be the same again. The morning wind stirred through the ruins, carrying the last whispers of the old world into silence. Lyla stood at the center of it all not a ruler, not a queen. Just the one who had ended an empire. But destruction was only the beginning. Eli’s voice was measured. “A world without rulers will not be an easy one.” Jorah nodded. “Some will see this as chaos.”

The recent rampage had seemed to be lightly suppressed by him, yet in truth, the seal had cracked and the foundation had been destabilized. The Power of Chaos was inherently unrestrained and bound by no laws. Now that it repeatedly collided within Elijah's body, it was not only eroding his vitality but also constantly tearing at his soul essence. If he remained unconscious for too long, the Power of Chaos would fully seize dominance. By then, even for him, an incarnation of the heavens, reclaiming Elijah would require paying several times the price. Carl lifted his fingers slightly and gently brushed aside the messy strands of hair on Elijah's forehead, his movement carrying a trace of reluc