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Chaos and Order - A Multiverse Fanfic

Bred to be humanity’s Messiah. Betrayed into becoming its greatest Demon. Kai Stormborn died after exacting revenge. But death could not claim him. Reborn in the Primordial Tower. A battleground where Chaos and Order wage war. And Kai? He is neither. He is something far worse, carrying a Glitch — a forbidden anomaly that lets him devour magical creatures, assimilate their abilities, and evolve. To ascend beyond mortality, Kai must consume worlds, crush their champions, and rewrite their fates. He bends the Harry Potter timeline to his will. He manipulates the Great Houses of Game of Thrones like pawns. He fuses the very realities of Demon Slayer, Bleach, and more into his domain. His Breathing Style warps the laws of Reality Marbles. His mind becomes an Artificial Intelligence. His spirit wields the Will of D. Dumbledore fears him. The Akatsuki hunt him. The Gotei 13, the Warlords, the Jedi—all have stood in his way. All have fallen. Kai no longer walks as a mere Contestant—he is ascending into something Eldritch. Corpses stack like monuments in his wake and Timelines fracture as he upends the lores of the worlds. He does not follow Chaos. He does not obey Order. He bends Reality to his will. This is not a story of redemption. It is the legend of a demonic being who rewrote the rules of existence itself. But can you stomach what comes next? *************** No Harem. You can also try my new fanfic: Dr Blessed - In MHA With Lord Of Mysteries System, to read about Luke who has a Quirk to bestow Quirks upon others, along with Beyonder-powers from three Pathways! *************** For Patre0n and Discord links, check out Demonic Resurrection novel's synopsis. Disclaimer: Other than my OCs, I don’t own any character
droopyauthor · 3.1m Views

CROWNED IN CRIMSON

The night at the Lockwood estate was thick with the scent of jasmine and the unspoken weight of a hundred years. I stood on the balcony, the music from the ballroom fading into a haunting hum, and for a moment, the world felt still. Then, the air changed. Silas stepped out of the shadows, his presence a cooling balm to the fever of the evening. When he looked at me, it wasn’t just my face he saw—it was my soul, the broken parts I had tried so hard to hide. He reached out, his hand hovering near mine, hesitant, as if I were a fragile dream he was afraid to wake from. "You look like a memory," he whispered, his emerald eyes bright with a sorrow that mirrored my own. "But you feel like the future. I’ve spent a century in the dark, Lyra, just waiting for a light I didn't believe existed until I saw you." His touch was a soft frost, a promise of protection, a love that wanted to mend the cracks in my heart. For a heartbeat, I believed in miracles. I believed I could be more than the girl who survived the bridge. But then, a shadow cut through the moonlight. Jax was leaning against the stone railing, a glass of amber liquid in his hand and a smirk that felt like a blade. He didn't look at me with reverence; he looked at me with a hunger that made my blood sing in terror and desire. He stepped into my space, displacing the peace Silas had brought, smelling of woodsmoke and a dangerous, beautiful ruin. "Don't listen to him, little bird," Jax drawled, his blue eyes raking over me with a lethal intensity. "He wants to worship you in a cathedral of lies. I want to show you the truth. My brother loves the saint he thinks you are. I love the chaos I know is hidden beneath that pretty skin." He leaned down, his breath warm against my ear, a stark contrast to Silas’s chill. "He’ll catch your fall, Lyra. But I’m the one who will teach you how to fly in the dark." I stood between them—the moon and the storm. One offered a sanctuary built on secrets; the other offered a throne built on blood. And as I looked from the emerald gaze of the man who wanted to save me to the icy stare of the man who wanted to claim me, I realized the terrifying truth. I didn't just look like the woman who destroyed them. I was the spark that would finally set their world on fire. In the shadow of Mystic Ridge, the hunt for a heart has begun. One love will crown her. The other will bleed her dry.
Lolochou · 6.5k Views