All Chapters of Return of the God of war: Chaos awaits : Chapter 1
- Chapter 9
9 chapters
Chapter 1
CHAPTER 1 The iron bars creaked open, the sound chased by the violent slam of the aluminum door revealing a large shadow spread across the floor.At the threshold stood a six foot five inches man all polished in his camouflage uniform, his gold identification badge glowing faintly revealing his name, Eryx Caldrin. His fingers gripped tightly over a whip.At his sides stood two military guards, their eyes gleaming veilishly.Eryx walked in, taking slow deliberate steps with a devilish grin curved on his lips.Inside the cell sat Draven Khaelis on the bare cement floor with his ankles clammed to a huge chain.On reaching Draven, Eryx stood towering over him. “You think you can play smart, huh?” He said, striking Draven across his face, leaving his print on his cheek.Draven lifted his head slowly meeting those of Eryx but didn't say a word.Eryx waves his hand and the two guards walked in, and pinned Draven's hands to his back.“Let's see how much longer you'd keep shut.” Eryx sneered.
Chapter 2
Amid the ruins of crushed stone and fractured concrete, one guard still stood.Barely.His body trembled uncontrollably, not just from pain but from something far worse, terror that had sunk deep into his bones. Blood streaked down his temple, dust clung to his uniform, and one of his boots was buried beneath rubble he no longer had the strength to move.His chest rose and fell in shallow, panicked breaths.“Who… who is that man?”The thought echoed again and again in his mind, louder than the ringing in his ears.He watched as the helicopter shrank into the darkened sky, its sound fading until only silence remained. A kind of unnatural silence that was heavy and oppressive, like the air itself was afraid to move.His shaking hands clenched into fists, then loosened again, fingers refusing to obey him.He looked around slowly. Nothing was left.No pillars. No walls. No soldiers screaming orders or laughing in mockery.Only destruction.Bodies lay crushed into the earth, twisted beyo
Chapter 3
Seeing his men lay dead with shattered skulls, the leader scrambled back. Draven walked toward him with slow, deliberate steps, each one heavy enough to make the ground feel smaller beneath him. The air around him seemed to tighten, as though even oxygen feared his presence.The leader tried to crawl backward, palms scraping helplessly against the dirt, but Draven was already there.His hand shot out.Draven seized the leader by the collar and lifted him effortlessly. The leader’s body rose into the air like a rag doll, his boots dangling uselessly above the ground. His legs kicked instinctively, swaying back and forth as panic took over, his breath coming out in sharp, broken gasps.“Please…please let me go,” the leader sobbed, his voice cracking. Tears streamed freely down his face, cutting through the dirt and blood smeared across his skin. “I have a family… my wife.”The word hit Draven like a blade.“Wife.”It echoed in his head, over and over, louder than the chaos around them.
Chapter 4
Château Noireluxe rose at the center of Acaryn, sleek architecture wrapped around it like armor, flaunting wealth without apology.It wasn’t a hotel for tourists or businessmen. It was a playground for the ultra-rich—billionaires who burned money on bets, casinos, and women the way others burned cigarettes.For many girls, one night inside Noireluxe could change their entire trajectory.Noireluxe was more than luxury lodging; it was a marketplace of pleasure, power, and profit. A place where fun was currency and money bought everything else..Draven’s car pulled up directly in front of it.The tires screeched violently as the brakes were slammed, rubber crying out against stone before the car jerked to a sudden stop. The sound cut through the night like a blade, sharp and unapologetic.Instantly, the engine went silent.The quiet that followed felt heavy, deliberate, as though the car itself had been commanded to hold its breath.Three security guards stood in front of the entrance.T
Chapter 5
The bullet stood frozen in the air, three feet away from Draven.It hovered there unnaturally, suspended in the space between them, unmoving, untouched by gravity. The metal surface caught the faint glow of light, reflecting just enough to remind the guard that it was real. Not an illusion. Not a trick.“Huh?” the guard stuttered.The sound came out wrong, thin and confused. He took a step back, then another, boots scraping lightly against the marble floor. His breathing grew uneven as his eyes darted between the bullet and Draven, struggling to make sense of what his mind refused to accept.Draven smirked.Without touching it, without moving from where he stood, the bullet in the air rotated smoothly, turning backward until its tip faced the guard instead.Fear slammed into the guard’s chest.Adrenaline flooded his body in a violent rush. His heart pounded hard enough that he could feel it in his throat. Every instinct screamed at him to run. To flee. To escape while he still could.
Chapter 6
The elevator hummed as it ascended, its walls polished to a cold mirror shine. On the small digital panel above the doors, a single red number glowed: 1. No keypad. No buttons. No way to choose a floor. Just that lonely number hanging there like the verdict of a judge.“Why isn’t it to the decken?” Draven asked, his voice sharp, yanking Claire’s hair backward with a violent jerk.“Ouch!” Claire whimpered, her body jerking with the pain.“Answer me,” Draven ordered, his voice echoing inside the confined metal cage. His grip tightened around her scalp like a vise, flattening strands of her red hair between his fingers.“The…..the floor,” Claire stuttered, breath shaking as tears formed in her eyes. “The elevator is programmed to go to the floor above it. To get to the top floor you need to go through each admin security on each floor. The security gives access to the next…. next floor.”Château Noireluxe had once belonged to Khan Luxe, a titan of global real estate whose name meant pric
Chapter 7
Draven smirked, coiling Claire’s hair even tighter into his grip, like a rope pulled taut.“Idiots it is then,” he said, leaning casually against the wall to his right, still holding her hair in one hand as though she weighed absolutely nothing.Kaleb’s rage simmered, his jaw clenching.“Kill that moron!!” Kaleb barked.The men surged forward instantly, boots pounding the tiled floor, the rhythm sharp and heavy.They moved like a pack, broad-shouldered, red-eyed, muscles swelling under tailored suits. They were built for violence, trained for it, and yet Draven didn’t move an inch. He stood relaxed, unimpressed, his posture loose, like the whole situation bored him.“Now make this quick,” Draven said, signaling with two fingers for them to hurry up.“You’re a dead man,” one of the men spat, confidence coloring his voice.He reached Draven first and threw a punch, a fast one, practiced and deadly, but it sliced through empty air.“Huh?” the man muttered, confused.This was Ryker, Kaleb
Chapter 8
Kaleb’s body slipped down to the side into the elevator, limbs limp, face smeared with terror and disbelief. Draven nudged the corpse with a lazy kick, forcing it out as the elevator doors shut with an airtight snap.“2,” blinked the monitor overhead in sterile red.The descent, two floors, no more vibrated faintly through the metal box.The doors slid open with a hiss.Five well-equipped men stood ahead, spaced evenly before the corridor like lacquered statues fitted with guns and cigars. The hall was wide and polished, its tiles so clean they reflected shoes like black mirrors. A faint echo of disco music drifted down from Veyron’s party above, bass pounding, laughter swirling, glasses clinking. A world of champagne, ego, and lipstick stains sat just one level up, oblivious to the carnage rising beneath them.“We’re supposed to be up there having fun,” one guard complained, puffing smoke lazily into the chilled air, “but nooo, we just have to stand guard and look intimidating.”Anot
Chapter 9
Karen trembled harder as the doors slid open. Draven tossed the corpse to the side like ragged furniture and stepped into the elevator.“If he’s here… then he’s definitely going for Veyron.” She muttered, clutching her purse like it was armor.“I must inform him.” She added, digging frantically inside her purse before ripping her phone out.She dialed.“The number you’re calling is switched off.” The robotic voice said mockingly.“Fool!!” Karen hissed, stabbing the screen with her thumb to try again.She called the second number. Then the third. They rang endlessly.“What’s wrong with you, Veyron?! Pick up your damn phone!!” She thundered, her voice cracking with frustration.“You’re going to die!!” She shouted at her screen, as though he could hear her through sheer rage.★★★“Sir, Mrs. Kole is calling.” A tall, dark-skinned man named Luke said, lowering himself beside Veyron with the practiced obedience of a well-paid servant.“Ignore that bitch. I’m not ready for her tonight.” Veyr