All Chapters of Return of the God of war: Chaos awaits : Chapter 21
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CHAPTER 21
Miss Chaudhry stood slowly to her feet, her spine straightening as though instinct itself demanded it. Her eyes locked onto the man before her, sharp and disbelieving, tracing him from his boots to his shoulders, then finally to his face.“Draven… Khaelis?” she muttered.The name felt wrong on her tongue. Like speaking the dead back into the world.Her breath caught. Her hands trembled—just slightly.“How is that even possible?” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.Draven stood unmoving.Yet the room felt smaller, tighter, as though the walls themselves had leaned in. His eyes were cold, piercing straight through her confusion, her disbelief, her authority.“Where is Dragna?” he commanded.The words were not loud, but they struck with weight. Not a question. But an order.Miss Chaudhry swallowed.“I’m certain I’m not dreaming,” she muttered to herself, her gaze flicking again over his face. “So… he must be a ghost.”Her thoughts raced.“He's dead, I heard Veyron confirm it. So
CHAPTER 22
“What do you want with him?” Miss Chaudhry gasped, her voice breaking as panic clawed its way up her throat. Her back slammed against the steel door. With shaking fingers, she kept jabbing the unlock button, once, twice, again and again, until her nails began to ache. The decorated panel blinked red each time, stubborn, unresponsive, almost mocking her desperation. It refused to open. She kicked the door hard, hurting her foot. Before she could turn, Draven’s hand closed around her neck. Her breath vanished instantly. Her feet lifted off the floor, her body swaying helplessly in the air like a broken marionette. Her hands flew to his wrist, clawing, scraping, but it was useless. His grip tightened with terrifying ease. She gasped, her mouth opening and closing, lungs burning as she struggled to draw in air that refused to come. “There’s no need asking,” Draven said calmly, a slow smirk curving his lips. His eyes were cold, empty of mercy. “You’ll see it yourself.” Wit
CHAPTER 23
Beep! Beep!!One of the men tapped his walkie-talkie. The green light blinked steadily, casting a faint glow on his weathered face.“Madara, bring the claws into the psych hall,” he ordered, his voice sharp and commanding, carrying an edge that betrayed the tension in the air. The tone was high, almost manic, as though the thought of violence thrilled him.Draven remained standing, unbothered, leaning casually against the reinforced wall like a predator sizing up its prey. There was an unsettling calmness in his eyes, a quiet confidence that unnerved the men.Miss Chaudhry crawled to the side of the door, her body trembling, her tears mixing with the dirt and sweat streaked across her face. Pain, fear, and anger coiled in her eyes like a tightly wound spring ready to snap. Her breaths were ragged, and her hands shook as she pressed herself against the cold metal of the door.“I’ll take you to the medics,” the other man said, crouching beside her. His voice was softer now, almost gentl
CHAPTER 24
“Ahhh!!” Miss Chaudhry’s scream pierced the hall like a knife, the sound raw with pain and terror as one of the men yanked the dagger from her arm. Blood gushed, and she collapsed to the cold floor, clutching the wound. Her eyes were wide, swimming with disbelief and anguish.The scream didn’t just echo—it ignited something in Marco. His face darkened, his veins bulging, hands trembling around the hilt of his sword. Fury radiated off him in palpable waves, a storm contained in a single body. He tightened his grip, jaw locked, and launched himself at Draven.Draven didn’t flinch. He had seen this type of rage countless times, and it was almost entertaining. He remained leaned against the wall casually, one eyebrow raised, letting Marco’s initial charge build the tension.Marco swung first, striking with another dagger, aimed with brutal precision for Draven’s chest. The sound of metal slicing through air was sharp. Draven shifted his weight slightly, letting the blade glance off his sh
CHAPTER 25
“Anyone else?” Draven said, adjusting his sleeves.The remaining men stepped back at once. Their jaws dropped as they stared at Marco’s severed head on the floor. No one dared to blink. No one dared to breathe too loudly. The air felt heavy, thick with fear.“You should tie up her bleeding hand if you want her to live any longer,” Draven said calmly.One of the men quickly tore his sleeve and wrapped it tightly around Miss. Chaudhry’s injured arm. His hands trembled as he tied the cloth. Miss. Chaudhry screamed from the pain, her voice sharp and broken. The sound echoed across the hall.“Who is this man?” Baki questioned within himself.He stared at Draven’s back, trying to understand what stood before them.“He shattered my hand and severed Marco’s head… he’s certainly not human.”Another man swallowed hard, his throat dry.“If Marco was nothing to him, how then would I be?”Fear spread among them like wildfire. Their earlier confidence had vanished. Marco had been one of their stron
CHAPTER 26
Dragna knelt beside Miss Chaudhry, lifting her as if she were made entirely of glass. Her weight was negligible in his arms, but the sight of her blood-soaked arm wrapped in torn fabric made his blood boil. Dust clung to her face, smudging her features, and the faint tremor of her body only fueled the fire building in him. Rage surged, wild and untamable, pushing through every vein and nerve.He looked up, eyes bloodshot and wide with fury, and fixed his gaze on Draven.“You!!!” His roar thundered through the room, echoing through the walls.Without hesitation, Dragna surged forward, each step a force of sheer determination, his muscles coiling, ready to crush Draven’s face beneath his fists. But Draven was calm, almost lazily tapping his foot once. Time itself seemed to shatter around Dragna.He froze. Not entirely, his eyes darted, trying to track what just happened, but everything else stopped. The armed men, standing ready to intervene, were suspended in mid-step, trapped by an in
CHAPTER 27
Miss Chaudhry was still on her knees, hands clamped over her ears as if she could block out the world. Tears streamed down her face. Her lips trembled, her whole body shaking like she had been thrown into a storm without shelter.Dragna turned slowly to Draven. His eyes were bloodshot, burning.“You’ll pay dearly for this!” he roared, his voice cracking through the lab.Draven didn’t flinch. “Where’s my Anna?” he asked again, his tune softer than the last.“I don’t know,” Dragna shot back. “The only man who could answer that is dead.”He moved quickly to his sister, pulling her into his arms. For all his cruelty, this was the one person he couldn’t watch suffer. He brushed dust from her hair, his hand unsteady as she cupped her cheeks.“Hang in there, Teruso,” he muttered under his breath.Draven watched them with a hollow stare.“Of course he’s dead,” Draven said flatly. “He played stubbornly, and of course, betrayers don't live to see the blissful days. Now you answer for him.”Drag
CHAPTER 28
Draven stood at the center of his estate’s grand hall. The chandeliers above cast steady light over the polished marble floor. Before him stood forty women in neat scrubs, identification cards hanging from their necks. They stood in straight lines, hands folded behind their backs, waiting.His presence filled the room without effort.“Take care of all of them,” Draven said, his voice calm but commanding. “If they need anything beyond what’s in the store room, relay it to Kylen immediately.”“Yes, sir!” they answered in unison.They were nurses, all of forty of them. They were brought in to tend to the women rescued from Dragna’s villa. As they had vanished from Dragna's villa, they appeared in a huge room in Draven's estate. The nurses dispersed with disciplined steps.Moments later, a group of uniformed soldiers marched in behind them. Each carried cartons stacked with clothes, toiletries, blankets, sanitary supplies—everything necessary to restore some dignity to lives stripped bar
CHAPTER 29
“Sir, here are his details. Addition to the details Commander Eryx had uncovered before his demise.”Thomas stood upright as he placed the file carefully before General Shaw.General Shaw didn’t respond immediately. He pulled the file toward himself and began flipping through the pages, his eyes scanning every line with slow precision.“Former heir to the Khaelis Empire,” he read aloud under his breath. “Spouse: Anna. Daughter: Abigail.”He paused.“So this weapon has a family.” He thought, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.He continued.“Arrested for illegal drug dealings and abuse of hard substances.”With no remark, his fingers moved to the next sheet.Then he paused.Attached to the page was a CD plate inside a transparent sleeve.General Shaw lifted his gaze to Thomas.“What’s the CD for?”Thomas didn’t hesitate. “It’s a sex tape, sir, of Draven’s wife, Anna… being violated by his best friend, Veyron Malhotra.”The words settled heavily between them.General Shaw’s lips
CHAPTER 30
In a room buried deep within Draven’s private quarters, blue flames leaked from beneath the heavy door frame. They did not flicker weakly like candlelight; they burned with a steady, unnatural brilliance, creeping across the marble tiles of the hallway. The glow was so intense that the corridor outside shimmered in cold blue light, as though submerged under an ocean at midnight. Shadows stretched long and thin across the walls, trembling from the pulse of the energy within.No soldiers stood guard there. None dared. No housekeepers cleaned that wing. Even Kylen, was forbidden from stepping foot beyond that corridor. It was not merely a rule. It was a warning. The air itself felt heavier near that door, pressing against the lungs of anyone foolish enough to linger too long.Inside the room sat Draven.He was on the bare floor, legs crossed, spine straight as a blade. The chamber around him was stripped of decoration—no furniture, no ornaments, nothing that could distract or break. Onl