Book Chrysalis Novels & Stories

The pages are a yellowish-brown color with perfect handwriting. “So in the books are not these particular wolves, but there are others. All animals but with an upgrade.” He turns the page of one book and there is something that looks like a cat or a tiger but bigger. There’s something scribbled next to the paws I pick up the book to get a closer look. ‘Silver claws’ it says. “This cat has silver claws?” I ask and Kristy takes the book from my hands wanting to take a look herself. “Yes but that’s not all. May I?” the doctor says holding out his hand to Kristy and she hands the book back to him. He flickers through the pages and stops tapping on the book before turning it to us. We see a drawi

Yet again we get so close to figuring out Iris and it gets whipped away like a sharp slap in the face, “Unfortunately Eric I’m afraid I have no idea how to tell. Before the accident Iris had bloods taken which my doctors are looking into but I have a feeling it won’t show up much. However that book you are looking at has another page of interest. We are going to keep studying the whole book, but let me show you this.” I proceed to show him the page with the book and amulet, Eric’s eyes grew massive I could see the amazement in his whole face. It’s one of the those moments you could be causally looking at something that you look at seemingly every day and suddenly out of the blue you notice s

Asked by Senan with curiosity in his eyes. Mother Tree without more explanation in her, she opened her hand in front of them. A crystal came out from the hand of the Mother Tree and she throw up the crystal into the sky. "The day of blue moon this crystal will select the Alpha male and either one of you will be selected." Mother Tree explained while looking at the crystal in the sky. The four Alpha's was also staring at the crystal and then to Mother Tree who were speaking. "That's why I want you all to behave while waiting for the day of the Blue Moon. Any wrong moves from you will be out from the selection of becoming the Alpha male." Mother Tree continuously exclaiming while looking and

It was as if every piece of knowledge that could be useful in this world had been gathered and preserved here, waiting to be used by those who needed it. My fingers moved slowly across the shelves until they stopped on one particular title. Herb Remedies & Elixirs. The moment I read the words, something shifted inside me. It wasn’t just recognition—it was something deeper, sharper. Images flooded my mind without warning, vivid and overwhelming. A small room, dimly lit, with books scattered across a bed. Pages filled with notes written in hurried handwriting. My hands holding one of those books, flipping through it quickly, trying to memorize something important. The feeling of pressure, of n

Instead, curiosity — and something hotter, more shameful — rooted me in place. “Show me,” I whispered. Elias led me to a large oak reading table in the center of the main chamber. He selected a slim, leather-bound volume from the nearest shelf. Gold lettering read *Dominance: A Primer*. “First lesson,” he said, opening the book. “Read the opening passage aloud. Do not stop, no matter what I do.” My hands trembled as I took the book. The words glowed faintly as I began: “‘She stood before her master, wrists bound by silk, heart racing as he approached…’”

Blurb: In a monastery built for repentance, two holy men will teach her the art of temptation. Chapter 1: Elara’s POV I stepped through the heavy oak doors of the monastery, my chest aching like a weight was dropped on it. At twenty two, I'd lived a life of reckless indulgence, spent my nights in silk sheets with lovers I barely remembered and my days chasing highs that left me hollow. But my last relationship, the one with the married man whose wife had almost stabbed me with a knife. It left me wondering what I was really doing. I needed atonement and I needed to purge that fire that was burning inside me as though it was insatiable.

Then again, my life wasn’t normal. “As far as what I know about hybrids,” CLAIRE continued, “I know the brainwashing bullshit that VEXX teaches, and I know my own experiences. But I’m trying to find something in one of these books to back up any of what I think is true. We should keep at it.” Apparently, she wasn’t going to tell me her theories. I opened an ancient tome—so old that the pages were elegantly scribed by an individual rather than a machine. The artwork caught my attention first. In the section header was a drawing of a person with a wolf’s head. I read the passage below and sucked in a shallow breath.

Damian grunted, not looking away from the monitors. "Pilgrims," I said, kissing the top of his head. "They blocked the tram. I looked at the main screen. It showed the interior of Sector 9 the fusion chamber. In the center of the room, the crystal chrysalis still stood. It had grown over the years. The blue-black star-glass had formed jagged, cathedral-like spikes, branching out like coral. And inside, deep within the semi-translucent shell, was the silhouette of a man.

Kyra is his obsession, his punishment, and his prey. Steven Blackwood doesn’t love he dominates, he torments, he claims. Resistance brings pain; surrender brings chaos. Trapped in his mansion, surrounded by fear, jealousy, and the shadowed eyes of those who serve him, she must navigate a world where innocence is weakness and temptation is unavoidable. Every moment in his grasp threatens to break her, and survival is not escape, it is submission to a man who bends desire and fear into a power only he understands. In the hands of a devil who refuses to be denied, she may lose everything…even herself.

Upon its cover, a sigil glowed faintly silver: a crescent moon, three stars, cradled in wings. Nyra froze, her gaze locking onto the symbol. “I’ve seen this before… in my dreams,” she whispered. I turned to her. “Where?” “A woman wore it as a pendant. When she touched me, her hand was warm, but inside… it burned. The touch was not of this world.” I did not hesitate. With one motion I broke the seal, the chains falling onto the table with a metallic clang. The book groaned as its pages surrendered, and on the very first leaf, crimson ink blazed: