Book Chrysalis Novels & Stories

“How?” Rushing to assist Jasper to his feet, Lila boldly turned to the vampire and said, “Maybe you should ask your maker.” Annoyed, but knowing better than to cause further conflict, the vampire muttered a warning of what awaited Lila once the research was completed and left the room. Shaken, she sank to the floor next to Jasper. “Did you get it?” he asked with a voice that belied the bravado he was attempting to display. Pulling a long chain from her pocket, she held it before him. The clear crystal that was attached to it acted like a prism amidst the lighting from the myriad of fallen lamps that surrounded them.

It felt like someone was swinging a hammer against the inside of Eliza’s skull. The early morning dew caused a damp muskiness on the earth that blended with the mold and dust that burrowed beneath the thick layer of leaves where she lay her aching burden; assaulting her nose and adding to her misery. Her chocolate colored eyes felt pinned shut, but her hearing was abnormally acute. By the sounds around her, she sensed her surroundings were familiar ones. If she was correct, she was near the small cave that was nestled in a knoll that began the acres of woods at the far end of her family’s farm. It was a place that she’d discovered at a young age and had frequented whenever she required

A book fell from a bookshelf before the shelves’ bottom support succumbed and books cascaded down into a pile. In the living room, another narrow crack snaked across the ceiling. The ceiling creaked, its cracks spreading, until it came apart. Several cardboard boxes from the attic crashed down into the living room floor. The boxes split apart and photographs poured across the carpet. V One minute, Jake Grant drove over the River Bridge. The next, water submerged everything and his car became a water-filled steel prison. He sucked in his next breath almost without thinking. The heavy dose of oxygen sustained him as he instinctively fought his way out. He pushed and kicked against the force th

The title was embossed in faded silver script: Vampiric Death and Rebirth. My heart began to pound. This was it. This had to be it. I opened the cover, the pages yellowed and brittle. The text was handwritten in an elegant, spidery script, the ink the color of dried blood. I scanned the passages, skipping over dense paragraphs about blood rites and soul transference, until a particular chapter heading caught my eye: "The Phoenix Ascendant."

It only lasts for the briefest second, before a snapping crack comes from Chrys, whose body is contorting unnaturally. Her voice dies down, the popping sound of bones breaking and rearranging continues. Her slight stature morphs, growing and changing. Where beautiful pale skin once rested are beautiful golden scales. She continues growing, forcing me to stumble backward to provide her with room, nearly tripping over her tale. Tilting my head backward, awed by the sheer size of the beast before me. Chrys gold scales shimmer in the sunlight, her bright gold eyes peering at me while I stand there frozen, and in shock. Words escape, my voice sounding foreign to my ears, as I space in and out of

I was beyond confused now; what did an old book have to do with Clarissa? "You guys have no idea what this is, do you?" We shook our heads, waiting for Alyssa to explain. "It's a grimoire of supernatural creatures. The book was written by the Fae elders and told everything there is to know about every supernatural creature in existence... including how to kill them."

​In the center of the room, Christina Wilder was sitting in a wingback chair, reading a book titled 'Chapter 174. ​She looked up at Nora, her expression one of mild, professional amusement. ​"They're safe, Nora," Christina said, nodding toward a small door at the back of the library. "I’ve put them in the 'Special Collections' section. But the Algorithm is still looking for a Lead Character to blame for the system crash." ​Christina stood up and handed Nora a final, heavy pen. It wasn't obsidian, and it wasn't red. It was Clear Glass, filled with a swirling, iridescent liquid.

The ache between my legs and the flutter in my chest wouldn’t let me deny it anymore. I stepped off the curb and hailed a cab, clutching the key tightly in my fist. “Take me to The Eclipse Towers,” I told the driver, my voice surprisingly steady despite the storm inside me. As the city lights blurred past the window in streaks of neon and gold, I knew exactly what this decision meant. Entering their lair would change everything. There would be no going back to my old life, no more pretending I could resist them. And I couldn’t wait to fall.

' I ask her. 'I’m working on some chants and making an amulet for the Alpha.’ 'An amulet? That’s amazing!' I’ve never met someone who can make amulets. Could you make me one?' I ask her. ‘I’ll see what I can do,’ she smiles. Kayla walks over to the table of Crystals. There are some rickety shelves beside it filled with old books. One book is on display and captures my attention. Kayla gazes at the book, 'That’s a book of spells,’ she says.

They both guessed it could turn bad, but weren’t completely sure. Fiona spent the better part of the evening pouring through her books in search of information to help her understand the consequences of his actions. As she flipped through the pages of the musty, leather bound book he noticed had a peculiar group of interlocking circles on its cover, she expelled an enormous sigh combined with a groan and rested her elbows on the table top with her face buried in the palm of her hands. The room was quiet enough to hear a squirrel scurrying across the porch outside the open window. After an excruciating and interminable silence, Fiona pulled her hands away from her face and sat back, straighte