Book Chrysalis Novels & Stories

Ember told me. “What is she? Is she okay? Can she hear us right now?” I questioned. “Chrysalis is physically a hybrid witch and wolf. And she’s okay at the moment thanks to you and Tai. And she can’t hear everything but can feel all of you. I wouldn’t take that from her.” She said smiling again. “Is she going to be okay If we let her go?” I asked a bit worried. “If you give her a bit more help if you know what I mean.” She said, hinting at us being more active.

And they all are looking at me. "Sweetheart, we are not even a teeny tiny bit interested to stay here. So, let's just get out of this shit-hole before one of us burn it down" Leo said cracking his neck with a devilish smile on his face. "Uh uh, we have.." I started saying but even before I could complete my sentence, I was being lifted off the chair and I was being carried bridal style by Wylan.

Her eyes snap open, twin supernovae. *"Kelly,"* she breathes, though her lips don't move. *"You're late."* The voice is the Weaver's. But the face... It's mine. --- **The Chrysalis** The cocoon cracks, spilling liquid light that scalds the marsh into glass. The woman steps out, her every footfall crystallizing the earth. She's not a Daughter. Not a ghost. She's *raw*-a being of unfiltered potential, the blueprint the Weaver used to stitch me together.

She chose the herbs and flower introduction book; she believes that she could do well with it. As for the second book, she decided to wait until next time. She had so many books to read at the moment and adding another one, will just be a waste. After picking up the book, Krystal left the mall and showed up in her study once more. Krystal dedicated that day to reading the book she had taken from the bookstore, researched through the internet on things that she didn’t understand and searched for viable markets where she could sell the herbs once she has them. After her intensive search, Krystal decided to visit the nearest place on marked on the map. So the following day, Krystal bought a pla

I change into a pair of leather pants and a bra strapping my sword to my waist. While I'm changing, Flavius wanders around the room, lightly brushing his fingers across the many bookshelves I have carved out of the mountain wall. "When I thought of your room, I never thought of so many books. I thought it would be full of weapons and armor," he says jokingly. "I love to read, honestly," I respond. "I’m surprised, though; you even have books written in other languages," he remarks. "There is a lot of great literature that came from the elves and the fae. As a dragon, I am fluent in all languages. I only have to hear the language once, and I can speak it," I tell him nonchalantly.

I watched her disappear into the hospital room before leaning back slightly against the wall myself. Jesus Christ. The last forty eight hours have been absolute chaos. Shootouts. Pregnancy hormones. Assassination attempts. Hospital emergencies. And somehow in the middle of all this… I’m happy. That realization is honestly insane. But it’s true. Because every version of Alexandra I discover makes me want her more. Even this terrified version. Especially this version. About twenty minutes later, she finally stepped back out of the room. Her eyes were slightly red again. Crying. Again. Wow.

The crack glowed briefly, then dimmed. A sudden gust of wind swept through the chamber, and from its center, an altar rose. Atop it lay a book bound in black leather, sealed by a silver clasp in the shape of a wolf’s fang. Ressa blinked. “That’s… creepy.” “It’s also calling to her,” Valeska said. Aria stepped forward and placed her hand on the clasp. It sprang open with a hiss of magic. Inside, the pages were written in the same ancient script—one she could now read without effort. Her eyes scanned the first page.

Jacob laughed. “I’ll kick your ass too!” I said as I glared at him. “Kris! We have one more surprise for you.” Penny yelled from behind my front desk. “What?” I looked confused. She walked out carrying a massive book. I recognized what it was right away. It’s the type of book that you use for a portfolio. “You got me a new book?” “Kinda.” Penny showed me the cover. It had a Black Moon with two wolves howling. The leather was fresh as I could smell it. Alec took the cover and opened it for me.

She decided that she would think about that later. Right now, she would have to find out how she was going to merge this damn creature with her. Clarissa slowly creeped out of bed and went to the table. She dragged her bag and took out the book on the issue. Mandy had called while she was waiting for the tire to be fixed, and she had given her a book on the subject through magic. Clarissa had not asked how it was possible at the time. All she cared about was that she would take down the double at the time. Now, she took a white book, which glowed purple in the dark.

My knees nearly buckled. “I… I don’t know,” I stammered, my voice breathy. The conflict tore through me. Part of me desperately wanted to go back to my normal life, my small apartment, my modeling auditions, my friends. But the other part, the darker, addicted part, craved this. Craved him. The luxury. The endless filthy sex. The way he owned me completely. “You’ve been through a lot,” the first rescuer said kindly. “We should get you checked out at the hospital.”