Book Chrysalis Novels & Stories

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.”

Because when a stranger knocked at your door in the middle of the night, asking for shelter amidst a crisis, there was simply no excuse to be made. Within that thirty days the butterfly would go through the craziest of cycles, starting as an egg enclosed within a shell that is both impenetrable and fragile. Gian embodies everything she hates about people. He's loud, too energetic, and always loves inserting himself in other people's business. Aera would make him leave if she could, and she tried for days on end. An apartment unit does not have enough room for two people who clash in every way possible. Then that shell would break to let out a creature that was hideous and scary and weird.

We walk past her walking towards the books that were in the back of the store. I turn back to look at her, I get scared as her face looked burned and her face was melting off her skull. I look away and shake my head trying to clear my head. "Hey look, there's a book about astral projection with tips on how to do it." She grabs the book off the shelf and walks over to the crystals and starts to look at various ones. She grabs the ones that look nicest to her, not reading any description on them. I tried to help but she shrugged me off and said "I like these instead."

She rocks slowly back and forth whilst working on her crochet. "Two heirs there will be. One of light and one of dark. One to tear the world asunder and the other to bring the pieces back together. The seeker must seek but be aware that all is not as it seems." her voice cries out, the ring of truth echoing through it.

I watched as every member of Chaos’ family cut their palm open and make a trail of blood from where they stood to where the urn was placed without a hitch or pause in their chant. I felt the moment when a change occurred to the power flowing around and saw the exact moment when the urn went up in flames. The brighter it burned, the higher the chants went and the more it rattled. I held my breath when the lid of the urn flew right off of it as if kicked before it burst into pieces. Its bursting did not shock me as much as the phoenix that emerged out of it with its flaming wings wide spread and its head thrown back as it let out what sounded very much like a battle cry.

"Who are you?" "I am the First." "The first what?" "The first Crimson Priestess." My knees nearly buckled. "You carry both bloodlines." "I don't understand." "You will." She lifted her hand. Behind her... The mountain split open. An enormous underground kingdom stretched farther than I could see. Thousands of wolves. Ancient temples. Crystal rivers. Libraries. Gardens growing beneath glowing stones. "This kingdom sleeps." "What kingdom?" "It waits for you." The woman touched my forehead. "When your mate remembers..."

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.

Kyla had many reasons to run out the door: She’d have to endure a ritual that would hurt the shit out of her for seven whole days, there was an ancient (although very handsome) fella telling her she was the love of his life, her entire life was shit because she was abandoned and now, she had a shit ton of people who came out of thin air calling her family and the last, but not least… There were vampires in the world and she was one of them, who was never meant to be born. Mayhem was numbing her thoughts as she was staring at the beach from her bedroom windows. She didn’t know what to think anymore. Her entire life was planned out and she had no saying in it other than going to college. She’d

My savior said, drawing my attention to him. “He is Davien Hawkyns.” My missing part of my soul said, “and I am Crysal.” He finished as he snickered. “So, I take it you heard my call?” I asked, glancing between them and the guy standing by the open door. I was just getting an image of him, when I remembered, he’s Ericson. *I knew him, I just saw him…* my head felt fuzzy. *Girl focus, stay with Cherie. Put her to rest!* said a voice in my head. Trusting in this voice, I focused on me, Cherie.

This library holds the history of my pack along with great pieces of literature and information on various supernatural species. I had hoped that there would be something about our mark and those wolves somewhere in this library. Though for all I knew, my father had tossed the one book I would need. Crista did it despite the probability of finding the correct book in this sea of books. She found the exact text we needed. Chesed, of course, got off track and was more interested in teasing her looking to spark her heat. ‘As if you don’t want her again.’ Chesed scoffed.