Celestia X Chrysalis Novels & Stories

Or were they just stupid? "I hope I am also like her. Full of privilege that she forgot what role she needs to fulfill." It wasn’t Cynthia this time; it was a couple of newly sprouted she-wolves, acting like they were something special. For all I knew, they were omegas. I didn’t have a problem with omegas generally, but the way these two were behaving made me question their worth. They acted as if they were above their rank, and I couldn't help but feel disdain.

Oh my God ! Ty hugged me close to him and kissed me passionately before releasing me and said, “I am so proud of you, baby,” he smiled and kissed my forehead making me blush. “I add on to the Elder’s boon, Alpha Stone,” Xenia suddenly said. “Your daughter will be the most powerful dragon-were-vamp hybrid and I give her the additional power of “Steal” that will help her learn other’s powers immediately as soon as she sees them wield them,” Xenia added.

Canus might abhor all responsibility, but Chalcea looked forward to joining immortal society, to eventually starting her own clan or coven—even to getting assigned to a new city and presiding over monthly courts just like their father did. ‘It isn’t death,’ Chryseus protested, though his words had the tired quality of things that were repeated too many times to retain meaning. ‘You’ll get used to it soon enough, and then you’ll wonder why you ever resisted, why we never forced you to do this earlier.’ Silence fell until three knocks rippled through the stillness. ‘That’s my signal, then,’ Chryseus said. Footsteps again, then a door opening. ‘Be good for your minder, Brother dear. Hopefully y

Zora explained. "I'm confused," I interrupted. "A Crysta has the chance to borrow a body for a few years. In those years, they have to find people who are in dire need of help. Seven people in total. If they manage to get that seven, then they get a body and unlimited powers but if in the course of getting seven people, they fail then they die immediately. Isra's powers have helped her. I'm guessing this is her seventh person and if we can manage to stop them before they succeed then Isra will be gone forever."

Today was the day when the full moon reappeared after a long absence, displaying its magnificent red color and signifying the immense power it would channel in just one night. According to the schedule set by Viggo earlier, he would transform Xavier into a werewolf, and Poldo would join Celestria after negotiating with him. Celestria had to be revived, no matter the reasons. Especially since it had remained dormant and submerged for quite some time.

’ Trix eyes snapped opened and she met the concerned hazel eyes of Tristan. “Are you alright,” he asked. Trix nodded. “It was just a migraine,” she said glancing behind him to admire the gold panted room, adorned with beautiful and unique artifacts. One in particular caught Trix’s eyes. It looked like a bejeweled egg. It confused her a little since she taught it was supposed to be a dragon egg and why would a dragon egg have jewels on it. As she looked closer she realized that the jewels weren’t made into the shell, the were placed on it.

Xyla’s phone screen was entirely occupied by the pop-ups. Turning off the pop-ups, Xyla transferred some money into her account and sent a hundred Super Rockets to Alex. One Super Rocket was worth thirty thousand dollars. In about a second or two, the live stream had exploded with excitement. Pop-ups were all over her screen once more. “Your Majesty…” “Xyla? Are you Xyla Quest?”

Makoto spoke, swirling the red wine in his glass, “You see, we aren’t merely in the business of flesh anymore. That part is old news. Anybody can snatch a girl off the streets, drug her, and sell her body for a few bills. But we… we have been building something bigger. Something eternal.” The lean brat nodded in excitement. "We call it Project Chrysalis. For years, our finest doctors, scientists, and handlers have worked in the shadows. The Serpents no longer want to just sell flesh. We want to manufacture it. Breed it. Shape it. Refine it.” Carlos stilled, his gaze darkening behind the glasses. The blonde chimed in. "We’re experimenting with controlled genetics. Enhancing children in secret

“You’re becoming more and more sly and secretive these days. Spill it!” Lesia rubbed her reddened ear gently and muttered, “I just want you to come to the Xyloria Kronosia Realm first.” “You can just tell me directly.” James rolled his eyes. “Why take the roundabout way?” “You’re set on looking for your wife!” Lesia complained. “The Chaos Storm is a rare opportunity that comes only once every a million entrapochs in the Xyloria Kronosia Realm. Will you listen to me even if I told you about it?”

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.