Novel & Cerita Chrysalis Audiobook

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

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.

Beneath it was various other books, none that I recognized except a translation of the Dead Sea Scrolls. “I know it can be intimidating and unnerving to think the answers to what you’ve seen these past few days...and to more than you know are mostly contained in this. But trust me. When I finish educating you, it will all make sense.” And there was his hand on my arm again. I knew now this wasn’t his way of flirting, but his way of consoling. I looked at the mound of books. He cracked open the bible to Genesis, chapter 6.

​The hum within the Forbidden Wing of the Cradle Scriptorium was no longer a mechanical vibration; it had become a thrumming pulse, a collective heartbeat of a million forgotten species. The stasis-pods, rows upon rows of silver glass cylinders, were no longer static tombs. They were chrysalises.

The tugging sensation begins again, growing more and more intense as I continue to hold on, as the feeling intensifies I close my eyes and let it take me where it will. Splat! I make the mistake of gasping for breath and the taste of both mud and excrement fill my mouth. Spitting, I stand up noticing in the journey that I have dropped the pendant. Taking a look around, I wonder if this is where the heir has been hidden all this time. Reaching down I pick up the pendant and wipe it off on my cloak. I barely have time to do this before the sensation of tugging once more overwhelms me and the world blurs away. *************************************************************************************

But I didn’t… I did not stop healing. The harder I pressed my eyes shut, the more my energy drained. A loud cry of the Raven suddenly circled above me, but I did not stop, and just kept focusing. Almost… We were almost done. “Don’t you hear me?” Chrystal whispered again. “I will speak in front of the council about how you’ve been deceiving all of us, and then I’ll—” A strangled gasp cut her words short, and something heavy crashed against me, knocking my hands away. Then a loud and broken scream rang in the air.

The heat from his skin was the only thing keeping her grounded as the Prism tried to pull her consciousness into the void. The Acoustic Prism hummed—a sound that was the beginning and the end of everything, the sound of a world waiting to be reborn. “The signal is primed,” Cassius shouted over the rising roar of the magnets. “The Archive is loaded. We're ready for the injection!” “On my mark,” Evangeline said, her eyes fixed on the core of the crystal. She could feel the "Anomalous Chord" in her own chest vibrating in perfect sympathy with the giant shard above her. She wasn't just a doctor or a scientist anymore; she was the conductor. “We give them back their voices. We give them back the

Crystal suddenly freezes. "Crystal? Hey Crystal stop playing around. Hey, snap out of it!" Her aunt shouted while shaking her. Just then her eyes changed colour. The left being light blue almost white and the right deep red almost like blood. The voices that came out her mouth were a mixture of an Angels voice and a Demons voice saying in perfect sync, "IT IS ALMOST TIME MY LITTLE WOLF. TIME TO SHOW THEM WHERE YOU STAND IN THIS PATHETIC WORLD. BE PREPARED FOR TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT." And just like that she snapped out of the trance while clutching her head.

The teeth looked like a small crescent moon. When I clutched that key in my hands, I felt my future. It was as if the world was telling me that this is what I was destined for. Before our parents even knew what was going on, I had already led the charge into the attic. This was the moment I had been looking forward to for three hundred and ninety-seven days. I clasped the lock in my hand with one twist. I heard the most satisfying clink of my life. I peeled the lock off the trunk as fast as I could, tossing it to the ground. I pulled the chest open and began to pull things out. There were all sorts of crystals, dried herbs, vials, and candles. At the bottom of the chest wrapped in the most b

she asked, her voice barely audible above the thrum of anticipation that swirled within her. "Here," Cassandra said, running her fingers along a row of books before selecting a particularly worn volume. She placed it gently in Lyra's hands, its pages crackling with an energy that seemed to hum in tune with her own heartbeat. "This tome will introduce you to the various beings that share our world, both seen and unseen." As Lyra opened the book, she was met with intricate illustrations of creatures she had only ever glimpsed in her wildest dreams: winged serpents that coiled around celestial bodies, ethereal spirits cloaked in veils of shimmering starlight, and many more beyond her imaginatio