Chrysalis Book Novels & Stories

“You have caught my attention, carry on.” “Whether the portals are real or not is another story, but do know the letter he sent to King Armand and the pages I once saw, were real. I want to know if Armand is truly in possession of this book, if not then…” He pauses to look me over. “Find this book for me and I can explain everything to you, as well as what you are.” “What I am?” I frown, “You are no ordinary werecat Sir Crimson, I’m sure you are aware of that, but I can help you discover who and what you really are. An exchange of information, the book I believe is Cambiador for all the knowledge I have on a hybrid like yourself.”

I’d seen some of the girls he’d been with in high school and they were always beautiful girls who were able to do a whole lot more than I could. “Kel please don’t sell yourself short again for the 100th time. Dress in what I say and I will bring some things to freshen you up with.” I finally agreed to get Reese to calm down and headed home. The high priestess house was built into the cliffs and was higher up than the larger alpha house

Khyrix immediately stepped between me and the text, "Let me go through it." He laid the book on the table. As he carefully opened the heavy cover to the table of contents, I leaned over his shoulder, holding my breath. There was a strange substance growing all over the pages. Whatever it was, it grew like a network of veins, wrapping tightly around the edges of each sheet. Khyrix’s eyes scanned down the table of contents, instantly opening to page four hundred and thirteen. The page revealed a highly detailed, hand-drawn illustration. It was an exact replica of the massive tree that stood at the heart of our academy grounds.

I say. “I had no idea,” Flavius responds. “Alira plays a major part in dragon culture. Anyways back to the story, I was going to tell,” I laugh at myself for getting distracted. He nods, urging me to continue. "Thousands of years ago, before dragons or humans walked the Earth, there was a goddess, Alira. Alira was the goddess of war, fire, and wrath. Though she was powerful, she was also lonely and jealous; many of the other gods had created their own races to live on earth, such as the fae and the elves. Alira wanted the creation of her own. Thus, she made dragons. She was very proud of her creation, as the dragons were everything that the other races were and more; they were beautiful, str

I would not spare whoever the hell this was. I reached the mansion and immediately went back to my study to try to clear my doubts. I went to my safe and pulled out the one book that I knew would answer my questions. Opening it to the last chapter, I read through it and when I was done, my heart had dropped down to my stomach. "They're back. We're dealing with a Crysta," i whispered.

I say. “With the help of witches. If you look at these pages there are spells writhen in a foreign language.” “Witches? Seriously?” Kristy says with disbelief. “Yes, witches. This book isn’t just any kind of book it’s a grimoire. Kind of like a diary where witches write their spells and stuff.”

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

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.

Instead, curiosity — and something hotter, more shameful — rooted me in place. “Show me,” I whispered. Elias led me to a large oak reading table in the center of the main chamber. He selected a slim, leather-bound volume from the nearest shelf. Gold lettering read *Dominance: A Primer*. “First lesson,” he said, opening the book. “Read the opening passage aloud. Do not stop, no matter what I do.” My hands trembled as I took the book. The words glowed faintly as I began: “‘She stood before her master, wrists bound by silk, heart racing as he approached…’”

Lucille’s pov The basement was dimly lit. Then, Chloe stepped forward, draped in a ceremonial red robe and clutching a flickering candle. Beside her, the other disciples stood like shadows in their black robes, finally pulling back their hoods to reveal themselves. “Miss Marcella Solis,” Chloe began, her voice commanding and resonant. “I, Chloe Hammer, welcome you to the Bonners Club. You have demonstrated the kind of potential that sets you apart from the rest. Therefore, I present this candle to you as a formal gesture of our offer."