Chrysalis Book Novels & Stories

After saying her prayers, she left the window side and tried reading some books to shift her mind off everything going on at that moment. She opened the drawer of the bedside table, and took out a book titled 'The Ascendants Of The White Phoenix.' It was a book about the creation of the white phoenix pack and the past Alphas who had ruled the pack. Vanessa was so invested in the book that it made her eyes glued to the pages of the book for hours.

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

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.

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.

Caitlin nearly lunged across the room, grabbing the book and holding it up to the candlelight with shaking hands. Please God, let this be it, she thought. She pulled back the cover and nervously flipped to the title page: De Fascino Libri Tres. Her heart flooded with relief. She could hardly believe it. She had actually found it. Caitlin quickly thumbed through the pages, going as fast as she could to the missing page. Please, please be there. Please be the matching page. She started to worry about what she would do if the matching page weren’t there. Or if this was all a hoax. She was shaking with anticipation as she got closer. 530, 532….

he said. “Good. That will make the business proposition even better. When I do business I protect my assets and Alpha Chrysalis would be a very big asset. Again, I don’t want to harm her. I just need to know what I’m dealing with and how to handle it.” “This better not get out.” He said, still not telling me what the big secret was. “You have my word.” I said. He blew out a breath before speaking. “Chrysalis seems different because she is. Her difference lies within her blood.”

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.”

He was certain I would let him into the car, so he tried the door again. Once he realized it was still locked, he slammed his hand against the window in fury. "I already took the initiative to come and see you, Vivian! What more do you want? I'm already compromising for your sake. Don't expect me to do anything more." I merely found the situation laughable. I couldn't figure out why I'd fallen in love with such a narcissist. Without even bothering to respond to Harrison, I stepped on the accelerator and drove off, leaving him in the dust.

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

I hand him the sex toy, slowly unzipping the full-length leather suit I step out of it. His breathing getting faster. I lay down in front of him, pulling his hand and the sex toy towards me. His hand holding the wand against my clit, my eyes watching as his cock pushes against the chastity. My moans rise as I orgasm, watching the video on TV, my hand grabbing my breast.