Chrysalis Light Novels & Stories

Lucas stood with his head lowered, as if he couldn't even bring himself to meet my eyes. Slowly, he took a small box from inside his coat and held it out toward me. His voice was hoarse and barely above a whisper. "Wilma, I want to return this to you." I opened the box and saw the familiar star-shaped pendant. It was the same one I had broken and tossed aside in the car. It had been fully repaired. The delicate star glinted faintly under the light.

Cohen linked. Everyone broke from their defending position and made five circles around Amanda. She looked up to the sky as she held the crystal staff. Amanda began to chant loudly in an old language. Blue light began to form around them while her eyes glowed green. As she chanted louder, the blue light grew brighter. The hybrids stopped and shielded their eyes with their hands as if the light was affecting them.

She turned the lens towards the altar, snapping a picture without thinking. The flash illuminated the room for a split second, and in that brief moment, she saw it. The figure. It stood just beyond the altar, its shape taller, its limbs elongated and distorted. Its eyes glowed with an unnatural light, and its mouth was twisted into a grotesque grin. It was watching her. The camera’s screen flickered, and a single word flashed across it. Run. Lysandra’s heart stopped. She didn’t need to be told twice. She turned and fled, the sound of her footsteps echoing through the empty halls of the church. Behind her, the growl continued, growing louder with every step.

He used the last remnants of his humanity to create us, the perfect antithesis to the eyti and I’m using every last bit of that light to keep their attention on me, giving the sanguidae enough time to get long gone. As the eyti swarm, launching themselves at me, I raise my left wrist into the air, the large opal in my bracelet giving off an opalescent glow as the eyti come into contact with it, letting out high-pitch shrieks as they disappear in a cloud of smoke. One by one they’re drawn to the light of my essram and one by one they disintegrate as they come into contact with the opal. But quickly, those remaining begin to dog pile on me, their suffocating forms feeling like a dark crushing

Even the princesses' cries died down. As the three continued their incantations, a portal of shimmering light manifested above Xenia and she felt her body lifting slightly. Out of the portal, little white strings of light danced around the princesses as they were held in place. Then one by one, they would enter the princesses, tearing a scream from their lips until their entire body was bathed in light. Suddenly their cries turned into a silent scream as the light left their body and swirled in the air. The sound of the three sisters' chants blended with the rustling of the leaves and howls of the wolves. In the climax of the ritual, the sisters raised their ghostly hands to the sky, channel

She muttered as she placed the herb mixture into the chalice. She then took the knife with her hand closing her eyes. She began to chant quietly, the words so soft and mumbled if someone was listening they wouldn't be sure if she was talking at all. She then grasped the knife and slashed her palm. Blood flowed from her hand into the chalice. As her blood hits the herbs and crystals the lights in the bathroom shut off. A glow came from the chalice that lit up the bathroom. A purple color smoke came up and wrapped around the mirror. Kristen leaned into it, her own reflection twisting and changing. Kristen's brown hair was replaced with soft golden blond and her eyes darken to brown. Lydia was

He waved his hand and the white crystal floated toward Jon. Jon quickly caught the white crystal and examined it. The crystal was crystal white and it was round. "What's this?" Jon asked while looking at the crystal in his hand curiously. "It's called the Elemental Nexus Crystal" Old Man Feng said and poured himself another jug of wine. The Elemental Nexus Crystal is a pristine, translucent crystal radiating a gentle, iridescent glow reminiscent of ethereal energies. Its smooth surface was adorned with intricate, swirling patterns that seem to shift and change as if mirroring the essence of the elements it represents.

" I tried to grab it, but he shoved me back hard, and I tumbled to the floor once more. "No excuses!" Nash's fury was boiling over as he jabbed a finger at the doll. "Ever since your sister came out of your room, she's been covered in rashes and can barely breathe. The doctor says it's an acrylic allergy. What else could it be, if not this junky toy?" He lifted his arm. "Please, no!" Crash! The porcelain doll lay in pieces before me. "Mom… Mom!" I crouched and shakily tried to gather the broken fragments. Alas, no matter how gently I tried, the doll was beyond repair.

My wings glowed in the setting sun. Isabell rose above the trees. A dark cloud carried her towards me. Her hands came at me with clawed fingers. Lighting shot from her hands. I dipped and dived as I tried to avoid it, but failed. The lightning struck me in the shoulder. I went tumbling down. Runes spun about in my mind. It was the way Kira thought, with pictures. Lanie was way more straight-forward, but the two parts of me worked together until it felt like instinct. I lifted my hands to my sides and pressed pink light out of them. My descent slowed until I soared upward as I remade my pink wings. The lighting through my shoulder ached. I laced it with pink light, tying to stich the tissue y

But as we sat there in the dark, I felt a small, sharp vibration in my wrist. I looked down. Underneath my skin, a tiny, microscopic light flickered once. Twice. Project Chrysalis: Phase Two Initiated. I didn't tell Nevan. Not yet. I just leaned my head against his shoulder and watched the sun rise over a London that had no idea how close it had come to the end.