Chrysalis Light Novels & Stories

The four-armed iron giant shuddered violently, light bursting from its eye slots and armor seams before its central matrix melted, collapsing into a heap of inert, smoking metal on the catwalk. "Impressive," Valerius monologued from the altar, his hands moving across the runic interface as the floating obsidian sphere began to glow with a terrifying, blinding crimson intensity. "A doctor's precision combined with a Queen's flame. You truly are the perfect specimen, Lyra. But while you waste your breath fighting my puppets, the Crucible's extraction process has already reached ninety percent!"

Rhydian's shoulder trembled from the impact. "He keeps getting stronger," Rhydian muttered. Seraphine looked toward the Creator. "There must be another way." "There is." The Creator slowly raised one hand. A single beam of white light descended from the heavens. It landed between Kael and Lucien. The light slowly formed into a mirror. It was old. Its silver frame was cracked. Its surface shimmered like water. Lucien froze. His expression changed instantly. "No." The Creator spoke softly. "Look."

she paused dramatically then continue, as both of us hold our silence waiting for her words. "...you were being molded, your power grew with each misfortune, the sympathy, the sadness it made you who you are right now. You hold great healing power that Florence will need, you are the only person that could handle her, you Florence will have lots in front of you, but you will survive it all with Walter by your side. Arkael is one of those lots, more will come for your help once words are spread. I'm actually torn here, this is a double-edged sword... if you decided to help Arkael. First, you will definitely have his gratitude he would be in debt for the rest of his mortal life, yes...he would

He practically jumped out of his seat as I made to smack him again. My sister walked up to me cautiously. She put a hand on my bicep and gave me a warning look. I rolled up the shirt sleeve of my right arm and I saw blue scales crawling up my arm, my dragon was close to the surface. I took a deep breath to steady myself and the scales retreated. "You need to calm down, Ash," my sister said, "Now tell me about this girl Ryder is talking about." I put my hands in the pocket of my pants and took another deep breath. I told her everything, from when I laid eyes on the stunning lady to questioning Wade on everything about her.

Muscles trembled beneath the filth, and raw magic rippled off its body like heat. Its eyes—piercing gold flecked with blue—locked onto hers. Lydia stumbled forward. “Circe?” The wolf whimpered, and the sound shattered something inside her. Suddenly, the chains jerked, slamming the wolf back to the ground. Lydia screamed and rushed to the bars, but she couldn’t get close. An invisible force held her back—like a wall of glass. Like magic. That surprised her. From the shadows, a cloaked figure emerged. Silent. Menacing. It carried a tray with three glowing vials—one green, one red, one black—each pulsing with unnatural light.

“You see, living as a hybrid comes with its perks. The moon necklace or should I say moon dust necklace protects only werewolves. Its sole purpose is to protect werewolves. It can be used to create other wolves by placing the soul of a wolf that has already passed into the body of a host it will now occupy. The soul of a hybrid isn’t actually dead once buried. The body needs to be cremated in order for the soul to not wonder around.” “Since we did not get to be werewolves, our next generation were the lucky ones… well the generation after that actually. Rosalina’s grandson is a werewolf, and you are a werewolf. Unfortunately, Sofia died immediately that spell did not work. And turns out, you

He murmured, "She's just lying there anyway, like she's already gone, not using her eyes. Might as well give them to someone who really needs them." A shadow of pity passed over the doctor's face as he said, "But… What if Ms. Yocelyn Carden wakes up one day?" "Then we'll cross that bridge when we get to it." In that instant, it hit me like a ton of bricks. Was Samuel planning to give my cornea to Amelia? Was he willing to leave me blind? I was rooted to the spot, my mind reeling, as I slowly backed away from Samuel. Watching them together, so lovey-dovey, a wave of icy dread spread through me.

With a whoosh, it rolled to both sides. Xander Faris put the Humming Twilight Slash into the sheath with no expression on his face. With a crisp sound, the two zombies suddenly trembled. The next moment, they exploded into dozens of pieces and fell to the ground. Among these pieces, there were two crystals about the size of peanuts that glowed with red light.

What had been steady turned frantic, the light flaring too bright, too fast. Cracks spiderwebbed across its surface, each one glowing with blinding emerald fire. Gasps rose. The chanting faltered. Evander’s smile froze, sharp edges of rage breaking through. “No..." he snarled, reaching forward. The Crest shattered. The sound was like glass breaking across the heavens, a scream that rattled bone and soul alike. Shards of emerald light exploded outward, dissolving into ash before they touched the floor. The pedestal cracked down the middle. The altar itself

- Bhlezy "so its right that we collect those dark crystals from the start!"- Christian "yes"- Bhlezy due to this discovery, all of us try the method of Bhlezy and we start from a small number of the dark crystal at the start, we don't get the feeling that Bhlezy is describing but as minutes passed, my body is getting used to these feelings and the dark crystals suddenly vaporize and it went inside my body as the vaporized dark crystals went inside our body, we heard Bhlezy's voice