Chrysalis Light Novels & Stories

She took flight, her wings fluttering and her hands blazing with fire. "Axylia, finish it quick!" A masculine raspy voice of her companion, the humanoid crab Prime Chimera, called out. His pincers were snapping about threateningly. Lars' eyes darted between the crab creature and the flying moth girl Axylia. He could feel the bloodlust from their stares. "Lighten up, Brachyura. We have all night long and he's got no one here." Lars yanked his necklace and the sword of light materialized in his hand. He made the first attack by sending out slash waves of light to Axylia. She dodged far quicker than her enormous wings let on.

She stepped closer, ignoring the chill that crept up her spine. The archway opened into a hall lined with statues—twelve in all, each representing a figure half-man, half-something else. Wings of stone, claws of marble, faces eroded into anonymity. At the center stood a raised dais, and on it a pedestal holding a sphere of translucent crystal the size of a heart. Inside the sphere, lightning curled and faded. Zevran stopped beside her. “Please tell me we’re not touching that.” “It’s a conduit,” she murmured. “The Cradle’s voice condensed.”

JEREUMS'S P.O.V. He fired arrow after arrow, the tips of the silver heads glistening in the torch light before embedding itself in the creature. It shrieked and growled as it was being assaulted. Syberus kept on coming closer as he fired and the creature was moving backwards on impulse with every arrow it took. I could see parts of it evaporating into the air around. He got closer to me and I got to my feet. "Thought I would leave you alone?"

Kira pointed out the brickwork of the roads, which was made from concrete and asphalt. "There's nothing like this at home. Are those lights?" Ricky pointed to an arched pole with a glass ball in it. "How does it work?" "There are some angels who are born with the power over light. They can make lightning, little balls of light, anything with light. They had an idea to make a device that harnesses a crystal of light when the sun goes down, and thus, lights." Nyxie looked to Kira. "We should talk to the elders about that. It'd definitely help."

There was this uneasiness in my heart and a burn in my wound. “Erin White?” the receptionist calls my name. I got up from my place and went inside the office. As I open the door, a mixed fragrance of jasmine and woods strike my nostrils. It lightens my mood and anxiety. My gaze meets with a pair of angelic blue orbs that are shining like sun rays in water. “Hello, Erin! I am Light. How are you? Please take a seat.” he gestures to me to sit. “I am physically fine but mentally, a total mess.” I smiled slightly at him.

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.

The ground beneath them trembled once again, and the light from the Nexus Crystal began to grow brighter, filling the room with its brilliance. Elysia felt a surge of power, one that wasn’t just her own, but something that had been left behind—Alex’s presence still lingered, guiding her. They weren’t alone in this fight. “You’re wrong, Morgana,” Elysia said, her voice ringing with certainty. “You are not this world. You are just a shadow. And shadows fade.” With one final burst of light, the Nexus Crystal erupted in a wave of energy that filled the space, its power overwhelming the dark forces Morgana had woven into the very fabric of reality. The light surged out, swallowing everything, unt

, asked Adam using his mind. “Please look at me”, he added. “Yes, I can hear you”, Kris responded. “Thank goodness, I am so worried about you”, uttered Adam. “I am fine, whatever it is you are planning, do it”, Kris commanded. “Do you still have few energies left, can you shed some light all over the place?”, Adam asked. “I need your light, for me to see the head of that creature”, he continued. “Yes, I can”, Kris replied. Adam prepared himself and so was Kris. She gathered all her strength. She has to produce the strongest light as possible.

I commanded through the link, my voice a vibrant, desperate melody. Five-year-old Lyra trotted forward in her crystalline Prism Wolf form. She didn't look afraid of the ethereal giants or the humming forest. She sat beside Elena and began to glow with a brilliant, iridescent light. This was the "Prism Translation" on a biological level. Lyra’s crystalline coat began to refract the high-frequency air, stepping it down into a wavelength that Elena’s lungs could actually process.

A soft, ethereal pink light spilled into the dim office. Tristan leaned forward, his fatigue momentarily forgotten. Inside the crate, resting on beds of protective straw, were clusters of crystalline minerals. They were beautiful, formed in overlapping, petal-like layers that mimicked the shape of blooming flowers. They pulsed with a slow, rhythmic internal light, casting dancing shadows on the walls.