Chrysalis Novels & Stories

It rained on the table like diamonds. “GOD,” She cried staring at the marvelous site in disbelief. I sat on the couch before her. “I’ll help you steal Hendrik’s Black crystal, but I got conditions,” I began. She rose an eyebrow. “You’ll have to pay me 100 gems for every pack I bring to you,” A laughter burst into the whole room. “Kid, I like your spirit but this is business and you have to remember that,” she said pulling out a cigarette from his leather jacket.

he bent down and said in her ear "I am your monster and you are my Dark Hidden Paradise " ///Guys...it's Sriste here....it's a story of some dangerous mystery with obsessjve love...so please support me with your love...I can tell u all that I will make you love with every character in story...Follow me in my Instagram : sriste__author.///

Because when a stranger knocked at your door in the middle of the night, asking for shelter amidst a crisis, there was simply no excuse to be made. Within that thirty days the butterfly would go through the craziest of cycles, starting as an egg enclosed within a shell that is both impenetrable and fragile. Gian embodies everything she hates about people. He's loud, too energetic, and always loves inserting himself in other people's business. Aera would make him leave if she could, and she tried for days on end. An apartment unit does not have enough room for two people who clash in every way possible. Then that shell would break to let out a creature that was hideous and scary and weird.

he said "She has to mate and be marked by her mate willingly for the prophecy not to come to pass"he said "What?"Lemuel was shocked,I was too as well,so as dad and Alec "Wait,wait,if she does that,then she'd be an HYRBID, wait what?"Alec asked so confusely "What's an HYRBID?"I asked "Vampire and a werewolf"Lemuel answered "No way"I said "That is it,you're gonna an HYRBID Mera shawn,you're gonna be the most supreme and you're gonna be in the position to bring balance,peace and unity to the two worlds,it is written already"the priest said

he spits. I squat down to his level. I raise my shirt and there, just above my waistband on my hip, is the Damned Forsaken crest of a raven with a skeletal wing and head sitting atop a skull with a halo leaning against it on one side and a gun on the other. His eyes widen in acknowledgment.

, She mumble "What did you just say to me?!!", Anthony boomed in fury. How dare she bring his sister into thi She opened her mouth to give him a reply, but she exited her mouth her mouth was not what she was expectin As she opened her to reply him, she felt funny, and suddenly, a surge of fluid emitted from her system like larva leaving a volcano, and she threw up on Anthony. Before long, Anthony was completely drenched in vomit

Wylan handed Nicholas some Ice-cubes and he poured water over Carter's body. Nicholas bent down to Carter's level and he grabbed Carter's face in his hand and made him look into his eyes. "She" cry "Is" cry "Mine" cry. At this point, Carter was crying out in pain everytime Nicholas took a break from speaking and put an ice-cube on his burns. How much more cruel can he get? Ice-cube on fresh burns is a deadly combo and it makes the skin itch and burn to the extremes. Carter was crying and panting heavily at this point.

JASMINE Before I knew it, it was halfway through September. I had found myself preoccupied with school and work, and temple choir had started up again. We were now rehearsing every night of the week as we would be performing during the alpha ceremony. At work, Lucy and Valerie were busy prepping for all of the desserts and the huge cake they’d have to prepare for the occasion. The whole pack was alive with excitement for something that hadn’t occurred for over forty years—the transition from one alpha to the next.

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.

Screens hung suspended like floating organs, each flickering with half-rendered faces. And at the chamber’s center— A cocoon. Long. Humanoid. Breathing. Liora whispered, “Oh gods…” Ines’s voice cracked. “She’s trying to grow a body.” Ciro muttered, “Trying? Looks done to me.” Varian took a step forward, rifle tightening in his grip. “Everyone fall back. I’ll—” The cocoon twitched. Then split. Wet, pale light spilled out, illuminating a figure as it unfolded from its chrysalis—female in silhouette but sharpened, reinforced with metal plating grafted along limbs and spine. Wires snaked into her skull like veins of thought.