Chrysalis Novels & Stories

for stability. The system generated a new internal visualization: The Crystalline City. It saw the Holarchy not as a series of soft nodes, but as a structure that was slowly hardening into a resilient, multi-faceted gem. Each conflict, each "bypass," each shared labor was a facet being polished by the heat of human will.

I stumbled back into the bedroom, my hands shaking as I grabbed the small enchanted pouch from the nightstand. It was empty. Completely empty, except for a tiny pile of fine, silver dust at the bottom. I poured the silver dust into my palm. The last remains of sixty-six moonlight crystals. Every single one was gone. "No… no, this can't be..." my voice trembled. The memory hit me like a tidal wave. Our mating night, six years ago. Elysia’s eyes were filled with happy tears. "These sixty-six crystals," she’d said, "they mean I can forgive you sixty-six times. But if they ever run out, I'm leaving."

"Seraphina Agni, save our clan and come back safe. We need you, before our clan disappears, please— save the phoenix from crying..."

She could still them for a bit if she needed to, but it was clear to her what Slate had in mind. As they ran toward the window, both of the men shifted into nearly identical dragons, Flint’s slightly smaller than Slate’s. The younger brother broke through the window, darting out into the sky while Slate paused a moment, waiting for Nya. With no hesitation, she mounted him, running up his tail and wrapping her legs around his neck. His great wings began to pump as he followed his brother through the shards of colored glass and out into the sky.

She jokes and I sense her anxiety but decided not to let her know and just smile at her. “With the power and faith entrusted to me, I present you, Pandora.” Selene announces raising her hands to the night sky and everyone cheers. The dome that raised when the ritual began was coming down in little snowflakes of light. I was amazed at everything around me. It was like I had another way to see life.

SHE said that she wanted more, so the young man gave her that. But at that moment, his gentle tongue that tenderly caresses her femininity is gone. Instead, Jason's tongue became like a burning coil. Just a glowing coil of a paintbrush that smears insane but earnest happiness into her femininity. And that gave her reason to let out a series of growls and suppressed screams.

It's so damn cool. "Yeah, I do remember! Mom told me about the four crystals. What are the other two again? The names were hard to pronounce. I just know that one is used by the seers to see future events, and the other is for making curses. Fudge! Curses and future spook the heck out of me, and thankfully, there aren't many of them as most were destroyed by the elders." Blair let out as she recalled, and her cousin explained that the Haram's Crystal is for seeing the future, and Verdana's Crystal is the one that makes curses.

“Except him! I have known Aiden all my life! If it was not for you and Daddy, of course, I would have married Aiden ages ago!” “Truly, Crys, just how much do you love him?” Xavier urged, looking at Crystal with one eyebrow raised. “Are you willing to lose your position in the Inquireta for him?” “W—what?! What kind of question is that?!” Inquireta is a subsidiary of Leonidas International which focused on fashion and jewelry. Crystal had been managing it for almost four years. “Aiden and Inquireta, both are mine!” “Your answer is disappointing.”

I was broken from the trance. "They call themselves the Nymphets. But they spell it with an 'I' instead of a 'y' which I think is dumb to me," She said. 'Kelderrrrr..." A soft voice sang out in my head. I immediately knew it was one of them. The one that was actually sitting on the cars bonnet—seemed to be their leader—was smiling at me. She twisted strands of her purple hair in-between her fingers. Tia nudged me again—even more painfully than the first.

Her eyes were just as calm and void of emotions as they were when the Great Witch suddenly appeared before her face. "Chloe!" She heard Lucian and Jucel's voice. Another explosion occurred, tossing Lucian and Jus to the other direction. The Krysts beyond the barrier between the battle and the wounded were breathless as they waited for the snow and fog to clear. Ciaran was inside his tent where Zephrain was laid and resting. He was staring at the vial and remembered Celine Travis' words. It's a part of her inner core when she was still a Water Kryst. She must have collected it for a certain purpose. If you combine it with your power, you will make a child out of it.