Chrysalis Novels & Stories

another priest added. The High Priest stared in horror. "They're going to burn the Temple of the Moon?" A crash was heard. The smell of smoke drifted through the window. "They've started," I whispered. Orange flames licked up the eastern wall. Black smoke billowed into the sky. "Everyone to the crypt!" the High Priest shouted. "Now!" We ran through corridors filling with smoke. Heat pressed against the walls, making the air shimmer. Down spiral stairs, deeper into the temple's heart. The High Priest pulled open an iron door carved with moon symbols. Cold air rushed out, smelling of earth and ancient stone.

I just don’t know why my parents forbid me from using it but it appears to me that it will just cause me danger so I have no reasons in using so. “Happy Birthday Crystal!” A familiar voice coming from behind me really surprised me. The voice came from Kirk Robinson, my friend at Pyronia Island where we once lived. “Thanks for coming! Who are you with? I thought you’ll not be able to come but you did! You really are amazing.” Kirk gave me a slight hug before handing me his present. He is a Spirit wizard that’s why he knows how to create potions, he can also heal wounds.

Per usual, sober-me had to deal with the consequences of drunk-me's choices. . . . Chrysalis. That was the word I repeated to myself whenever I felt like giving up... Whenever it felt like the world was kicking my ass (extra hard), leaving me black and blue, I solaced myself with the idea that I was in the midst of a painful transformative period. Like a caterpillar undergoing metamorphosis, molting over and over during its journey to become a colorful butterfly. Earlier today, I must've inwardly said the word upwards of a hundred times. My silent response to every demeaning remark that I'd heard while I was on set.

says Amber. "Leave the door open," Amber says as I'm leaving. When I entered the bathroom, I inhaled Nate's scent, and I recall how he protected me from everyone's eyes when I was topless, choosing to be shirtless in exchange for giving me his shirt. As I'm returning to the room, I hear Amber talking over the phone, and I'm surprised to hear sounds indicating that she's crying. I tiptoed closer to the room to listen. "Tristan, this is the thirty-first voice message I've sent you, and you haven't called," she sobs.

Hailey: You better don’t keep me waiting, I'm almost at your house. Chloe smiled at the text and then she shook her head. Hailey sure was interested in the ice cream Zach promised. She knew she had a crush on him, and hoped that it wasn’t something serious, because she couldn't become some "you don’t have to cry anymore” kind of friend. She sighed as she typed her response. Chloe: I just got out of the shower. Shouldn't you come upstairs to come to help me out, or do you prefer I look like a spider?

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.

He suddenly yanks my head forward, his fingers threading through my curls and my eyes widen, a tear sliding down my cheeks when he bobs my head down his cock, shoving his entire length in my mouth. "A…ale..x." The sound is hushed as I gag and Alex groans, his second hand moving to my hair. "That’s it, baby. Yes. Take it. Fucking take me." I use my free hand to hold his knee while the fingers rubbing my pussy start to move faster. "Yes! Yes, Arabella, yes! Fuck. I’m gonna come. Faster. Jesus Christ!" He shoots down my throat at the same time another orgasm ripples through me and I cough out saliva mixed with the cum I don’t swallow when Alex finally pulls out of me and releases my head.

she says, maintaining the smile on her face. “How can he activate the Crisient?” one of the three souls asks, with an intense look on his face, though his appearance becomes more transparent by the second. They had been here for a long time, they had to wait because Hecate put a magical field around the room, sealing herself inside as she performed a ritual that took about thirty minutes. They had no choice but to patiently stand outside as their time kept running. “He doesn’t activate the Crisient, he cannot, even if he uses all his energy. The Crisient is a magical force of death that hones the potential of its wielder and establishes its power based on the depth of his essence,” she says,

He is making a lot of sense though. " Whatever. Let’s go or we’ll be late for our lunch meeting with Crest Holdings” Crest Holdings is a company we’ve been trying to get into a Merger and Acquisition with but scandal about me has been doing more harm to the company’s reputation. Whoever is behind this must be really good at hiding because I have tried to track them down ,to no avail. I keep hitting dead end after dead end.

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.