Chrysalis Novels & Stories

Once activated, a large holographic screen appeared, showing what looked to be some daytime drama. 'Crystal Butterflies have an electromagnetic biosystem which allows them to link and communicate with each other. They can also broadcast the information they receive, a function that humans have amplified, giving birth to the entertainment world.' Watching her brother flip through the channels, Maria was reminded of her world's modern-day television. Maria was about to ponder on other ways she could probably save the archduchess when her mother suddenly barged into the room.

The Game Maker wanted me to see this, wanted me to know I had been chosen long before the invitation arrived. I walked over to the chandelier and snatched the necklace from one of its golden arms. The rainbow light vanished as I held the cool crystal in my hands. The necklace was just as I remembered it, beautiful and alluring. The crescent moon was etched from crystal, and I could see the small fractures and grooves in the center. The outside of the stone was smooth as I ran the pad of my fingers over it.

The story settled over the Crystalline Chorus not as a command, but as a question. Prism was silent for a long time. The entire plain was silent, the monotonous hum pausing for the first time in recorded history. The silence was jarring, terrifying, and… interesting. “The raindrop… ceased to be itself,” Prism finally said. “It transformed,” Kael corrected gently. “Its essence became the ocean. Its story became part of a bigger story. Was that a loss? Or a gain?” “We do not know,” Prism answered. Its facets began to shift faster, refracting the light in frantic, new patterns. “This uncertainty is… computationally intensive.”

I think I’m losing a grip on it. “Live again…” [END OF FLASHBACK] Did I reincarnate as a woman?? With this body? This girl?? My ex-girlfriend??!

Her croaked voice boomed through the hallway, bouncing within the cells with an icy tone, reducing everyone to silence once again. She continued her search within the contents of her bag, reaching into a minuscule pocket only to pull out what seemed to be an even smaller cocoon, it's silk tightly wrapped around whatever creature rested within. Closing her eyes, she covered the cocoon with one hand, the dormant creature resting within the palm of her free hand as a faint glow of green emanated from the crevice. Seconds passed, Kyra's lips mumbled undistinguishable murmurs before opening her hands, revealing a snowy white moth had crawled out of its protective shell. It's wings, sparkling with

Your turn. Maya stepped to the intercom. "Dr. Caldwell, I'm Maya Chen. I coordinate the Northeastern Confederation. I'm not military. I'm a survivor who's spent ten years rebuilding civilization after your accident killed it. We're here because Dr. Navarro at the CDC traced the climate cycles to this facility. We know what you're trying to do. We want to help you succeed." "No one can help. The system is too complex. Too unstable. External interference makes it worse."

“And this is the crap the Elders built a prophecy on? My entire childhood I was being used as a tool, groomed for a Luna position and stripped of all my freedoms… because of this?!” He gave a small shrug. “I personally wouldn’t have done any of that… but I can see why the other Elders, men of faith, would have pushed that agenda. It is easy enough to piece the puzzle together. You’re the first female born to Chrysalis in over a century. Maybe longer.” He then pointed to one of the houses on the triangle. The one I’d labelled foresight. Immediately, I swallowed back the bile in my throat. “Born to a Beta who served an Alpha that had a son not two years prior.”

the roar of cheers and applause filled the air, and he raised his hand again. "Look at the pots at the corner," we all turned to look at those two huge pots in the corner, he continued, "Each pot has many number chits in it. There are a pair of each chit, and guess what" he stopped and I felt a bit of nervousness crawling inside my heart, "You all have to pick up a chit. Girls from green pot and boys from yellow. Though you have a prom partner, you have to dance with a partner that those chits decided for you...!"

After completing his exploration with Jia, Frankie, and others, Creed took his leave and came back to the public shelter. He put the 'Soul Crystal' he got from killing the 'Mayhem Sealcroc' inside his room along with the ring. Overnight he got a new living egg. Obviously, he had no plans of stopping his beast synthesis process. His innate saturation was still low, and this was the only way for him to gain saturation points quickly.

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.