Chrysalis Novels & Stories

There were gaps between the tarp and boat where they didn't meet. Around noon, the trees cleared, leaving rolling hills of brown grass waving in the wind. During the late afternoon it started to rain. "Jack?" Alex asked as she pushed the boat away from a large rock in the middle of the river with the paddle. "Hmmm?" he replied while dozing on the back bench seat, his baseball cap low over his eyes. "What are all those chirping noises?" "You mean the crickets?" She nodded. "They're insects that hop around. They survived the climate change because they have a hard exoskeleton."

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.

The crystal warmed on my chest, pulled from the box, its hum syncing with our gasps. Climax crashed—hers first, walls milking me, my cum spilling hot inside her. But as we peaked, the crystal shattered with a crack like thunder, shards flying. A wail filled the room, spectral—Mira, solidifying from mist, eyes wild. 'Forgive... protect...'

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.

'Cause, sister, you need to get out and get laid. You are such a nymph, Xera. If she'd been able to from inside her tree, Kyla would have stuck her tongue out. Stop thinking with your crotch. Sex isn't the answer for everything. You'd be surprised, youngling. Besides, we are nymphs. That's what a dryad is. Did you catch the stupidity virus from that fleabag or something? Oh, shut your knothole. With that, Kyla withdrew even deeper into her tree where she couldn't see or hear. The sun was almost up. It was time for all good dryads to go to sleep.

“Protect the crystal!” Erynn darts toward the monument, her void-tainted relic pulsing, its hymn searing, the crystal’s light dimming, its vines cracking. Kalia’s orb cracks further, its void-energy erupting, her hymn a wild cry, her aura flaring, her eyes distant, a vision seizing her. “Aelys!” she gasps, her hands trembling, her vision showing a new rift-world—Sylvara, its forests void-blighted, the Herald’s ritual pulsing, the stolen relic its heart, Veil-threads fraying like ash. I shield Kalia, my blade striking a starborn, my shoulder throbbing, my vision blurring, my mortal heart straining. “Kalia, focus!” I shout, my voice strained, my hand steadying hers, our hymns merging briefly,

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i

Her brown eyes penetrated Cassandra's, and she began chanting, never leaving Cassandra's fear ridden eyes. It didn't take long before her screaming filled the air from the unbearable pain she was feeling. Cassandra wasn't lying, she had spelled her memories, making it harder for us to get in and also making it much more painful for her. But what she didn't know was Krys was an all powerful primordial witch, she knew how to find a way around it.

Engulfed by the height of fear Loud creeping mantra I hear In the midst of blowing wind Within the huge prison I seal A butterfly knocked on my empty garden Sprinkling gold dust on my dim den Nevertheless, I shunned From the colors offered in her palms Because I need healing From the monsters I was dealing Yet embraced by the wings of ease My world is now at peace She is my healing She is my cure She gives me feeling My pain I succeed to endure I found my remedy in her eyes A cosmos as wide as the skies A place infinite far from lie A home with no more silent cry -Xander Evans 🔸🔸🔸 The End.

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