Chrysalis Novels & Stories

Jake was nineteen and in his second year of college. Everyone called him a p**n warrior because he knew the girls so well. Even when they wore masks, he recognized their bodies—the shape of their tits, how their ass bounced, the way they moaned. But this new blonde girl, SweetLily, had him hooked bad.

The transparent shells expanded and softened with every breath taken beneath them. Claude and Lucretius kept one hand against their mates as the flowers closed. The vines curved around their wrists, leaving narrow openings so neither male had to surrender contact. "Moonbloom chrysalises," Iseldis explained. "The flowers will prevent their cores from reopening while the celestial water restores what they exhausted." Claudian pressed his palm against the transparent surface above Rachelle's arm. "Can Mommy still hear me?" Rachelle's finger shifted toward the warmth of his hand from beneath the shell.

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.

Somehow, Fallon is able to free Bree, but it doesn’t matter because everything is coming down around us, blocking any chance for an exit. As I spread my winds, I look at Lucifer and wave my sword. It’s time to die, mate.” Lucifer flies up to meet me, his expression one of defeat. Before he can say a word, I fly toward him, aiming my sword at his heart, but he manages to float away. My sisters and I fight our mates as The Creator steps into the power stream and begins to change. His light disappears to be replaced by dragon scales and wings as he begins to metamorphosis.

’ Trix eyes snapped opened and she met the concerned hazel eyes of Tristan. “Are you alright,” he asked. Trix nodded. “It was just a migraine,” she said glancing behind him to admire the gold panted room, adorned with beautiful and unique artifacts. One in particular caught Trix’s eyes. It looked like a bejeweled egg. It confused her a little since she taught it was supposed to be a dragon egg and why would a dragon egg have jewels on it. As she looked closer she realized that the jewels weren’t made into the shell, the were placed on it.

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

Chief Rann had been right all along, I was nothing but a virus, a disease, something that didn’t belong with humans. Groban’s eyes were absolutely normal and dark brown the one second, so beautiful, but then they started changing, they started glowing in a deep yellow color and I felt my chest begin to shake as I sank to the floor, I hadn’t even let him kiss me but I had infected him with my virus somehow. The tears wouldn’t stop coming, I looked down at my hands and felt such anger toward myself. I was a monster, Groban was protecting me, a hybrid and I infected him with a virus, my virus. I thought as more tears started to fall.

I have been feeling pain. ‘The closest to turning eighteen you get, pain and fast healing are fading away. That is because you have until your eighteenth birthday to complete the rite. If you don’t, your body becomes fully human. You will age as a human. You will live and die as a human. Lia has turned down the rite, therefore, she ages, feels, heals... She’s human.’ ‘Why did you turn down the rite?’ I looked at Ophelia with curiosity all over my face. The woman was Sonic the Hedgehog all over my fucking room, I think I believe her now.

Hiding I had been doing since before I had a word for it. I'm not fast. I'm not strong. I never have been. But I can disappear. I learned it young, the way some kids learned to swim or climb, because it came as naturally as breathing and felt just as necessary. My mother called it the Switch. A Silver Dawn gift: the ability to pull yourself inward, dampen what the body broadcasts, become background. Unremarkable. Unseen. The other kids in my Circle practiced it like a skill. For me it had always felt more like remembering something I already knew.

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.