Chrysalis Royal Road Novels & Stories

If found guilty the royalty has all the right to put the life of the offender to an end. Uh-huh that was never in her plans. Never. She just wanted a simple and no drama kind of life but ever since she was born her life has been filled with scandals. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe nor blink. She was terrified to an extent of literally shaking. The bowel in her hands was threatening to fall over if she didn’t stop. Her eyes were fixed on the white substance on the purple cloak of a the royal Prince. Not just any Prince. He was known by many disturbing names.

He said while lifting his hands. "I don't want to calm down Adrean. Where am I?" I asked loudly. "In my palace." He answered Softly then looked away. "What do you mean your palace?" I asked seriously. "Where is she?" A woman's voice asked. The door was opened by a man in golden armor, he looked like a royal guard. An older woman walked in. She looked very beautiful, but what caught my eye was the diamond pendant that had the royal seal of one of the feared, rich kingdoms in all land.

“You absolutely have a face. That is your I am about to do something horrifying and explain it badly face.” Ben nodded. “I have seen it before.” Eli leaned around Mara. “I think we should hear the plan.” “You are fifteen,” Mara snapped. “Almost sixteen.” “If you say that one more time, I will let Black Hollow raise you.” He shut his mouth. I looked back at Cassian. “What is the old throne road exactly?” He did not answer quickly. Of course. The hesitation alone made the room colder. “It was once a passage between the Lycan throne and the borderlands,” he said. “Kings used it during war. Queens used it during coronations. The dead used it when their bodies could not be returned.”

There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here. In London, I'll be Logan Christian. I don't want to stand out in the crowd so I decided to just befriend a nerdy, lonely and weird girl named Amanda Estelle. I heard that she's actually the granddaughter of Elliot Estelle, one of the richest men in England but I don't really care. She's not as weird as I thought she would be, she's just building a wall with other people.

“Yes. And where the barrier is cracking. And where the corruption is spreading.” Lucian pressed both hands to his head. “I do not like that the map is alive.” “Magic maps are normal in the High Realm,” I said. “That does not make it better,” he replied. The puddle finished its transformation, the shape brightening until the entire room glowed with winter light. The last remnants of the stag’s antlers melted into the center, forming a crest. The Frostborne crest. The royal crest. My heart twisted painfully. “This is a farewell message.”

VIVIAN’S POV The scrying crystal shattered in my hands. “NO!” I shrieked, hurling the pieces across my ritual room. They embedded in the walls, glittering like deadly diamonds. The shadow wolves—six of my most powerful creations—destroyed. Not just defeated. Obliterated. Burned away by pure white light so intense it had burned through my magical connection to them. Royal Wolf light. The girl had accessed her power. Even with the curse still active, even this early in her awakening, Aria Winters had tapped into the Royal bloodline’s strength.

“Your true destiny awaits. Not with the King. Not with the wolves. With us.” Glowing eyes appeared in the dark—slitted, burning crimson. She stepped back, fear twisting her gut. “Soon you will choose... light or ruin... and the world will tremble" A sudden snap of branches—heavy paws on the forest floor. Ryder. His scent—powerful, dark, familiar—swept through the air, scattering the mist. Crystal spun around—but the shadow was gone. Only the whisper lingered. “Soon... little flame...”

Carlos stopped in front of an old-style villa. Pink roses were growing outside, and the lawn was meticulously maintained. He looked up at the first window on the second floor and willed the drapes to open. Alas, he was no magician, and they did not bend to his will. He sighed as he whispered his love’s name: “Crystal….”

My fingers were already shaking when I picked it up. I unfolded it. Dear Damian, I have made a choice, and that choice is to be with Ryan. He is the love of my life. I've decided to run away with him because I will not let anyone get in the way of our happiness. Please forgive us. Our love is stronger than our fear. Please go back home. I'm sure you will find a mate who will love you as much as I love him. My vision blurred. No. I, Morgan Miller, of the Crescent Moon Pack, reject you, Damian Khallowells, King of the Eastern Kingdom.

A princess’ body is not supposed to be littered with scars. We finally walk to a secluded place that leads to a forest. The man called Artis takes out a crystal ball from his bag and gives it to Roy who throws it in the air and whispers a string of words. Right before my eyes, the crystal ball looks like it’s changing, swirling even until a round big circle becomes visible to us. I tilt my head, examining it, seeing the assorted colours that swirl in it. It looks like a portal… “Now!” Roy roars and before I could understand what was happening, he scoops me up princess-style and jumps through the circle at lightning speed.