Chrysalis Royal Road Novels & Stories

Do I have some kind of magic power? "See? You are not just a werewolf but one with royal blood." Alejandro told me an old story about the princess who went missing after a war, he told me that I am that princess and I am a royal. "Although you didn't grow up here, I am certain that you belong here." He repeated. All I can do is to watch him and process the information that he is telling me. "About what happened to you last night…" He told me that he is entitled when someone is about to go into adulthood. It's like a process when someone is ready to awaken his or her power.

Krystal purred, her tone cruel, triumphant, as she pressed herself against Rowan’s side. The world erupted in chaos. Explosions tore through the ballroom, sending splintered wood and flying embers into the air. Screams echoed all around her—some human, some twisted and unnatural. Smoke filled the space, choking her lungs, burning her eyes. Flames licked the walls, and through the confusion, she realized that she was standing alone. Everyone else—the masked prince, Rowan, Krystal—had vanished, leaving her alone in the center of destruction.

Adolph eyed him, “For what reason have Wiccans been in hiding all this time? Something tells me that Morrigan isn’t just to blame.” His lips twitched, “Do you know why it’s called Crystal castle?” Adolph eyed him. He had never asked and no one had ever mentioned it. “Crystal would have been your ancestor had things been different,” Taliesin said. “But the first Raymond king was under pressure to marry one of his own though Crystal, a Wiccan, had been instrumental in caving the kingdom out of the wild after parting from the vampires. He named it in her honor, though she refused to forgive him.”

But it was too late to hide my skin. Beneath the bright lights of her office, my bare left wrist was completely visible. The dangerous golden threads of my royal veins were pulsing with a bright, liquid fire. And there, sitting perfectly over the pulsing blood, was the clear, unmistakable shape of a burning star. The Golden Royal Crest was completely revealed. Cassandra stared at my wrist in pure, horrific shock. All the color drained from her face, leaving her looking completely terrified. Her advanced wolf senses instantly recognized the ancient, dominant royal energy radiating from my skin. It was an energy far greater than any Alpha line in this valley.

“Rumors began to fester among the elders. Whisperings that the queen—your mother—could not bear a second child. And the council demanded a male heir to ‘secure the throne.’” Lucian frowned. “Typical.” Raiden’s hand tightened on my thigh in silent agreement. Marisol leaned forward. “But your father refused. Your mother too. They believed their daughter would inherit the throne. And rightfully so. Queens rule kingdoms, don’t they?” A small smile tugged at her lips. I swallowed, something hot pressing behind my eyes. “But then,” Marisol said, voice darkening, “came the witches.” I stiffened. “Not witches like me,” she clarified. “Dark ones. Hungry for power. They sought to kill the royal child,

And what they had to say made Farkas roar in excitement. The Royal Princess was part of a prophecy that involved a lot of power. He had no idea of what kind of power it was supposed to be, but he knew that it wasn’t something to take for granted. He wasn’t a man with a lot of beliefs, but he had come to learn that some things you simply accepted and didn’t question. He knew there was power and magic beyond his reach in this world and he never cared or dared to confront it. But if he could put his hands on some of it easily, why wouldn’t he?

The sound that vibrated from the golden cradle wasn't a cry of life; it was a frequency of reclamation. As the three-eyed child opened its mouth, the reality outside the panoramic windows of the throne room began to unravel. The stars weren't just fading—they were being pulled into the room, distilled into raw data to feed the "Alpha-Variable."

Which was not to reproduce nor choose sides, as Christopher made it clear to Rikkard that if there were more seers and healers, there would be cruel wars that could destroy everything that we hold dear. ‘And here I am. Why? How?’ I was feeling like Harry Potter must have felt when he found out he was a wizard. Wait, would that make Sister Ophelia my Hagrid? I held back a giggle by the stupid thought on my mind and gave Elsbeth my full attention. 'My child, Christopher held back an information from Rikkard. That Rikkard would one day break his own rule, fall in love and have a child with a seer. And that child… is you.'

"Enough talking about that dimwit, serve me the wine Harrold." "Yes, your highness." Then as Harrold pours the wine on the glass, he took an unnoticeable sachet of black powder and springkled it inside the glass without the Prince noticing. And after the Prince fell in deep sleep from drinking, Harrold lifts Prince Russel's face and squeezed it.

“I’m sorry, madam. I’m just a driver. But maybe you should visit and see some places that play huge significant value to the history of Capria.” “See? You’re not just a driver. Tell me about the King?” “Ahh. America has no monarch, yeah? The first king was King Kamrun—” “Who?” “King Kamrun of Braynburg?” “Oh, and the current King?” “He’s critically ill.” His people must love the King if he didn't rule like in that 15th-century monarchies. “I’m sorry to hear about that.” My chest felt hollow. “The Prince apparent is Prince Isodore, Duke of Burkhese. You should visit Burkhese. It’s a great place, surrounded by the ocean. If you want to visit a little bit colder than Winterbourn, try Guardion.