Chrysalis Webnovel Novels & Stories

“Ahhhhhh!” My body jerked as I went to the floor, rolling on my back. A growl erupted from my throat as I rolled on all fours. I could feel my bones breaking. I was about to shift. My wolf howled, making the witches move back from me. They could see how dire this situation was. "I'm Alpha Agatha Janus. The last of my bloodline. The first female alpha of the Red Flames. You are all in my way and stopping me from getting to my mate," I growl, standing on my feet.

Mom whispers, and I cry even more. Being Harvested was the best thing that ever happened to me. THE END. CHECK OUT FIADH'S STORY- ABANDONED Book 3, Protected, is now in the making

Still stunned how that newcomer with a strange scent mentioned the great grimoire like it was nothing, rose my ears. She came closer to Molane whose eyes continued to gush out tears. "During the spell to keep my grimoire sealed in there, it activated a single dead sperm of old Alpha Wolland's. And when charged to life, it swam into your womb and held the grimoire tightly, sucking part of it's magic, thereby making its growth to become smooth." "Who are you to talk about a grimoire like that?" "She's Kolan, the witch. She's the owner of the grimoire that was safely kept in mother's womb." Chosan stood there like a stick and started speaking as if controlled to.

Canus loved me, and I never even suspected it until he made me drink him dry and tear out his heart. So, instead of granting him his final wish, instead of listening to my Sire like a good little girl, I merely kneel there in the grimy little alley, paralysed with guilt. I’m still in the same position minutes later, when Chryseus tears into the alleyway in a rampage, all aglow like a fallen angel, bright-haired and bright-eyed and healed of all the injuries inflicted upon him earlier tonight—this morning, I should say, as most of it had happened as the sky slowly brightened with dawn.

Damian grunted, not looking away from the monitors. "Pilgrims," I said, kissing the top of his head. "They blocked the tram. I looked at the main screen. It showed the interior of Sector 9 the fusion chamber. In the center of the room, the crystal chrysalis still stood. It had grown over the years. The blue-black star-glass had formed jagged, cathedral-like spikes, branching out like coral. And inside, deep within the semi-translucent shell, was the silhouette of a man.

"Mate" I whisper as I stare at him in awe and joy. Its Chase, the guy I've been secretly having a crush on ever since I was a pup. My wolf is singing happily. Chase Star, the beta's son, we were classmates in high school and I always had this fantasy that we would be great as a couple...and its finally happening. No longer a fantasy, the moon goddess has decided to visit me by granting me my wish. I can already feel the bond growing, he is my mate. I feel like screaming right now, I'm so happy. I was smiling as I run towards him, I expected him to smile too much and throw his hands around me, but he just stood still, a grim expression on his handsome face. I felt a foreboding of fear, he was

They were no longer characters in a war; they were the Survivors of the Narrative. ​"The 400th Chapter was supposed to be the Great Synthesis," Elia whispered, her voice sounding like a distant echo in a cathedral. She was fading, her tactical consoles turning into literal puddles of ink that evaporated before they hit the floor. "But the Author... he skipped the war. He gave us the Peace of the Blank Page." ​Beyond the viewport, the Andromeda Sector was gone. The Siphons, the Ink-Ocean, and the Colosseum had been compressed into a single, infinite white expanse. And there, floating in the center of the void, was the Cradle.

he said carefully. "Third book from the left on the history shelf," she said. "Old cover. Worn smooth. There is a chapter in it about shapeshifters." She watched every muscle in his face. "Men and women who carry a second form. Who shift between human and animal. Who have gold eyes in both forms because the eyes never fully change." Silence. "Gold eyes," she said. "In both forms." Troy looked at her roses. "Interesting book," he said.

My magic pulsed like a heartbeat. “I understand,” I whispered, fear fading into resolve. “I will survive. I will rise. I will claim my destiny.” “Good,” She said, her voice fading like a silver wind. “The desert waits. The world watches. The prophecy unfolds. Walk forward, Crystal, your time begins now.” The goddess vanished, leaving me beneath the moonlight. But I was no longer the broken omega. I was reborn with a stronger wolf and magic, and chosen by fate. When I opened my eyes, I was no longer in the desert. I was in a dark forest, alive with noise.

​The hum within the Forbidden Wing of the Cradle Scriptorium was no longer a mechanical vibration; it had become a thrumming pulse, a collective heartbeat of a million forgotten species. The stasis-pods, rows upon rows of silver glass cylinders, were no longer static tombs. They were chrysalises.