Chrysalis Webnovel Novels & Stories

"And I couldn't do anything because both my legs were crushed." "I'm sorry..." Dread filled me up at the thought of young Tia watching her family die while slowly dying on her own. My imagination had already pictured everything out and for a moment I was the one watching my imaginary family die. But she kept on going, "I was at the verge of death but then Jhan came. He told me that I was dying and that I had less than five minutes to choose between life as an impurified vampire or a peaceful death. He made it so clear that I choose life, I would become a demonic creature. A blood drinking vampire."

I just don’t know why my parents forbid me from using it but it appears to me that it will just cause me danger so I have no reasons in using so. “Happy Birthday Crystal!” A familiar voice coming from behind me really surprised me. The voice came from Kirk Robinson, my friend at Pyronia Island where we once lived. “Thanks for coming! Who are you with? I thought you’ll not be able to come but you did! You really are amazing.” Kirk gave me a slight hug before handing me his present. He is a Spirit wizard that’s why he knows how to create potions, he can also heal wounds.

Clarissa gasped and swiveled around to face him. “Oh, Stefan!” She cried and hugged him as Stefan made an ugly face at Blake. “I was going to try to escape since they had me on trial. But now, I’m an Onyx Sage!” Clarissa rambled, stepping into the circle's center the new huddle created. “You’ve been an Onyxxx Sssage sssinccce birth.” The basilisk corrected her. “Your mother was wise in awakening me before it was too late.” Mimi agreed.

It’s only a moment but it stands out from all the other flashing scenes and images spinning in my mind’s eye. Blinking my eyes open I note the moon has passed its apex and the ritual is almost over. Lacing my fingers together I mutter a blessing to my goddess, Cerridwen, and my god, Khonsu, before dipping my hands in the alter and cleansing myself carefully to wash away the impurities and bathe in the reenergising vitality. I lift my goblet and pour my moon water into a clean glass vial to save for important work. It’s only then I spot the addition to my table, glittering in the candlelight, and pause with a small inhale of breath.

Caleb approached cautiously, his instincts warning him of the power radiating from the wolf. “You’ve come far, Alpha,” the wolf’s voice rumbled, low and heavy with wisdom. Caleb dipped his head respectfully. “I’ve come seeking answers.” The wolf’s gaze bore into him, as though searching the depths of his soul. “The Moon Goddess has shown her mercy,” he began, his words deliberate and filled with weight. “Luna has been granted the rarest of gifts—a second chance. She was reborn, her essence intertwined with another’s body, as decreed by the Moon Goddess eighteen years ago.”

A new life waiting for me, growing in my womb and in the steadfast warmth of Elijah's arms. It won't be easy, untangling the twisted threads of my own heart. Navigating the treacherous landscape of pack politics and ancient prophecies. But for the sake of my child...for the promise of a future free from madness and betrayal... I'll walk through fire if I have to. I'll carve my own destiny in blood and smoke and sheer, unrelenting will. And by the grace of the Moon Goddess...I'll find my way through. No matter the cost.

Was she trying to tap into the power of the crystal or was she trying to do something else? Luca exhaled, explaining carefully. “The Crystal is an ancient stone, created by elders and powered with forbidden magic. It gives unimaginable strength to whoever holds or owns it. Too good to be true but it is and it can break curses or create them and do some pretty deadly things.” I was confused and who could blame me when I spent years being lied to and abused by my father. Arya spoke behind me. “It also creates a hunger for power. That hunger destroys you if you’re not careful. It destroys anyone who goes crazy for its power. That’s why the woman in your dream warned you.”

It tasted earthy and soothing. “Thank you,” I said. “For helping me.” She nodded once. “You were running far. What are you running from?” I hesitated, then lied. “Just some trouble in my old pack. Nothing serious. I needed a fresh start.” The woman watched me for a long moment. Then she spoke. “You were born as a twin in Silverclaw Pack. Your family hid you as a boy to protect you from the Alpha’s law that permitted only one child per family. And when the truth came out, he made your mother choose. She couldn’t. Your brother clung to her, and they burned them all—your mother, father, and brother. You watched. You survived. You killed the Alpha in revenge and ran. You disguised yourself as a

“This is stupid. Nothing’s happening.” “Keep going,” Ezra said, crouching nearby. “I saw you last night—you were close. What does it feel like?” “Fire in my bones. Everything locks up. No release.” Dane pushed through the reps. “Why do you care? You hate me.” Ezra laughed. “I like winning. Beating you fairly beats holding this secret. Talk. When did you first realize you couldn’t shift?” “I was fourteen,” Dane grunted. “Full moon ceremony. Everyone changed easily. I froze. Dad covered, said late bloomer. It never came.”

Maybe I should have asked Chiara for that potion. Crista’s trying so hard right now to stay focused, to not let the heat take over. But I can smell it, her scent becoming more pronounced with each passing moment. “So if we are the darkness and light, we’ve obviously found each other.” Crista sighed. “And we have Bloodmoon pack members here and warriors on their way to help with the war.” I pondered. Crista blinked, pushing off the desk, her strong scent hitting me. Her heat was starting to take over.