Mystic Onyx Chicken Eggs Novels & Stories

Carefully, she punctures the membrane with one of her long nails, their natural poison weakening it just enough for the blade to slip through like butter. A large pool of blood and liquid pours from Ona's middle and falls to the floor around us as Kora shouts, "Ready hands!" I position myself to receive the first egg. It is a beautiful, glowing thing of golden light marbled with streaks of white and black. Rushing to the other side of the room, I place the first one securely within the box.

Mystic squeezed Aaron’s hand. Her voice threaded into his mind: Let me. He inclined his head. She stepped forward, spine straight, chin lifted. “My name is Mystic Hayes — daughter of Helen and Dawson Hayes. I have not walked these lands since I was a child, but they are still my heritage.” She turned her forearm outward. A glowing tattoo shimmered beneath her skin — intricate, ancient, unmistakable. “I bring this mark as proof.” The head warrior slowly descended from his position and approached her, his boots echoing on stone. Aaron shifted instinctively — ready to move — but Mystic remained still.

There are four eggs, ranging from buff to greenish, with dark spots, speckles, splotches, and short swirls. “I’ve googled … it takes 23 to 27 days for them to hatch … so it should happen in the next week or so.” I never expected a badboy like him to get excited over seagull chicks. I stare at him, stunned. Who is this man? The tabloid playboy. The champion racer. The boy who once saved us. My brother’s best friend. The devil who broke my heart. … Or an angel who doesn’t know how badly he needs saving.

A small militia made up of adults would protect the nests, babies would only be let out once they have fully matured. In the past 5 months, King Fitzroy and his troops had been risking life and limb to hunt Golden Peacocks. Hundreds of nests were raided and hundreds of eggs were collected. The Eggs were filled with mana and very delicious. Just one egg was worth 300 mana berries. He would take some for himself and share the rest amongst his men. Xasha told the king to raise the peacocks in a safe and healthy environment instead of hunting them into extinction. This way he could create for himself, a constant and reliable supply.

Leaning against the black marble fountain, surrounded by his entourage like a king with his court, was the kind of boy who didn’t need to announce his dominance—the world simply bent to his will. Damien Leclair. The name was already infamous. Halewood’s untouchable. Wealthy. Brilliant. Arrogant. Every rumor painted him as something between a genius and a devil, a man who could destroy you with one look. His sharp jawline, his tailored blazer—he didn’t wear the school uniform, he commanded it. And his eyes… God. They weren’t the usual hazel or brown or blue—they were storm-gray, cold and sharp, as though he’d swallowed thunderclouds. When they locked on me, just for a fleeting second, I felt

Now she was crouched only a few feet away from it. The egg was much smaller than she imagined it would be, even with her knowledge that the Ciconi Council of Elders had shrunk the egg into the size of a pendant and then encased it in a tube container that was made of a crystal-like substance. Aki had heard enough of the legends to know that what she was gawking at was two layers of indestructible Adamantine; both shell egg and protective case.

Before entering the school, I heard a few things about this mysterious place situated on the mountainous side of Mystic Heights, a city in the heart of London. Mystic Academy, as it was known, was a mixed school primarily for kids with some uniqueness from wealthy homes. The requirements to get in seemed unattainable for mere humans, as I learned. It had a reputation as a school for "freaks," and the general belief was that only freaks would gain admission. That label didn't bother me much, considering I'd been called a freak all my life by my stepmother and her children—even their friends. My stepmother often locked me up in the cellar, praying for God to unpossess me, as she believed I was

Reaching behind another pink crystal, Maria spotted a crystal pink egg adorned in gold ornaments. 'Found it!' She happily held the item in her hand before taking out her list. On the list given to each student, there were five colored crystal eggs which ranged from emerald, pink, ruby, sapphire, and topaz. "I found one!" Julian's voice rang out, holding a similar egg, only his was topaz.

Tia’s head whipped toward him. Cain saw the glow under her belly. “Oh no,” he muttered. “It’s happening.” A bright shimmer spilled onto the stone a smooth, glowing violet egg rolling gently into the indentation. Cain lunged. Tia whipped around, eyes blazing. “DON’T YOU…” Mikan slammed his wing in her path and roared at full volume. The chamber shook. Cain snatched the egg, surprised by its warmth, alive, pulsing, delicate. It thrummed like a heartbeat in his hands.

Anyway I was leaving today, so I shouldn't be bothered about this now. Nisha was sitting before a big sand tub which was filled with eggs, little cute yellow chicks and a fat hen sat over them. The little chicks were scratching and pecking their way around a brooder. Nisha sprinkled some grains before them and watching the hilarity ensue as they all tried to get a piece was such an adorable thing. The mother hen was busy poking the eggs with her nose helping her babies to get out of the shell. My hands reached my mouth in amusement as I never witnessed a chicken birth before.