Mystic Onyx Chicken Eggs Novels & Stories

Lillian looked around, the items in the warehouse were already neatly arranged, but it was clear that the task was far from over because the room was still full of dust. Wiggy led Lillian to a wooden chest in the corner of the room, put his index finger on his mouth before opening the chest. An egg. Eggs are medium-sized with a dark blue color, and an imperfect circle pattern that is a lighter blue. The egg was already cracked and the cracks increased as the egg moved. Slowly, the eggshell peeled off, revealing a creature just like a Biblue bird. It's just a much smaller size and covered in a thin membrane. The faded blue baby bird kept trying until half of its body was free of its shell, an

Nevertheless, her voice is gentle. “I'm good with it. Besides, we still have a lot of time.” Maximo shrugged his shoulders and straightened his back. “I want a sky spirit egg. So, it's alright.” Sirene patted Soheila's shoulders twice. “Fox for me, or a golden lion,” Ezekiel said what he wanted. “That egg is either a wolf or a cougar.” He pointed at the egg as he straightened his back. “I want a bird.” Hector just said and smiled at Soheila.

Alexis stared at Lendon seriously and said, “Mr. Martin, after last full moon night, I am sure Miss Miller can help control your poison, but….” “What?” Lendon stared at Alexis and asked coldly. “The poison has increased rapidly since last night,” Alexis answered. Lendon had guessed this result, so he didn’t get angry. “Do you know the reason?” He asked. “I think it is also related to Miss Miller.” Alexis explained patiently, “At full moon night, Miss Miller will spread a kind of special smell as well as another matter from her that could lessen the wolf poison inside your body; therefore, I conclude she can help decrease it. But on an ordinary day, her body is producing another matter that w

But Creed knew that he could not just announce this to anyone, not before he gets to bottom of this and confirms it. He was curious about the origins of the golden ring more than ever. "Okay! Let's recall again," Creed began mulling over the entire scene."I put the crystals with the ring, then somehow overnight the crystals turned in the beast eggs. The eggs differ in sizes, but all of them have a crude similarity with the beasts I hunted yesterday," He kept counting on his fingers. "A purple-Mantis, purple-Horn beetle, purple-Steel bug, and a purple-Slime"

I revealed, a mysterious twinkle in my eyes. The chickens, my dear friend, were no ordinary fowl. Oh no, they were extraordinary creatures, for they possessed within them the very essence of the legendary phoenix. Yes, you heard me right, phoenix blood coursed through their veins, making them the true descendants of that mythical bird. Eliza, with her eyes gleaming with curiosity and excitement, couldn't resist the temptation. "Riel, please, I must have some of these magnificent creatures to take home," she pleaded, her determination evident in her voice.

I can hear a lake in the distance, but before I can reach it, my foot kicks into something hard on the ground. “What the fuck?!” I glare in the dark, surprised to find a small egg by my feet. It’s not larger than a chicken egg, but it’s...blue? My curiosity gets the best of me. I pick up the egg, shocked when it starts cracking open. What the hell?!

She didn't just point at birds; she gave me an intensive masterclass. "If you want true sustainability, Elena, you can't just buy standard layers," Chloe explained, pointing to a robust flock of heritage breeds. "You need a balance. These Rhode Island Reds and Australorps are fantastic, reliable layers for daily food production. But you also need broody breeds—like Silkies or Orpingtons—birds that have a strong natural instinct to actually sit on eggs and hatch successive generations. If you don't have layers that hatch, your flock dies out in a few years."

Night Chicken's body disappeared, but it was a black bead about the size of an egg. As Samuel gently grabbed it in the air, the egg-sized stone flew to the front of Samuel. The bead was crystal clear, dark green, and there were faint lines on it. "Pearl?" Samuel looked at Azure Dragon strangely. Azure Dragon tilted his head slightly, as if he was not willing to answer Samuel's question. However, Samuel did not waste any time and raised his hand once again, causing the sheep-headed man to fly into his hand. Another crisp cracking sound rang out.

Especially when I wasn’t. Then came the eggs. Five of them. I can still picture them as clearly as if it were yesterday. They were beautiful—each one the size of a small watermelon, with shimmering, iridescent shells that glowed faintly in the dark. They were warm to the touch, pulsing with life, and I could feel the tiny heartbeats inside them, thrumming in sync with mine. We had to move out of the Pack house to our own separate building to ensure ideal conditions for them to hatch.