Mystic Onyx Eggs Novels & Stories

“Strange. There’s nothing. It doesn’t sound hollow either. Don’t tell me this is some kind of egg?” Mason burst into laughter after he said that. “Haha. Don’t speak too soon. Asides from its unusual color and the fact that it has some strange inscriptions on its surface, this thing does look like a fossil of a dinosaur egg, judging from its size. Maybe it’s actually a monster’s egg? If that’s the case, then it might not have anything to do with breaking into the true god status!” “No way!”

My eyes are drawn to a cluster of seven little figures ahead and I walk forward until I come to a stop directly in front of them, the mizuki crystals. They are beautiful, in a terrible terrible way and I realise suddenly that none of us knew a damn thing about these crystals. None of the masses at all. The mizuki crystals are... eggs. Huge black glossy eggs. My heart leaps against my throat when myriad eyes flutter open on the smooth surface of the eggs. Danger! Everything about this room, about them, screams danger. The milky rheumy eyes fix on me and blink in unison and then the whispering resumes. Terrible terrible whispering that makes me stagger and clap my hands against my ears.

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.

My vision clearing, I came to an ornate onyx gate, carved with symbols of dragons and snakes. A dripping creature stepped out of the shadows to the left of the gate. It was skeletal as if it had decayed, but only on one side. The other side was some sort of scaly creature with two heads. The stench was of vinegar and sulfuric eggs. It was enough to make me gag. Its eyes were hollowed out, one barely dangling by the optic nerves. Organs were partially visible only because the intestines were dragging behind it. It opened it mouths and I could see jagged and yellowed teeth, a snake's tongue flicking out as it spoke. "Only defeating myself and my army grants access."

And Eliot, already aching, would feel every single one. Damien’s steps slowed as he reached the stairwell. He leaned on the railing, gazing out at the moonlight spilling through the tall glass windows. It painted his face in silver, sharpening his smile into something dangerous. “Moonlight mystique,” he whispered mockingly. “How poetic. How tragic.” Because in the end, Eliot wouldn’t just be Theo’s obsession or Damien’s conquest. He would be something broken, reshaped in the shadows of both their hands.

These discarded remnants, once belonging to the ancient protectors, now serve as insulation and cushioning, forming a protective nest for the precious eggs. Meticulously arranged on this unique bedding, the 77 eggs emanate a sense of both fragility and hidden power. Each egg measures approximately 2 feet in length and 15 inches in diameter, elongated in shape to accommodate the growing hatchlings within. Their honeydew-colored surfaces, adorned with patches of green and blue, exude a gentle luminescence. The soft glow emanating from the eggs casts an ethereal light, further illuminating the chamber and enhancing its mystical ambiance.

“I need to move this panel, but before I do, I need your help reaching into the base of this box. There’s a compartment, but Orion’s feet.” “I see it,” my sister confirms as she joins the rest of her family helping Orion. “Do I…” “Press that side panel,” Kora instructs. “And then remove them slowly. They should be developed enough now to be okay out of their incubator for a few minutes.” Ona’s eyebrows shoot skywards in question, but she follows the instructions and slowly reaches inside the small, dark space. Carefully, she pulls out two small black and gold-speckled eggs, marked with crack-like veins of dark, blood-red.

I say. “I understand, but can I see him?” She asks, bouncing on her toes some more, inadvertently exposing herself. Mystics have unusual cocks! I thought the canine-like Lycan cocks of my mates were unusually shaped, but hers is huge and lavender tinted near the tip with three progressive knots and a smooth tip. I don’t want to think about it! “Oops! It’s not like anything you are used to, is it?” Dee asks.

I pulled away and rested my forehead against hers momentarily forgetting why I had brought her up the mountain in the first place when a little cracking sound came from beside us, Kiara frowned in confusion, looking at the source of the sound only to gasp when she saw the big cracking egg, three other eggs were beside it, but none of them had any movement inside of them as the fetuses had died. “I had found them a few weeks ago, the mother never showed up to nurse the eggs and I figured that she had died, I thought the fetuses were dead too, but as it turns out, one of them had managed to survive even without its mother’s care, it just needed incubation, which I managed to provide with a lit

In just a couple more seconds, she’d be done, and the choice would literally be out of her hands forever. Nya pulled the Heart of Magic from her bag, and the ruby red gemstone gleamed in the light, catching the red that streamed in the windows from the artificial glow outside, making the scarlet color even deeper. It was entrancing, this magical rock, and the idea that she should just put it back in her bag and go home crossed her mind. Then, she thought of Slate, thought of the kiss they’d shared, and no longer wanted to keep it at all. Nya took the stone and inserted it into the chest, ready to drop it onto the plush looking red pillow laying there.