Reformed Chrysalis Novels & Stories

Elara's entry was extensive: "Subject: Elena Chen (Elara) Age: 5 Classification: Empathic Perception, Consciousness Absence Detection Threat Level: High Development Trajectory: Exceptional Family Situation: Mother - consciousness researcher, Father - Guardian operative Acquisition Priority: Critical Notes: Subject demonstrates breakthrough ability to detect consciousness suppression technology. Can identify covert enhanced operatives. Represents significant national security interest. Recommend immediate acquisition before capabilities are fully developed or compromised by hostile actors." I read it twice, not wanting to understand. "They're cataloging enhanced children for acquisition. This

Ember told me. “What is she? Is she okay? Can she hear us right now?” I questioned. “Chrysalis is physically a hybrid witch and wolf. And she’s okay at the moment thanks to you and Tai. And she can’t hear everything but can feel all of you. I wouldn’t take that from her.” She said smiling again. “Is she going to be okay If we let her go?” I asked a bit worried. “If you give her a bit more help if you know what I mean.” She said, hinting at us being more active.

Makoto spoke, swirling the red wine in his glass, “You see, we aren’t merely in the business of flesh anymore. That part is old news. Anybody can snatch a girl off the streets, drug her, and sell her body for a few bills. But we… we have been building something bigger. Something eternal.” The lean brat nodded in excitement. "We call it Project Chrysalis. For years, our finest doctors, scientists, and handlers have worked in the shadows. The Serpents no longer want to just sell flesh. We want to manufacture it. Breed it. Shape it. Refine it.” Carlos stilled, his gaze darkening behind the glasses. The blonde chimed in. "We’re experimenting with controlled genetics. Enhancing children in secret

"Ethan." Ethan stepped forward, opening the silver briefcase and sliding three thick leather folders across the glass table toward Marcus. "What is this, Mr. Vance?" Marcus asked, cautiously opening the top folder. "That," Victoria answered, leaning forward so her dark eyes pinned the PR director, "is Penelope’s private financial trail for the last three years." Marcus flipped through the pages, his eyes widening in sheer disbelief. "Good God... gold-plated jewelry purchases charged to the Sterling Charitable Foundation... private jet charters... three million dollars in personal shopping sprees disguised as corporate branding expenses?"

When I am sure that I am at a safe distance I turn my words to dragon instead. "We are going to shift. Let's make this a quick transformation because I don't want him to see me in pain. Remember that if you don't behave I won't let you out to see him ever again" I command her. Agreed. Agreed. Now let's go! With her agreement I close my eyes and let her take over. My skin flutters as my scales take over and without looking I know that they are a scarlet red. My nose stretches to become my snout and I clench my jaws to hide the sharpness of my many teeth. I crouch over to land on all fours when my flat belly stretches to a large round one. My wings sprout from my back spreading wide as my legs

"Seraphina Agni, save our clan and come back safe. We need you, before our clan disappears, please— save the phoenix from crying..."

’ I said taking the torches under my arms and walking downstairs. Kyla’s POV: My mother had bought me the most gorgeous dress for the ceremony. It was a light cream mermaid dress, almost white, made entirely of sequins, that went down to my feet. It had elbow long loose sleeves and the cleavage made me blush, as the curve of my breasts could be seen. It fit perfectly on my body, and it showed all my curves. The length was perfect enough for me to be barefoot. I’d go in the water as human, and emerge from it as a vampire with unknown abilities. I had nothing to lose at that point of my life. Everything had been perfectly arranged and they fulfilled their part of the deal. I didn’t know if I w

Per usual, sober-me had to deal with the consequences of drunk-me's choices. . . . Chrysalis. That was the word I repeated to myself whenever I felt like giving up... Whenever it felt like the world was kicking my ass (extra hard), leaving me black and blue, I solaced myself with the idea that I was in the midst of a painful transformative period. Like a caterpillar undergoing metamorphosis, molting over and over during its journey to become a colorful butterfly. Earlier today, I must've inwardly said the word upwards of a hundred times. My silent response to every demeaning remark that I'd heard while I was on set.