Chimaera Harry Potter Novels & Stories

I don’t know what she looks like as I have no pictures of her, so I don’t know if I look anything like her. Having to grow up without a mom made things difficult, but I didn’t realize it until 10 months ago when the only parent I had, my father, died. My dad was a half blood werewolf; meaning his parents were also a mix of a human mother and a werewolf father, resulting in a half blood werewolf. Half bloods may have some or all characteristics of a werewolf of pure blood origins, but each person is different. Some half bloods have wolves and can shift like any pure blood whenever they want. Some can only shift during the full moon and are only able to maintain their wolf form until the moon

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

I said hesitantly. “No, there are few creatures that survived that were chained to live in a grotto,” Hope said. “Take a good look at the shape, and you'll understand what she was talking about.” Snow studied the drawing well, then it was George who noticed what we didn't see. “It's a chimera,” George said in amazement. “The shape of the drawing is of a chimera. They are violent, lethal, magnificent creatures.” Snow cursed under his breath. “This is getting harder and harder,” she said and I took her hand.

After being silent, she said, “I need him as material to make a chimera.” “Material?” Jonea was shocked. “You mean me?” I asked confusedly. “You know about chimeras, right?” Arabel said. “It is a creature that is the result of combining two creatures with magic. And I know, the man over there is a lycan. He is a good material if combined with other materials to produce a powerful chimera.” I laughed in disgust hearing this woman’s rambling. What does she think I am? Chimera-making material? Me?

Emmett gave a small laugh—and then went quiet. It wasn't a comfortable quiet. It was the kind that filled a room, the kind that told Anna he hadn't come here just to ask about the baby. He sat there, jaw working slightly, eyes somewhere far away, and Anna recognized the look. She'd seen it on people who were deciding whether or not to say something they couldn't take back. "Emmett." she said carefully. He looked up. "Ever heard of a Chimera before?" Something shifted behind Emmett's eyes—a flicker, there and gone. "Of course, Anna. The mythical beast that has two heads, a goat's body and a serpent tail, and breaths flames."

"This... hybrid creature you've brought into our territory. The bastard whelp of forbidden blood—" I shifted partially before I could stop myself. Silver light blazed in my eyes. My canines lengthened. Power rolled off me in waves that made wolves throughout the chamber whimper and back away. "Call my son an abomination again," I said softly, "and I'll rip out your tongue." "Rhiannon." Darius's voice, strained. "Please." I forced the shift back, but barely. My control was razor-thin. "The child is Chimera," Elder Moira said, her voice less hostile but no less firm. "Chimera are classified as dangerous under pack law. As threats to be managed."

' But then something clicked. My heart began to race. 'Wait . . . the head healer is a mage. Kema’s a werewolf. So—does that mean he’s a hybrid like me?' I looked up at her, eyes wide. “Get up, child,” she said gently. “It’s fine. And yes, I know what you’re thinking.” I stayed silent, but she didn’t wait for me to speak. “You’re wondering if Kema is a hybrid, aren’t you?” “Well,” I mumbled. “Yeah . . . is he?” The question left my mouth faster than I could stop it.

She thinks I'm a good person? She's the only person I know who has told me I'm a good person. People call me Draco in the underworld, and most people associate it with the devil, dragon, demon, etc. But my fiery kitten thinks I'm a good person. Would she have the same view about me if she knew and saw what I was capable of? I know I'm not a psychopath who just kills people without thinking, but I've taken down some people because the world would be a better place without them, so I guess I did something good.

The children in the line gasps, and the chest snaps open. In the chest on a velvet pillow lies a sharp sapphire, and the Headmistress announces. "A sapphire. Apt for a telekinetic." The witches gathered burst into a cheer and clap loudly as the little girl grins, clutching the sapphire. "She'll get that in the necklace form before she starts class," Leita states. "Her aspect belongs to the paranormal category like Matron Aldar's does." “This all looks very Harry Potter-esque.” I muse. Ophelia hears this and shoots me a dirty look. “Do not speak the name of that book in my presence, I beg you.”

"Got it. Though we had to outsmart some very annoying Pokers to get it." "Pokers?" Nyla raised an eyebrow. "Evil little tree creatures who like to trap people in pits and collect their bones," Dalia said with a shudder. "But we figured it out. Eventually." "What about you two?" Kaida asked. "You both look like you've seen ghosts." "Something like that," I muttered, not ready to talk about what I'd had to do in the Mad Mage's cottage. Maybe I never would be. Then Gretchen and Kai appeared. Gretchen's hair hung heavily with damp strands plastered across her face, and she was wearing what looked like a jacket over her shoulders, shivering slightly.