Chimera Ants Novels & Stories

They’d seen thousands of beautiful women throughout their lifetimes, and still, none were enough to peak their interests. A petite redhead female knelt before them. She really wasn’t much. She looked like she had just a little too much time in the sun. Her skin was bronzed, and the patches on her cheeks proved she worked too many long days. “Masters.” She bowed her head. “I am Aurora of the Chimarian Tribe.” Chimeras were interesting creatures, but monstrous. After the discovery of the tribe, the immortals banded together to make them outcasts. They were abominations to the closed minded, but miracles to those that sought chaos. The Triad were neither.

The final fight is begun, the only Varniant type against the Herrschers. “Cornelio, is it possible for this Varniant to using more than one Fluxter ability?” ask Samuel. “I’m not sure … this path still get damage even no wound, but the skin is tougher than common Landcaster.” Said Cornelio. “Sounds like Chimera path, huh?” said Samuel. “…! That’s make sense.” Said Cornelio. “Is there any record of Chimera path?” ask the commander. The operator searching the data. “Empty, Sir.” Said the operator.

“Uh, she doesn’t want that kind of farm; she’s after the Pogonomyrmex badius.” “The what now?” “Harvester ants.”“You… what dafuq is she doing with harvester ants?” “Look, at least I talked her down from the bulldogs, and I only got away with it because Australia is too far, but you best believe she’s gonna have one of us out there before long looking for that shit; that’s when you really have to worry. Those things can drop a man in less than half an hour. With the Floridian Harvester, you might stand a chance if you get stung once. I did good right.”“What does she want with the ants, Mancini?”

Vilma ponders thoughtfully, rubbing her chin and squinting her eyes across to the egg. Tristan stifles a laugh and earns a vicious jab at the ribs, while Welma chuckles as she tells, “They’re not Dragons, as they’re not restricted to being creatures that mature in an egg. The word Chimera covers a wide range of mixed breeds, you know. This one just happens to possess a Dragon’s genes is all”.

I was frozen in place, trapped in the memories of that terrible nightmare and the fact that the thing before my eyes was not a hallucination. The limbs were all very, very long. So long that the arms, with enormous hands, touched the ground. The chimera was standing several meters away from us, but even so I could see the seams that held the limbs forcibly together. In fact, the thing left small pieces behind every time it moved the slightest, and I could only imagine that they were parts of the poor flesh that formed the "body." What could explain that terrible smell?

"They are the Gravekeepers. Chimera Subject 09. A perfect fusion of deep-sea gigantism and lupine aggression." As if on cue, the shadows behind the pillars rippled. It wasn't a movement of light, but a displacement of mass. Two creatures emerged. They were nightmares sculpted from wet muscle and pale, translucent scales. Standing four meters tall, they had the hunched, powerful build of werewolves, but their heads were devoid of eyes—just rows of sensory pits like a shark, and a mouth that unhinged to reveal rows of serrated, needle-like teeth. Their skin was wet, dripping with a viscous blue slime that sizzled when it hit the floor.

Making up his mind, he wore a sleeveless tunic, and slipped a pouch around his waist, a pouch which contained a short pen knife. He knew trouble would come, he could feel it. He let himself out of the tent where Azayi still waited to lead him to the banquet. The closer they trotted, the louder the music sounded. He saw them as they pranced, ten beautiful-looking female Centaurs, dancing with long white hair and a wreath of pure white roses on their heads. They covered their chests with only black nets and so they jiggled every time they danced. From their belly buttons down, their horse bodies were lithe and powerful. But what got Chimera's mouth hanging open was that they were pure white g

She knew nothing about him but if he is willing to fight alongside her to defeat this monster then she can give him her respect. "Names Aurelius." He introduced, his eyes never leaving the monster. "So what type of enemy are we facing?" "Chimera. Mythical rank, with Divinity C. One of the 10 Great beasts and even though this one's just a Counterfeit, it still holds true to its reputation. Snakehead shoots out poison, goathead can shoot lightning, and the lion body is almost invincible. Its belly is its greatest weakness. A pleasure meeting you, by the way, I'm Ruby." she replied without batting him an eye.

Chimera has heard stories and from the little she knows, her wolf should be able to hear her call her, most especially as loudly as she did. “I've been calling... Didn't you hear me?” she asked and yet met with another wave of silence. “Oh.. stop tossing, I can't hear you. If there is nothing I will go back to sleep now” Chimera stood still her entire being shaking as fear took a grip of her, it was rather too obvious. “Mera… I've been talking for a long time, but you can't hear me… you've lost hearing” she whispers.

Teka said, turning back to Ley. “Remarkable, it even speaks” Ley said, his eyes widening in surprise, he had seen many formicary ants in his time, but they always responded as a collective, due to their hive mind, this was an incredible find,” Very well, I will take your admission and it has responded to stay in your care, so it seems this ant is now yours, for how long I do not know.” “What do you mean for how long?” Teka asked, raising one eyebrow.