Chimera Ants の小説・ストーリー

A Chimera Wolf. Aside from sniffing our previous mate's scent who rejected us, she also got curious about Amarantha's scent. It was because she is unique. Her scent is like no other. It was something close to family. Home. Hope. Her story was a different kind of genre. Her wolf form is sly and powerful. Powerful than Keri and Kaya. It was a triumphant scent that could be mistaken for mates. But for Chimeras, it is identical to a powerful werewolf. More powerful than alphas.

"But here's my advice—talk to him. Jebediah. That's the only way you're going to get the answer you're really looking for." He paused. Something cold passed over his face. "But I'll tell you this much." Anna sat up straighter, every nerve suddenly alert. "What is it, Emmett?" "A Silverback Chimera is a fusion beast. Something that bends the laws of the supernatural world. It's not just rare, Anna—it's a deviation. Something that shouldn't exist by the rules we all live by." "Why's that?" Emmett didn't answer. He just sat there, the silence stretching, his hands clasped tight.

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

To become a Chimera Shifter. The humans have a similar story but get it wrong like most. For them, the Chimera is a monster with two or three heads and a malformed body. Our Kimarhi will be so much more than that. She can shift into any form, see through her mate’s eyes, and fight with them. Because of this, we have worked tirelessly to be the accurate record keepers. All the clans keep a census, and we save a copy of all records and the Prophecy under lock and key. We have tracked all births and chosen or fated bonds over the last twenty years.

Every nerve, every ancient synapse lighting up in recognition. Chimera. Uncontrolled. Magnificent. He'd waited years for this. Decades. Centuries of hunting whispers and legends and the scattered bloodlines. Now one had announced itself. Four years old, the intelligence said. Male. Unprecedented power. Perfect. Footsteps approached. Five sets. Moving in perfect synchronization. The Bloodletters. They materialized from shadow—not walking through it but emerging from it as if the darkness had given birth. Five figures. Impossibly tall. Too thin. Moving with liquid grace that made the hindbrain scream wrongness.

To my left sat Prince Kaelen, looking bored. "Relax, darling," Kaelen drawled, swirling a glass of crimson wine. "It’s only a Chimera. Standard beast control." "A Chimera hasn't been seen in the wild for fifty years," I snapped, my eyes fixed on the sandy floor of the pit below. "Which means Darius bred this one. Which means it’s unnatural." "Details," Kaelen waved a hand. "If your wolf is as strong as you claim, he should handle a little science project."

A chimera had the hindquarters of a goat, the forequarters of a lion, and a set of dragon wings, on which, in addition, a chimera had three heads, that of a horned goat, a lion, and a dragon. This head usually resembled a red dragon, although it was not unlikely to find heads similar to other species of chromatic dragons, it flew towards the plateau after sunset, there was a temple it entered, it killed some adventurers on its way. All chimeras had access to various abilities, where each of the heads was capable of a single attack, but the most dangerous by far was the chimera's dragon head dragon breath, following with the exact attack varying from one individual to another, as in dragons,

" Oh ;you gotta be kidding me " muttered Chelsea as she couldn't detached herself from the wall of the dome, her body was still recovering from its state of shock and fear and her limbs were stiff as board . The creature seemed as if it hadn't heard which was a good thing , Chelsea felt as if hundreds of ants were crawling upon her as shivers after shivers rose and fell , erecting goosebumps over her entire body. It was a tortorantula , if her memory served her right . Gigantic among its species , this spider was the most heinous and dangerous . Known for its Cannibalism, and monstrosity , tortorantula were nearly extinct since their body made wonderful armours .

"He took bits and pieces from several different children of the moon. Mixed their seed and their eggs in labs until he had the right combination of elements. He kept speaking about searching for a mythical creature that hadn't existed for a very long time, and may not have existed at all because it has been so long since one was seen that it was becoming a thing of legend. The Chimera." "Chimera," he continues, "Have the power to take any form that they need to take from a selection of forms that they have at their disposal, they often appear like many at the same time. Think of them as a super-were. They can be part lion and part horse or part wolf and part bat. Depending on who they mate w

"That's a lot of eyes." "It's so they can see in all directions. In case predators are coming." Anya looked at Mr. Wiggles with new respect. "He must be very good at hide-and-seek." "He's the best." Across the courtyard, Liam was engaged in a different kind of lunchtime activity. He had found the school's small science corner a table set up with magnifying glasses, a collection of interesting rocks, and a small ant farm and had immediately taken charge. "These are harvester ants," he explained to a small group of classmates who had gathered around him. "They collect seeds and store them in underground chambers. The queen ant can live for up to thirty years."