Chimera Ants Novels & Stories

a gelatinous form of the Sombra that moved like mercury. "They aren't 'Sovereigns' and they aren't 'Refugees,'" Tommy observed, pointing to the swarms of Abyssal-Shrimp and Giant-Tube-Worms that were moving in a "Macro-Pattern" that defied standard predatory behavior. "They are 'Integrated.' The entire trench is a single, 'High-Pressure-Cerebellum.' It’s the 'Hydro-Symmetry.'"

It was long, spindly, and covered in a fine, dark fur, but the fingernails were made of sharpened obsidian. ​“What is that?” Winnie gasped, stepping back. ​“A chimera,” Silas said, his silver arm flaring with defensive light. “A relic of the pre-Dissonance era. They tried to merge wolf DNA with the Fallow’s original strain to create a guardian that could survive the solar flares. They thought they killed them all.”

[Chanel’s POV] “Right.” I give Anthrose one last look before turning my gaze toward the creatures that are slowly making their way toward us. They’re different from the beasts that we’ve encountered until this point, but they’re also the same. These look almost like worms, but they have legs and buglike faces. I guess if I had to compare them to anything, it would be centipedes. Just watching them move gave me the heebie jeebies, but I wasn’t about to let them stop me from getting to what I wanted.

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.

Bartolo grabbed the other beetle by the head and tore it off its torso like it was paper. Ants swarmed over Bartolo’s body, eating him alive. It was no problem for a chimaera with super regenerating ability such as Bartolo. Bartolo rolled his large body on the ground, crushing the ants and got them off him. Mala helped him by blowing away the ants after taking a deep breath. Only the smaller ones were blown away while the bigger and heavier ones clung on the ground, wall, and ceiling. Bartolo’s surroundings were clear of insects now and provided him with some breathing room.

"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."