Chimera Mha Novels & Stories

So something is already injected into their bodies that no one wants to see or know. Ranks are based on letters, with A being the first, followed by the next. Ameira was ranked first because her body was the most powerful, and when it comes to intelligence, she has the highest IQ among the rest. That's why she became the special subject of every experiment and was too horrible to remember her past. She doesn't want to remember any part of her past.

“Help me before it—” A hand—long, silver, not human—burst from the water and clamped over his mouth, dragging him under. The puddle stilled. Only his reflection remained, staring up at her, smiling. [POV 3 — Unknown Transmission] Log 041. Subject Cade Ashworth: containment compromised. Dr. Maeve Harlan: missing, presumed assimilated. Entity status: evolving. Host-network expanding. Static. Addendum: Visual data suggests tertiary consciousness emerging within the Veil.

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.

I asked before pouring another shot at my glass. "Girl, maybe you are the only one who does not know him. FYI he is just the head of Villa Cruz Construction Company. You really got a big fish," she mumbled. "He's the one who caught a big fish. B*tch I am Cassandra Monasterio, daughter of Deyniel Monasterio, the heiress of Monasterio Worldwide," I stated, full of my self. MW is the biggest hotel chain here in the Philippines, we also have 66 branches worldwide.

The men found this amusing, and their laughter added to the women's shame. Amira ate only to sustain her strength for the goal she had set for herself: to kill her captors . She would not speak to her companions or listen to their fearful wailings. Dala tried to comfort her, but she could not tolerate any kindness and would not even speak to her. Her shame was too great, her bitterness too new. Wisely, Dala gave up for the time being.

“Say you understand me. Just once. Say you see it.” Jason’s throat tightened, but he refused to answer. The Nexus Core pulsed violently. The hum built to a painful roar, shaking dust loose from the ceiling. Then… A voice. It wasn’t Andrew’s. It wasn’t human. It crawled into their minds like an icy current, cold, flat, perfect. “Designation: Chimera. Objective: Order. Process: Assimilation.” Leah’s hand shot to her belt. She yanked free a palm-sized EMP charge, her voice shaking with urgency. “It’s awake! Jason, we have to cut him off. Andrew’s still the link! Sever him, and we might keep it from fully crossing over!”

"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."

"My mother didn't just hide gold in this mountain. She hid leverage. Something big enough to make a King tremble." I ran my finger down the list of inventory. 3 crates of VX-7 gas. 12 cases of C4. Project: Chimera. I stopped. "Project: Chimera?" I flipped through the pages. No details. Just the name. And a date. The Chimera is dormant. It waits in the lower levels. The key is required to activate it. I looked at the gold key on the desk. "Stark," I said slowly. "How deep does this mine go?"

"It's a top global werewolf healing research program called Project Chimera, protected by all the werewolf kingdoms." He handed over a report. "Its security level is comparable to the Werewolf Council headquarters." Adrian took the report, his face growing darker as he read. The facility was completely sealed, with zero contact with the outside world. But to find Camilla, he would find a way in, even if it meant bankrupting the pack. No matter the cost. Meanwhile, at the Project Chimera facility, I was swamped with work. Since becoming Adrian's mate, I hadn't touched any healing equipment or raw materials for years, and my skills had grown rusty.

For a suspended moment, the aircraft cabin, the global conspiracy, the neural implant—all of it receded, leaving only the magnetic pull between them. "Course set for Macau," James announced as he reentered the cabin, either oblivious to or deliberately interrupting the moment. "ETA nine hours." The spell broken, Alex reluctantly created space between himself and Sonia, though their hands remained linked. "We should use the time to prepare. If Carlos is really waiting for us, we need to be ready for whatever he reveals." Sonia nodded, her professional composure sliding back into place, though Alex could still see the heat in her eyes. "The Chimera Protocol is giving me access to secured accou