Chimera Monsters Novels & Stories

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."

"It doesn't distract. It fuels me. It makes the world clearer. We end this together, and then, we see what remains of the world." The enemies regrouped, their leader—a scarred veteran of a dozen campaigns—bellowing at his men. "The bond makes them monsters! Ignore your fear! Kill them both!" Aziel laughed, a sound devoid of mirth, echoing with the cold authority of a king. "Monsters? You have no idea what monsters truly look like." They charged again. The bond hummed with a mix of raw, animalistic fury and a haunting, quiet tenderness that defied the carnage. Aziel protected Lior’s blind spot; Lior neutralized threats before they could even threaten Aziel.

"Until a Chimera child was born. The first in two hundred years. A hybrid—wolf and Chimera bloodlines merged." "Why didn't he come sooner?" I asked. "If Soren was born four years ago—" "Chimera children don't manifest power until around age four," Nyx explained. "Before that, they're indistinguishable from wolf pups. Their magic is dormant, hidden. But when it awakens..." She looked at Rhiannon. "You remember Soren's first power surge. The one that nearly destroyed your camp." Rhiannon nodded, pale. "That surge sent ripples through the supernatural world. Every ancient creature with the ability to sense magic felt it. A Chimera child. Unprecedented hybrid power. That's when Malachar knew. Th

"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.

The two abyss demons, a black fox-human chimera and a shadowy four-legged animal that looked like a mix between a nightwalker and a wolf, stopped running as they noticed that Gregory and Derren weren’t chasing them anymore. “I think we lost them; let's report back to Mammon so he can come take care of this problem before it gets out of hand.” The fox chimera spoke in a very strange dialect, one that didn’t exist anywhere in the world. As they turned around to walk away, they came face-to-face with the three men. They each had smiles on their faces as they walked toward the abyss demons. Both abyss demons quickly turned around to walk away and met with the other warrior wolves.

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.

They were under attack from terrible monsters who wanted to eat them whole! ROAR! AAAAAGH! HELP ME! Two to five chimeras roared with deafening shrieks while people screamed as they scrambled and ran for their lives. “Ahk!” A man was thrown forward after stumbling on something, and when he turned around, the chimera pounced on him and tore his body to pieces. The sight caused everyone to grow even more terrified to the point of running off with blank minds. -----

Marcy and Dax flanked from the east, flares of magic and steel slicing the fog. But then came the second wave. And this time, they brought something darker. Link They’d summoned it. A beast born of blood rites and forbidden glyphs. Not a wolf. Not even a shifter. This was something else—a twisted chimera made of shadow and ash, wearing the stolen forms of fallen warriors. “Lily—!” I roared, tackling the creature as it lunged for her. It screamed—too many voices, not enough shape—and slammed me through a stone column.

This action seemed familiar and gave him a very disgusting déjà vu. Caelum looked up at her, she was already bending in front of him in a way that her boobs were just inches away from his touch. But there, there, Angela had made a terrible mistake. Caelum let go of the coffee mug that fell straight at her heels. She screeched. Those heels looked expensive, probably gifted by one of the many men she slept with. Not to mention the hot coffee being spilled on her bare feet. He looked her dead in the eyes, pure hatred and disgust shone on his face. Angela was more than terrified, her face had gone pale.

"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.