Chimera Monsters Novels & Stories

he croaks, his head lowered. "Warned me about what?" "I'm not just a werewolf, dove. I'm worse. Much worse. There are many monsters in my world, you see? But among all of them, I am the monster they all fear." My stomach churns as my fear grows. He's unfolding another layer of himself, and I'm not sure if I'm ready for it. "W-what do you mean?" "I'm a tribrid. Three creatures exist inside of me. But at the same time, they're unified. I am a werewolf, a vampire, and a—"

My heart is furiously beating as I type the word nonhuman. Many articles pop up so I just click on the first one. There are so many definitions. Sirens,witches, vampires , demons and yes, Angels are there too. Apparently the term is used to describe people who are not exactly humans, people with unusual gifts or powers. The following article says nonhumans are just a myth and that no such thing exists. One says they were real during the eighteenth century but we're destroyed and are now extinct. I keep on reading and even click on the images. The images are a bit scary and definitely not human. The thought that I could be one of those things is more than scary.

Gen snorted. Monstra Fidelis – Monster Fight Club Advisor: Commander Karrin Vorax Summary: Unofficially official. First rule: don’t talk about it. Second rule: absolutely talk about it. Night duels. Monster form combat. No magic, just raw, feral brawls. Watchers can place bets. Winners gain power, respect, and invitations to secret GraveGalas. “Okay this one’s screaming my name,” I whispered. “Also, secret parties? Hell yes.”

“What is it?” “I don’t know,” Anya admitted, her fingers flying across her keyboard, her face illuminated by the glow of her multiple monitors. “The name itself is a clue. A Chimera, in mythology, is a monster made from the parts of different animals. It suggests this is something… put together. Something unnatural.” “The delivery is scheduled to arrive at a private airfield outside Chicago in less than twenty-four hours,” Lucian reported. “The location is called ‘The Hangar.’ It’s a high-security facility used by the city’s elite to handle their private, discreet cargo.”

Lola asked. The employee did not even look at her, “That is classified information.” He pointed at the screen which showed a map, “So Lola. Your DNA had a unique resemblance to werewolf DNA. The DNA will give you the ability to transform into a werewolf. All we know about werewolves is that they used to live in packs and have a strict hierarchy inside these packs. Basically, Alpha and Luna are the highest, then beta and omega is the lowest. As far as we know they could transform whenever they want, and the status of the moon had no influence. They lived in rural areas far away from civilization, preferably forest areas. We suggest you start looking at the biggest forest right here; the Tonga

What this unicorn wanted her to see. As if to emphasize her point on how much she didn't actually know. Stupid Human. A sea of gold and silver painted across white in the forefront of a dark green and colorful backdrop. The beauty of this place dimmed when they emerged, casting into a softer shade of hues. Everything around them was a blur of color and smudges against the angelic glow of the beasts. They stood tall with pride and elegance. As if they knew how beautiful they were and what a blessing their presence gave to others yet exuding a peace that calmed the most chaotic soul.

Wide eyes all around watched her with curiosity, fear and wonder. "You're not a prince," she said feeling the cloak fall from her shoulders as she took another step forward. "Your a monster," she announced, just then a loud thunder boomed through the air and the lights went out. The screams of the party goers went silent. A purple light suddenly appeared, emitting from a pendant, that illuminated the face of breathtaking woman. Her eyes were like hot gold burning with fire. Her skin dark and smooth with freckles of silver. Her hair long and flowing, a sentinel being...alive.

Then, pushed all that he has to reach his consciousness, believing everything is just one hell of a cruel dream. But things just gotten worse. Upon successfully reconnecting his mind to his physical body, he opened his eyes as he felt a foot take a step forward, just to see the horrible sight before him. At the peak of his suffering, he couldn't even yell a sharp scream of agony. Every piercing and tearing of his skin and flesh were distinct that he could tell which part of his body was struck. The beasts, four chimera to be specific (each one has three heads of different animal species), were attacking him nonstop while barking like mad dogs.

She read what was written in the introduction, biting her lips lightly, eager for what was to come. She begins by reading silently, "He and his offspring were cursed for breaking the rules and falling in love with a witch by her family." That's just what was written on the first page! She furrowed her eyebrows in surprise, turning her eyes to the page next to her "It is forbidden to be the companion or companion of any werewolf from outside its class, witches, phoenixes, vampires, mestizos, ogres, demons, angels.... Humans are all rejected." Her eyes fell on another category, humans??

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr