Chimera Oc Novels & Stories

Vespera walked toward the stone railing, but paused when she spotted a silhouette leaning against the wall. A small orange ember glowed in the dark… it was Ezekiel, smoking. She stayed still for a moment, the moonlight glinting off her emerald dress. When Ezekiel finally looked up, their eyes locked. Vespera offered that same polite smile, but Ezekiel's face was a mask of torment. He crushed the cigarette under his shoe with a sudden, forceful motion and took a step towards her. Each heavy step carried three years of grief and a sudden, terrifying hope.

She froze at the sight she saw in the mirror. Her mark occupied almost half of her body, like a perfect tattoo, which looked like it was made a long time ago, yet realistic, like it was alive. The rose, which was on her neck, was now much larger and was located above her left breast, and was in the hand, that is, the claw of the Lycan, spreading to the neck and back, on the right side of the waist, ending on the half of the calf of the left leg.

She licked her lips as if remembering the taste of it. Then, she resumed in her monologue, “There’s this funny and ridiculous rumor plaguing the whole South at the very same time Myrri got so nosy. It was said that one unwanted omega wolf would come and bring peace. Halting and stopping everyone from doing the very thing vampires love to do—chaos. And the only thing to know and differentiate her from the others is that she ain’t a future Luna. A onee-ofa kind banished omega.” She clasped her hand and chimed, “And you obviously aren’t a future Luna! Your mate is my handsome and annoying nephew!”

With a thin, blue light swirling around them, Lars and Edwin flew off to locate this being of silverstream. For all the time Lars spent scouring the regions of La Shania Mirepa, he never had any encounter with Silver Sovereigns or Prime Chimeras. They were completely laying low somewhere in their turf regions and Lars didn't get much clue about it. That particular day, it was the first of Lars seeing a Prime Chimera. This Prime Chimera, a human - sized orchid mantis, was feasting on someone in an alley. Lars saw from above and horrified of the scene. The mantis Prime Chimera looked up and seemingly not caring of the Scions' presence at all as he continued eating.

The groups that we come in contact with are worse than I've seen in a long time. They have lost all humanity. They don't have a soul. Not one that I can find at least. I learned after about a month that I can feel wolves, souls. Whether they're good or bad and sometimes it does get overwhelming having so many wolves traveling with me. Thankfully I have learned to shut them out for the most part. Sometimes if they are feeling something deeply it overwhelms me to the point that I blackout but thankfully that has only happened a few times. My best friend Jaime has been helping me control what I can feel. She's a hybrid, part witch and part wolf. She was kicked out of her pack for that reason al

I hear Lesha say with a grin on her face as she watches us. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Ms.Ox, I promise not to keep her out too late." I say as I hold out my hand to shake hers. Her grandmother looks down at my hands without moving at all, and I start to feel uncomfortable and slightly awkward. She looks straight in my eyes with a serious expression on her face. "I expect her to be back here no later than 11pm and I am choosing to trust you with her safety, so if anything happens to her, you'll have me to deal with." Ms.Ox says sternly as she extends her hand and grips mine with a lot of strength that wasn't expected at all.

“You ruined him. You used him. And now you’re going to die for it.” The scientist’s eyes glinted with cold amusement. “Ruined? No. Mastered. My masterpiece is him. My evidence. He is still not complete, though. And I'll complete what I started tonight. He extracted a vial of a liquid that shimmered black and gold and gave off a faint glow akin to molten fire from inside his coat. As soon as I saw it, my blood froze. "What is that?" I said. “The perfected Chimaera serum,” he stated with satisfaction. “It took years, decades, to refine. But you…” His eyes remained on me, greedy. “You were my blueprint. And now—now I will make myself the genuine Alpha Omega. Not merely a scientist. A deity.

I was drowning in it, caught in a feverish heat I couldn't control—a scent that was terrifying, suffocating, and infuriatingly seductive. I hated him. I hated myself. And more than anything, I hated the karma that left me powerless against him simply because I was born an Omega. My fists balled tight as the raw, suffocating frustration finally snapped something inside me. My pride refused to take this sitting down. Throwing caution to the wind, I opened the floodgates and let my own pheromones surge out into the room. The moment my scent hit the air, his head snapped up and our eyes locked.

But the girl stopped and she gave a smile to the mistress who walked away and didn't look at Erlun at all. Then Erlyn knocked on the door and when it opened, Mom stood in the door frame and her eyes lit up at the sight of Erlyn standing there. "Erlyn? Come on in," Diego invited and Erlyn went inside. This girl looked troubled because she wanted to say something to Diego, what she wanted to say was about her identity, the omega figure of the wolf nation, but Erlyn was still hesitant. "It's a good thing you came here because I have something to say to you too, Erlyn."