Chimera Resistance: Fall Of Man Novels & Stories

His black feathers decreased gradually to his back. I could see the sword as its non-ordinary edge shines at his chest. "Am sorry Ajax, Go back to hell!" He said as he revokes his sword from his chest. Alex fell on the floor after he was finally released. Ajax rotted into gleaming beams as its harsh light moved into the Atmosphere. The disintegration was done before I could finally see the sword holder. "It was the director...Lucifer"

"I will remember that, Dear Father." I did not know where I found the courage to say those words. I knew deep down that keeping such a massive secret was wrong, dangerous, and an act of disobedience. But I no longer knew what else to do. I had already fallen deeply, irrevocably in love with a mortal woman. And I was terrified—terrified that I might end up like those angels spoken of in whispers: those who had their beautiful wings severed from their bodies and were cast down to earth as punishment, all for committing the forbidden act of loving a human being.

Submit. The Foundry has fallen, but the "Project Chimera" has already succeeded in its primary goal: infecting the next generation. The Harem has the Queen, but the city has a new, shadowed King who can control the infected through a frequency they can't resist. Can the Six-Point Anchor hold against a city of sleeper agents, or will Elara have to make the ultimate Sacrifice to break the frequency?

Akira: Come if you dare, i too need releasing some of my steam Hana: Don’t regret it. After saying that her body start changing, there’s a wing unfurled on her back. A pair of jet black raven wing appear. Her body too change to be more tempting to other gender. A sexy Falllen Angel appear in front of me. In her world. She is daughter of the leader of Fallen Angel. Fallen Angel on her world aren’t an Angel that fallen from his grace. But a Race.

“I’ve been given the elevator unlocked, however you’ve been given thirty seconds earlier than the lockdown seals everything!” We dove into the elevator simply because the metal doorways commenced to close. The construction shook because the lab’s structures failed, and we sped closer tos the floor floor. Back withinside the van, Vanessa monitored the fallout. “Chimera is dead,” she said, alleviation flooding her voice. “Dominion’s final contingency is gone.” But as we drove away, my telecel smartphone buzzed with some other message. Unknown: “You’ve behind schedule the inevitable. Dominion is greater than a system—it’s an idea. And thoughts can’t be killed.”

​The Citadel of the First Verse was not merely crumbling; it was being unwritten. As the "Gemini-Omni Archive" flooded the Council’s sterile networks with a century of raw, un-edited human grief, the white marble of the Core’s sanctuary began to dissolve into streaks of grey static. The twelve clones—the "Failed Drafts"—did not scream. They flickered like guttering candles, their faces twisting into expressions of ancient, weary envy as they watched Kael, Nora, and Elia race toward the docking bay.

When we reach the door to his chamber, Damon finally breaks the silence, “Lana, there's something I want to share with you before we embark on this journey.” I nod, sensing the subtle distance in his tone. “What is it, Damon?” He pauses, sighing hard before his grip on my hand loosens. He steps away from me and asserts in a cold insensitive tone. “Don't fall for me. I know it'll be challenging given our relationship as mates, but give it your best shot. I don't know how to reciprocate such feelings, and I wouldn't want you to get hurt.” “Don’t fall for me.” These particular words echo in my ears, and I stand there, absorbing the unexpected reality that I have indeed fallen for him.

The monitor screen switched to an old photo of Sofia White holding a small vial containing a clear blue liquid the true core of Project Chimera. END OF CHAPTER 97..

I continued, “I've never gotten that look of admiration, not that kind of affection from Nicholas. It's all I've ever wanted.” Tears welled up in my eyes. She squeezed my hand, “I'm sorry you're hurting on a day like this.” I wiped the tears before they fell, and took another sip from my glass. “Yeah. But now I'm done,” I said, feeling decisive, “I'm done crying over a man who treats me like I'm less of a woman.” I gulped down the rest of my drink. “You know what?” I said, lifting my chin, “I don't care what he does anymore.”

Her face was a mask of cold, silver-glass, and her hands were covered in the Black-Emerald circuitry of the Hive. "You have chosen the 'Too Much' energy over the 'Perfect Peace,' Darlene," she spoke, her voice sounding like a thousand pages turning at once. "So be it. We will see if your 'Authentic North' can survive the Weight of the Forgotten." She touched the floor, and the entire city began to Fall.