Chimerical Mythology Novels & Stories

She had spent over half of that time trying to create a cure with the help of the Aequivalere. The Aequivalere is an association of supernatural creatures that played referee, making sure that each species more or less behaved themselves and kept their existence hidden from the general human populace. Lily helped them stop the werewolf Xavier Thompson from creating more hybrids like her and all his other dark research and in exchange, she worked from them and they helped her research a cure, though so far they hadn’t gone far in all this time.

The monsters fell, one by one, until only their shattered forms remained. The image of the girl returned, her body broken but her spirit unyielding. "She became the first High Priestess," the voice concluded. "And in her memory, the Great Gods ascended to heavens unknown, leaving their divine energy to humanity, promising to return in humanity’s darkest hour." The vision faded, and I was back in the chamber. My heart felt heavy, the weight of the story pressing down on me. "Do you understand the story?" the mage asked, his gaze sharp.

Their jewelries and outfits glittering with riches. ~~~Ginger stood at the entrance of a new world with an impossible task at hand. Steal the bejeweled egg of Princess Katiyah, also know as the scarlet royalty of the Crimson Fae Kingdom and save her friend. Why wouldn’t it be easy? Crimson Kingdom was famed for its assassins, the Crimson Knights and they loved their princess.~~

, "Merisa was the past and you here, Lisate is the present. Its more like you are one" "Oo oh". Lisa sounded more comfortable in talking to Xen than before now. "So what's that you and your brothers got me for?, Lisa asked curiously. "Well, we are hybrids strong and immortal". Before xen started another sentence, Lisa disturbed with a hand up, meaning that he should stop for a while. "You three are immortal?, hybrids and..." "Cursed, of course", Xen finished. "are you the one's I've heard story about?, my granny told me story about three immortal hybrids who shared a life. If one dies then dies and excetra."

After what seems like minutes, three different kind of eyes was open, one is red eyes with yellow irises full of bestial killing intent, other is dark with moonlike irises full of ice cold detached from any emotional intelligence, and the woman’s eyes are lifeless and blank but full of craziness inderneath while her jaw is twitching with a cracking sounds that is both bony and chilly, and her mouth full of yellow and rotten teeth kept open and closed. Informations kept puring in their mind like the great fload in its intensity and quantity, if they are not the original entities that our protagonist build with the help of this creator's realm that is mixt with his negative energy to strengt

Sometimes, late at night, I thought about the Madrigals. About fae and dragons and mythics that blurred the line between story and truth. About bloodlines powerful enough to be hunted—or hidden. If I was one of them, it explained things I’d never had words for. The way music felt like language instead of sound. The way certain places hummed under my skin. It didn’t explain why I’d been left behind. Maybe that part didn’t matter. I wasn’t sure yet whether being mythic meant destiny—or just survival with better adjectives.

I hurried past the bar, my eyes met those of the Bartender and there was a glow in his eyes I hadn’t noticed before. “Are you okay?” he said. I shook my head. I felt my temperature rise and a slight ache was creeping up my joints. My muscles started to feel tense. My hair pores started to look like big rashes and they itched as the hairs on my body began to grow longer. My palms began to expand as my nails extended further. My ears felt like they were drawn out. I could hear the slightest sound of a foot leaving the ground, a house fly buzzing, frantic heartbeats and drinks getting poured into cups. The music became almost a hundred times louder. I could nearly hear people’s thoughts and fee

I thought, it's all this heap of information that my brain gets. —You know they are the Chimeras (Replied Curich) —I remember an ancient legend of them, but, there is not much to understand, total no longer exist. —Stop being so predisposed, the Chimeras of course exist, they are the only ones that can not be detected with the naked eye, they are found by those who decide and Curich is one of them, Hope, you and I, so are we. (Comment Seliet) —Don't make me laugh, I'm not one of them, let alone Hope.

Just like how it was depicted in the imagination of humans. “That is Alsache, and you can find the Crystal Palace there. The Alsacheris—their dwellers are the most gifted healers,” she pointed out the northern part beside the territory of Noyuh, “And this is Gwiazda. Their inhabitants are known for their shapeshifting abilities.” He moved his head in bewilderment, “How about the faeries in Noyuh? What are their magic attributes?” This was the only question that interested him the most.

“Chimera is alive. And through me, it will bring perfect order. Watch. Watch as it takes its first breath of power.” The ground groaned. Stone split under their boots. Leah’s eyes widened as faint glowing runes ignited across the floor. Ghost’s voice came rough, rasping, but urgent. “Those aren’t just conduits. They’re… bindings. Obsidian Hand runes. He’s not just feeding Chimera. He’s carving his will into its foundation. He’s trying to weld his mind into its code.” Jason’s blood ran cold. “He’s making Chimera into himself.” Andrew’s smile widened into something grotesque. “Exactly. A god. My god. My reflection.”