Chimerical Mythology Novels & Stories

“That is all that I could…there are no pictures of the two. Most people don’t even believe in their existence or them still being alive till this day and age. We are talking about ancient immortal creatures here Arya… Some of the stories go back to the creation of the supernatural realm. People are scared to even say anything about them and I can’t even blame them. If I didn’t see whatever the hell that was , I too wouldn’t believe the stories. We say a chimera Arya…a freaking chimera . Did you even know of its existence? If creatures like that exist, what more could there be out there? Does what we do even matter in the grand scheme of things?” I couldn’t help but agree with Damien’s sentim

“And you need to be careful what you ask of me. The powers she holds can be a source of massive destruction if truly she is the one the prophecy speaks of.” I scoffed. “I have nothing to fear.” I said. Yvette finally stopped scrolling, and she began to read. I moved closer. At the top of the page, the spiral symbol was boldly drawn side to side with a wolf, and the name CHIMERA was boldly written on it. Below, another text that read. “one born with two souls, meant to either unite or destroy the werewolf bloodlines.” The rest of the text, however, was in a language I couldn't understand.

The creature’s roar shakes the hall. “Saint, what the fuck is a chimera?” I rack my brain, trying to remember. “Kas is the mythology expert, not me.” “Uh, I think it’s a lion, goat, snake monster?” He says hesitantly. “Marco, Marco, I need your help.” I look up at the screen, backing away from our door. Aphrodite is sitting on her throne. The sun is setting in the distance. Marco looks up at the monitor and back at me with wide eyes. “What’s our move, Alpha?”

I left out all the Idris info to him, not knowing if my brother knows him or not. “A Phoenix Aurora? How did you know about them? No one ever speaks of them anymore since they have been extinct for so long.” He looks at me truly puzzled by what I have said. “You see a Phoenix is the Lord of all creation, before everything from the very beginning. Men invented books depicting of a “human god” the all mighty that made everything from nothing. This is not true. The Phoenix, is the most rare mythical creature to have ever lived. Noone has seen one in hundreds and thousands of years, they have the power to build life, the power of true creation. But alas, they have died out a victim of their own

It depicted the creation of The Enchanted Realm, the rise and fall of civilizations, and the recurring patterns of conflict. "The realm's existence is tied to a cosmic balance," The Enigmatic One explained. "But there are forces beyond this realm that seek to disrupt that balance, to unravel the very fabric of reality. These forces are driven by a desire for chaos, a chaos that would consume not only this realm but countless others."

I just wish I could have given that to you,’ I tell her. I don’t blame my wolf at all. I put the blame right where it belongs, on my mother. She did this. She ruined our legacy. My mother and Aunt Samara were the last of the white wolves, she-wolves descended from a pure line of Alphas. White wolves were well thought of and much desired as mates. Since my father was an Alpha, unfortunately born from a mistress rather than a mate, I technically should carry the white wolf gene. But because my mother betrayed the mate bond, killing my father, the Moon Goddess punished her. And apparently the sins of the mother are passed to the daughters.

By the time I was reincarnated, Chloe had already thrown herself into the arms of the snake shifter. "Chieftain Gideon, I choose Jared," she announced. After speaking, she shot me a provocative glare, her eyes filled with absolute determination. I understood right then that she had been reincarnated too. Chloe and I had figured out the survival rules of the beastworld continent by our second month of living here. Male beastmen were divided into four distinct ranks from birth: S, A, B, and C.

Everyday that I see the sun rise is torture to my soul. Every morning that I wake up without Don by my side tears my heart into a million pieces. I don’t know where life ends and where death starts. They’ve both become the same to me. It has made me prisoner in this dark perilous place called my mind. I sit by the window every night and wait for the morning never breaks, but that even is too much to ask. This is my own hell. This is my own home.

The fifth gate opened and I saw a chimera. "If you can slay me while inside me, you may pass." It was about 10 feet tall and was a hybrid between a griffin and dragon. "Okay, one: ew. Two: couldn't I just slay you now and get it over with? I'd rather not be eaten." My question was answered as it swallowed me before I could move. "Ugh, eewwwww. You need a tic tac or something, it reeks in here!" "Hush up and be eaten!"

"Omniscient Harmony" is capable of accommodating diverse traits and facilitating their transformation during use! An exceptional foundational talent for alchemists, particularly for those with grand ambitions and extraordinary aptitudes, For alchemists nurtured by the great forces of the Star Realm, the first sub-ability they seek is undoubtedly Omniscient Harmony. In certain circles of advanced alchemists, possessing the Omniscient Harmony talent serves as a crucial criterion for evaluating one's origins and potential, profoundly influencing how other alchemists perceive and treat you.