Beastars Hybrids Novels & Stories

She knows I don’t want to know anything that happens with her and the others. Not only that, but Alpha King Gabriel has brought in countless troops from the kingdom overseas and we’ve all been getting out of school three hours early every day and spending extra efforts on training for war. His brother will be surprised to know that Gabriel has his own horde of witch/werewolf hybrids. That most of them all have crescent moons on their foreheads puts me at ease with Annalise’s. Theirs are smaller, however. “Get your hands off of me. I don’t fuck around anymore.”

His speech and articulation had been very advanced for a four-year-old, but after pouting and frowning, he finally looked his age. “But running away won’t solve the problem. She’ll still tattle to your mom,” Ed said. He didn’t know who Rosemore was, but he followed the conversation. AJ smacked his forehead. “You’re right!” Reluctantly, he grabbed his bag. “What’s your name, mister?” AJ asked. Curious before they parted. “Just call me Beast.” Ed pointed to the scar on his face. AJ laughed. “You’re not as bad as the beast,” he said.

Its presence silenced the battlefield as it stepped into view—a beast of muscle and malice, its eyes glowing with an unnatural light. “What is that?” she demanded, keeping her stance firm even as her wolves faltered. Elijah’s gaze darkened. “The Architect’s experiment. A hybrid... like me, but worse.” The beast moved with terrifying speed, covering the distance to the heart of the battlefield in a single stride. It struck the ground with one clawed hand, sending a shockwave that knocked Annabel and several others off their feet. She scrambled up, barking orders. “Form up! Protect the wounded!”

I am an Alpha and the need to breed overrides anything else. “If we do it right we can both do him from any number of angles,” the sweet voice of Viktor says by my ear. “Your knot will be larger than mine, most likely and you will be more potent.” I hadn’t even considered that! I’ll be knotting him this time! Do bear shifter and wolf shifter hybrids even have a name? Beowulf…I laugh to myself. Yes I know he is a legendary figure from history, but what else do we call such a hybrid?

The harsh bite of the uncompromising words of Elphame cut the pirate queen to the quick. The slide changed and a hideous fleshy creature appeared. It was like a mythical creature mixed but rotted and wrong, “I don't what you call this, but we know them as Flesh golems. I suspect they are much more complicated than that. Each one is constructed out of animal parts, and listen to one master.” The slide changed to large bear wolf hybrids walking on all fours. Most of them looked unhappy to be in the presence of the dog people, “They have mounted division, again I don't know what these are, but they look strong.”

I channel my hymn, reinforcing the cage, but Zynara’s aura surges, her form merging with the rift-beast, their shadow and starlight fusing into a hybrid entity—a radiant beast with twin-star eyes, its hymn a scream of eternity. Kael’s Shadowkin hold the keeper vanguard, their void-blades flashing, but a keeper’s starlight blade wounds Kael again, his aura flickering. “Hold the line!” he roars, rallying his kin, his loyalty unwavering. Maddox’s shadows falter, his grunt desperate. “We’re losing, Aelys!” Sylvara’s vines collapse, her voice faint. “The hybrid—it’s draining Elara!”

Beast is circled by a group of Undeads as they try to separate her from her mate and Andrew’s sons, getting her alone. “Nowhere to hide, little girl. You’re ours now.” One if the Undeads taunts, pointing his gun at her leg. “Our orders are clear, keep you alive. Doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun with you, now does it?” The other guys laugh as that, oblivious to Beast’s movements. She slashes the first guy’s throat open then, like a whirlwind, she spins around, running her blades through the others’ stomachs, cutting them open. With quick moves, she stabs their hearts before they manage to heal.

“We’ve been expecting you. You’ll witness the dawn of a new era; Liam growled, lunging toward the first traitor, claws tearing through reinforced leather. Sparks flew as metal met metal—the second man fired a stun dart, narrowly missing Liam’s shoulder. But Liam was faster, his instincts honed through years of pack warfare and survival. He knocked the dart aside, closing the distance with lethal precision. Stain advanced from his chamber, each step punctuated by a metallic clank. The cyborg enhancements made him terrifyingly fast, but Liam had something Stain could never replicate heart, Memory,Loyalty. “You won’t turn him into a monster!” Liam shouted, slashing toward Stain’s mechanical arm

The beast shrieked and crumbled beneath her. Carlos lunged as a third hybrid charged him. He rolled aside, then drew a silver-tipped spear from beneath his cloak—a weapon he’d brought from the war room. “Aim for the heart,” Aurora barked. “Only silver stops them completely.” Carlos nodded, ducking a swipe from the creature. It was stronger than a vampire, more erratic than a werewolf. Its speed rivaled his, but its movements were less calculated, more feral. He sidestepped and rammed the spear upward.

The Lagos night had become a battlefield of shadows and blue fire. The alien fleet hovered like gods who had grown impatient with their toys, massive obsidian hulls pulsing with energy that made the air itself hum. Below, the city was fracturing. Hybrids roamed the streets in coordinated packs, tentacles lashing out to convert the screaming civilians who still fought back with whatever they could find pipes, knives, desperate fists. The hybrid child inside Alex’s swollen belly kicked harder with every distant explosion, as if the chaos fed it.