Fantasy Dragon Wolf Hybrid Novels & Stories

~~~~~~ Hybrid. That word hadn’t left my head since this afternoon. Soren was a hybrid—born of both wolf and dragon rider. Stronger. Sharper. And one day, he’d take his father’s seat. No wonder everyone treated him like he was carved from stone and dipped in gold. He wasn’t just popular; he was everyone’s favorite. My fork scraped against the plate. “You’re stabbing your food,” Freya said, pulling me back to the present. “I know,” I muttered.

“You don't know it, do you? Fire dragons are only second to the gods and goddesses. They can change the course of one's life. They control the weather and seasons. They can turn back time and give back life. That breath was a gift of life meaning that they changed the course of Jeckonia’s life. He was just another wizard who was good with herbs one day and then all of a sudden, he mutated and became the first hybrid to hold both witch and werewolf powers. Before that, there were no hybrids. If a witch married a werewolf, their offspring would die or become mutes with no powers whatsoever and weaker even than humans or those who had any powers, whether werewolf or witch, they couldn't progres

said Red and then she found that the dragon was looking at her curiously and she stared back at him and sniffled again,” What? “You were imprisoned at the pack house of werewolves and then you are still here in front of me? And as far as I can smell you, you are not a wolf, you are a human,” said the dragon and Red looked at him and said,” Why would you think that I am an wolf?” “Because for the fact that you were imprisoned by wolves,” said the dragon as if it was the most natural thing in the world to be spoken.

Day after day I watched as it murdered, fought and destoryed any and everything in it's path, the only thing or person that seems capable of controling it is a serum that is injected to make it docile and obey but it doesn't last for very long, it's usually paired with a hybrid guy, I can never remember his name but I would recognize his face anywhere after seeing it so many times, they have done a great many terrible deeds together. They meaning we, where sent togther to a wolves pack to find and capture a she wolf alive and bring her back, there was someone of great importance to the facililty that wanted that particular she wolf to be captured, the hybrid seems to know his way around all

Seeing his attacker. A huge jet black wolf looks down at him with piercing green eyes and the wolves around immediately bow to him. Daniel could feel the person's aura. It was not a Beta or a Gana blood. It was way more. The beautiful wolf with black jet fur was a rarity. A royal wolf,who have been heard to go extinct years ago. The wolf starts approaching Daniel, daring him to move. By blocking his exit and standing between the cliff and him. And Daniel gulps. Knowing there was no escape now.

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

“The true hybrids–the half dragon, half shifter or half witch offspring… those were a threat. Powerful, dangerous, impossible to control. There were several hybrid dragon kings during my childhood, incredibly, but their rise to power was the dawn of a turbulent reign that shaped our world into what it is now. The witches and shifters to the south had been sacrificing their maiden daughters to our kind for hundreds of years and revolted eventually. The dragon kings saw the dangers of hybrid–mutants, they called them–rising to power, tainting bloodlines.” “You haven’t answered my question,” I growl, my voice booming through the meeting hall. “I’m getting there, Your Highness,” he replies calml

he muttered while he was feeling the soft grey fur with mixed patches of black. He grabbed it and let the fur get in between his fingers. He kept messing with it, like maybe he was hoping some magic would happen. The pelt was from a real wolf who had died long ago. The pelt was used to channel the beast when a pup first begins to form their connection. It helps bring them closer, bind them into one. Of course with Logan the situation was slightly different. Pups have their beast even when inside their mother but the connection is dormant for years.

We are almost to the waterfall when Raidon stops us. “What are we waiting for?” I asked. I can see four guys walking around the waterfall, looking at something. Tyler shifts his weight and must have nudged something with his foot because all four turn around and look at us. Those aren’t fucking vampires. They are a hybrid. They are a cross between a wolf and a vampire; only they are genetically made. Hunters have been capturing both of our species for the last few years and genetically mutating them together to produce the perfect weapon to fight both of our kinds.

The guard's nostrils lift into the air, inhaling Selene's scent. "You would do well to keep your hands off Lord Jones's promised!" Veronica warns. The guard looks incredulous. "Yes, he is mated to a wolf. A witch-wolf hybrid, if we are specific. Now allow us to pass." The guard hangs his head and opens the cell door. Huddled in the corner is a large male with a strange aura. He glares at the females. "Vampires." he snarls at Veronica. His eyes shift to Selene and then fall to her slight bump. "A pregnant wolf." The dragon shifter stands, hobbling towards Selene. " You are about four months along if my senses are correct." He kneels at her feet, sniffing her swollen belly. Selene steps back,