Half-human Half-bird Novels & Stories

Moongrowl hadn't had any cases of intruders getting in during the time that Daven had been alive, but he died and then odd things started happening around Moongrowl related to his family. “You know, being a halfling isn't easy for us,” said Nameless. “Each and every day, we are forced to struggle because people don't accept that there are some of us that just aren't Apex or even Basic wolves. Some of us are the offspring of two races, human and wolf, and thus, we have attributes related to each race. I never got to meet my own mother though, because her human body wouldn't endure the strain that came with birthing a half-werewolf child.”

They are rarely put down even if they are bad. Like all species we have bonded halves, it doesn’t really matter and many of us have been bonded to humans over the years. My mother was half-human and that makes me a halfling. Basically we are all halflings as our ancestors were also bonded with other species. We weren’t prejudiced when it came to a bonded half because your other half makes you better.

“Have you never heard of halflings?” “Well, yes, I guess,” I admitted. “But I can’t imagine what a half-dragon would be like.” “A half dragon is just like a full dragon.” “But…” There were many questions that arose from that statement. I had met halflings, and they were not as their parents. A half-Fae was almost indistinguishable from mankind. A half-ogre was not as big, nor as strong. A half-mermaid spent more time on land, than her mer-parent.

Every step and movement you make, is in perfect sync with the sonorous beats and resounding underlaid music as you dabble over to the window, to watch the performance of a little bard: a bird, chirping it's sweet melodies, in rhythms that leaves you wrapped in a very familiar reality of pink and gold. Fortunately, background choirs, singing Nightingales, and a good day, are only the fairytales princesses get to live in, unlike Adrian McCleron. The only montages he heard every other morning were the sounds of his beating heart, quarrelling neighbors, or a scurrying rat. Today, what brought him to his unverse with nothing but the smell of dirty laundry, and a mold-growing over due popcorn, was

The world slowed down around me as rage and duty collided in my chest. I shape-shifted; My spine arching violently, my bones snapping with wet cracks as they restructured. My flesh rippled, and my veins glowed faintly beneath the surface. My hands curled, my fingernails lengthening into deadly black claws. Fur erupted across my skin in a storm of pain and power. My jaw unhinged, my skull reshaping with a sickening crunch into a long, snarling snout. A roar tore from my throat. Half-man, half-beast—a warning to whatever dared breach my territory. Within seconds, the man was gone. In his place stood a towering Lycan— eight feet of raw fury and primal strength, muscles coiled, senses sharp. Sal

he grittied, anger seething of him in waves but I knew he only felt that way because of the bond. "I am a half breed; half-angel and half-human. It is why I am mortal and will die eventually but have certain gifts. I don't fit in anywhere, what do you call that?" The pain of tears pricked my eyes. I could feel the salty substance well up and begged myself not to give in and let them fall.

She’s one with nature, as her kind often are, and doesn’t need me at all while she’s out there. Joseph was wrong. She’s not a Halfling. She’s definitely half Lycan, but her other half is demon. Cambions we call them. Although I’m not even sure we can call Pippa a Cambion. As far as I know, a half-Lycan, half-demon Cambion has never existed.

Eren spoke, his voice was steady, but I could sense tension rolling off him. Chase laughed as if Eren had just said something funny. “Well, if a Half blood like you can be here, then I thought it wouldn't matter.” Chase countered with a grin. My breath caught. Chase just referred to Eren as a Half blood. Half bloods were used to refer to wolves who were the offsprings of a human and werewolf intercourse. They were seen as impure and inferior beings compared to full blooded werewolves because they were weak. There wasn't a lot of Half blood because most of them were killed by their own pack when found.

He had not cared about the place and never bothered to send soldiers in there because the place was a dead end and surely, nobody would dare cross the cliffs to get there. He palmed his face and sighed. "I'm sorry for your loss." he began. "We will provide you with the basic necessities you will need. Are you a pure Were?" "I am a half." she answered And the room became silent. "You're a half?" Riftan asked, confused. "My father is a Were and my mother is a human." "I see." Riftan nodded. "But how did a human get that far from the mountains? Surely they could've passed my gates before they entered the Northern forests?"

“Explain this.” “I can’t!” “Try.” “I don’t know!” I yank the cuffs so hard the table rattles. “One minute I’m taking out trash, next minute vampires want me for dinner and my wrist shoots fireworks!” “Hybrid,” he mutters, writing it down. “Hybrid what?” “Half wolf , half vampire,” he says like it’s obvious . “Impossible . Until tonight .” I stare at him. “You’re insane .” “Look at your hands.”