Human Dragon Hybrid Novels & Stories

Damon said, staring at me as he studied my features. "According to Leo's prophecy, you must find your mate in order for you to fully become human," "He described your mate's features; having a few strands of white hair on her black hair, emerald eyes and ……" Damon came over to me and took a fistful of my hair, exposing the scars on my nape. "Now I see why you're so keen on saving her." He admitted after sighting those three scars. "I've given you what you want, now go and just leave her alone." Desmond yelled at him, maintaining a fierceful gaze with him and shielding me from his monstrous brother.

It knew that it did not belong to any kind of true dragon in history in its current state. Thalia was a little aggrieved. Perhaps it had truly become a hybrid dragon now. Not only that, but it still did not have a physical body. The more it thought about it, the angrier it became. "Adrian! This is all your fault! And those three old men!" Thalia erupted in anger. It lowered its head and stared at the masses below. "Even if I'm a hybrid dragon, you ants shouldn't offend me!" Thalia knew this was a dream, so it acted without restraint. Soaring down from the sky, it unleashed an attack with its dragon claws. A crack over a thousand meters long appeared on the ground, revealing magma flowing ben

she said, looking into his eyes, which were changing between scarlet, gold and deep purple He tried to control himself, to return to his normal color, as he says "I'm sorry they are my hybrids, once I get close to you I can't control them" She held her eyebrows in astonishment, and she raised her hand, feeling his chest, until it reached his cheek, looking at him with love, and she said in astonishment: "Hybrids... Don't you only have Archos?!" He held his features angrily when he remembered her meeting with Arcos, and her strong attachment to him to say indignantly "No, I have two more, the vampire and..." He was a little hesitant to speak, as no one knows about the existence of Druk, and e

he told me. It took me a moment to realise that he meant 'abomination'. They called him that. I'd heard a lot of people call me that, too. Did that mean he was a hybrid, too? "Are you....a hy-brid, too?" I managed to ask. "What is that?" He asked, sounding thoroughly confused. I had a feeling his vocabulary was limited. Or maybe he was too drugged up to understand much. Something told me it was the former. How to explain this, though? "A hybrid is....some-one who is half were-wolf...and half...witch," I explained slowly.

Not even Gerthel knew that they are a group of dragons and that Boss Dar, their King is even a hybrid one - a werewolf and a dragon. As they walked to the house of Gerthel, the men assigned by Boss Dar to guard around the premises of the mini farm saw them. They bowed at Boss Dar, their Hybrid King in their Dragon Kingdom and their Mafia Lord in the human city. No car entered the gate of the mini farm and the guards knew how their Boss and their head guard traveled to this place from the mansion. Their minds were talking without their lips letting out any word, and they all understood each other.

I cannot have a human mate. After I killed her and dissected her in my then brand-new lab, I learned that she carried both human ovaries and dragon egg starts. She was some strange type of hybrid. Which shouldn't be possible, and yet, here she was. The implications were terrifying. How differently would we need to treat humans if knowledge of these hybrids were made public? From that moment on, I had all incoming humans checked for any dragon signs. Those with any misplaced scales, or half horns hidden under their hair, or a small set of wings on their backs are killed upon discovery.

I fisted my hands to keep from yanking Cheeks out of Drace's arms and into my own. She was mine and we'd almost lost her. Again. Drace carried our mate into the house. I turned on the gods who thought to make a game with our lives. Calling to my dragon, I let him out to play. The wrenching pleasure of my hybrid body saturated my senses. "Stand up," I said softly. The rumble of my voice in my chest never ceased to amaze me. My dragon was badass and I was glad he was mine.

he replied back and just like that ,his voice rang like Melody to my ears and i became lost looking at him. He spilled his blood on my wound and with great shock ,my wound healed up " what the......, seriously? "I asked myself with the greatest shock of my life " how did you do that ? ". He gave me a shocked look" it's simple, my blood contains healing power , I'm Damon ,from the blood pack ".

Vys asked and glared at the man. "Vys please I didn't want to tell you in case you would have casted me aside. He is my brother but only half brother. My father you know he was a ice drake but my mother wasn't she was a hybrid born from fire and earth." Ezza sniffles and Vys looks surprised. "Why in the world would Vys cast you away because of this?" I ask highly confused. "It is said that a hybrid dragon is a curse from the heavens and it's spawns will destroy all the dragon species" Vys answers but he doesn't look angry. His face softens and he reaches for Ezza and kisses her softly and holds her while she cries.

Batista had been the thread weaving it together inside the chamber. Now that thread was gone. And everything began to unravel. “Push them back!” Elias shouted. This time, we didn’t hold. We advanced. Draven moved first without hesitation or restraint. The hybrid tore through the nearest cluster of Interregnum fighters with brutal efficiency, his power no longer measured but unleashed. Dragonfire burned along his strikes, wolf strength drove his momentum, and vampiric speed made him nearly impossible to counter. He wasn’t just fighting. He was ending it.