Hunted Hybrid - Aegis War Saga 1 Novels & Stories

The rooftop of the ruined Apex tower had become the final battlefield of gods and mortals, a fractured altar where the Architect hovered like a deity who had grown weary of creation. Its androgynous form shimmered with shifting constellations, tentacles of pure light extending like living promises and threats. The Lagos night stretched below them, the city a warzone of fire and blue energy, hybrids howling in the streets as the signal pulsed through the air. Alex’s swollen belly pressed heavily against his tactical vest, the hybrid child kicking with increasing urgency, its tiny tentacles brushing against the inside of his skin. The leather collar around his throat and the platinum chain ben

I said slowly. She nodded. “No. It was your ascension.” My hands trembled in my lap. “And the hybrids? The ones I’m supposed to gather?” “They are real,” Austin said, stepping in. “The Seven Hybrids. You are the first. The others are scattered, hidden, many of them unaware of what they are.” I felt the weight of their words settle on me like a cloak. The war. The rogues. The prophecy. The part I had to play.

The battlefield hums with the aftermath of carnage, the air stained with the scent of blood and burning debris. Bodies litter the ground, some still twitching, others forever still. The hybrid is dead, and yet, the fight rages on, the remnants of Rowan’s forces still clawing at whatever victory they can scavenge. Aries moves with predatory grace, weaving through the chaos. Every muscle in his body thrums with unspent energy, his blue eyes sharp, scanning. Searching.

The pup-beast howled in response, void energy surging, empowering the hybrid further, the entity's form rising faster. Autumn's shadows stirred, the sibling link extending— the hive's twist: Amaya's pup wasn't just infected; it was engineered during the rift, hive fragments from the original child latching onto her, mixing with Levi's blood and Callisto traces from Autumn's earlier battles. It was a new shadow kin, born to tip the balance to darkness, a mirror to the redeemed child now cowering behind her.

I fall asleep trying to listen, and slept heavier than I had in a very long time. “Time to feed,” Aaron speaks when a woman comes in behind him and I shake my head. “I don’t feed from just anyone, I only feed from Hanzo and if I’m injured Hana,” I sigh, shaking my head as I watch him clinch his jaw when I catch his scent and figure out his secret. “You’re…?” I start as he shoves the woman out and slams the door before I can say more. “The councils knows. I help them sift through the hybrid for who is dangerous and those who are safe,” he answers before I can ask and my heart sinks knowing Aaron is like Hanzo and I, yet he is against us.

Pack of wolves. She felt a constriction in her chest. She was anticipating Kael, but this was unexpected. No, this was a different thing. Something much more intricate. One of the individuals, a tall and strong wolf with dark hair and striking green eyes, was the first to spot her. He quickly looked at her, sharp and evaluating. Alec was his name, and he was considered one of the pack's most reliable fighters. Even after Amora had departed, he remained unwaveringly devoted to the Alpha.

And I stared right at him. “What is this hybrid’s name?” Brock turned to me and said, “Zane Drocco.” Jared and I gasped but I kept my composure. Now I feel a strong headache coming on. I felt my back hit a wall and I closed my eyes, trying to process every bit of information as I put all the pieces together. The hybrids, why Elder Zane is so adamant to find and lock up every last hybrid from all packs, the prophecy and the white dragon.

Scoffing Dagon smirked, "Well, I suppose that's the funny thing about hybrids, her wolf side might belong to you, but her vampire side is mine, fated by blood, our father's blood." And I could see the confusion in Groban's eyes as he slowly lowered his gaze to mine, he held his eyes on mine and mine were pleading with him, sympathetically longing for him to save me. Because even if it was true, I wanted nothing to do with Dagon. My mate was Groban, he's everything to me. In that very instance Demetrius finally spoke up from behind us, his voice laced with the distaste of the situation before him. "Dagon, this is not how things were meant to turn out. But if this little hybrid is your mate, t

I said looking at my little brother who flinched but nodded, closing his eyes and using his mind to deliver the message to the human’s seer between the realms, it being his ability due to having a mother who was a seer. Yes, my siblings and I were brother and sister of the same father, but different mother, as father hadn’t found his mate, or at least that was what we were told, and had the maidens to please him a deliver his children, my mother was a werewolf, I was born a hybrid since I was not a child of a mating and my parents’ genes would not technically mix, each one of us was born a hybrid having half his mother’s traits and our father’s.