Hunted Hybrid - Aegis War Saga 1 の小説・ストーリー

It was a Hydra gambit of unprecedented scale. “This isn’t just about survival,” Luca said, scrolling through the decrypted files. “Aegis is designed to make Hydra indispensable. They’re planning to manufacture a global crisis economic, environmental, and political chaos all at once. And when the world is on its knees, they’ll offer solutions.” Aleksandr frowned. “Hydra wants to become the savior, not the villain. And the worst part? The plan’s already in motion.” Dante leaned forward, studying the map projected on the table. “We’ve got targets in major cities: London, Hong Kong, Johannesburg, and Washington, D.C. Each tied to one aspect of Aegis.”

"Understood, Alpha." "And," I added, my eyes darkening, "search nearby packs. Find out if any hybrids exist. Half-wolf, half-vampire—I don’t care. I want to know everything." Gabriel’s lips pressed into a firm line. "On it." I turned my gaze toward the dark forest beyond our pack territory, my mind whirling with questions. Who did this to her? Why was she running? What had happened to her before she got here? I clenched my jaw.

He could sense the powers that flowed in her veins, the strength of the wolves, the magic of the witches, and even more so another witch had transferred all of her powers to Adriana, he knew this wasn't going to be in any way easy. This was an hybrid! A powerful one! Adriana charged at him wildly, removing a silver dagger from her pockets making Alpha Collen break into a run, he was striving to get home, get his sword with which he would get rid of the witches. Fortunately for him, the venue was not too far from the moonstones mansion. Alpha Collen got to his home only to find it under terrible attack also, everyone was being killed. Alpha Collen ignored them all and leaped to his room, he s

Elder Nigel spit on the floor then, clearly angry. "But no matter. Even united, they were no match for the witch covens and the other werewolf packs. So, the witch fled like a coward with one kid while the werewolf fled in the opposite direction with the other kid, hoping to divide the masses. But there were too many people after them. They caught the werewolf and killed him while the child was made prisoner. The witch was burnt alive with the other child still in her arms, or so I was told. Until I saw you, the hybrid child still alive," he sneered at me before his expression shuttered only to be replaced by a maddeningly calm smile, the kind only a maniac like him was capable of.

And his eyes—his eyes were a pale blue that reminded her of winter, and they were watching her with a level of patience that was either genuine or the best performance she'd ever seen. "You're not going to try to stop me?" she asked, not taking the coffee. "No. I promised I wouldn't. But I was hoping you might want to talk first." "Nothing to talk about." "There is, actually." He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. "You're being hunted by rogues. The ones last night were scouts. They had pack markings—the Crimson Fang from Wyoming. They're expanding their territory and grabbing humans and human-hybrids for breeding stock. You're too valuable to them to give up."

I tossed the burner phone into a drum of oil, ensuring it was destroyed. "Adrian," Amelia demanded, "what is it? Who owns Aegis?" "Someone worse than Branwyn. Someone who has been waiting in the shadows for thirty years to dismantle everything the Hayes and Cole families ever built." I ran a hand over my eyes. "We're not fighting a corporate thief, Amelia. We're fighting a generational war." Just then, my personal, secure phone, the one I used only for Martha and Julius, lit up with an emergency communication. It wasn't a call; it was an encrypted text message sent by Julius Anderson.

Figures rose from beneath the ground: half a dozen wolves of steel and flesh, their eyes bright with that same electric blue. Dante swore. “Hybrids.” Aiden drew his knife, heart pounding. “Round two.” ⸻ The valley erupted into chaos—gunfire, snarls, the hiss of circuitry under skin. Aiden fought beside Dante, blades cutting through the night. Sparks flew with every strike; the air reeked of blood and burning metal. He could feel Julian watching them from the center, calm amid the storm, as if the entire battle was part of his design.

Narrator" A long time ago there was a witch named Rowan, he was a son of the leader of the fire clan of the witch, in his time a clairvoyant says that there was a hybrid that would be born and would be starting a war, that girl would come from the witch of the fire clan. The most powerful clan of witches of that time. But no one knows where they could find that hybrid. That hybrid would be the most beautiful female who has fascinating purple eyes, that was what they knew about the hybrid that they were looking for. That news spread all over the dimensions and because they were scared of what would happen in the future all of the hybrids that they could find, they immediately slaughtered them

A risk clearly being exploited by Rising Star. Cillian and I fought as a pair, just as we had taught the recruits. To take on a hybrid solo meant death. For hours Shadowlands fought for survival. Chased up and down the valley, darting in between trees, never able to catch a breath. The howls were deafening. Especially the ones of agony. We struggled with one grey-furred hybrid. With its golden eyes flashing we knew its original spirit’s human had been one of Rising Star’s prize Beta Warriors.

Up ahead, moonlight gleamed off something metal. I slowed, dropping into a hunting crouch. The scent hit me then — humans. But not quite. There was something else, something wrong about their scent. “Hunters.” I crept closer, staying downwind. A camp spread out before me, but these weren't ordinary hunters. Blessed weapons gleamed in the moonlight. Ritual components lay carefully arranged. They'd been waiting. “This was a trap.” “The hybrid approaches,” one hunter murmured, checking a compass that swirled with multiple colors. “Power signatures off the charts.”