Hunter Hybrid Novels & Stories

He was still barefoot, the man’s feet not being the same size as Niarthen’s. “It will have to do,” she decided and tossed the rag onto the driver’s body before taking his seat and starting the engine. The 4WD had half a tank, but it was also a hybrid engine, which meant that tank would stretch a long, long way. It was a luxury model, and the engine barely made a noise which explained how they hadn’t heard the cars pull up – they had come in using their electric motors. “I think this is the nicest car I’ve ever driven, blood or not,” she observed as she pulled back onto the long driveway and approached the mouth to the road. She paused there, uncertain, and looked at Niarthen. “Left or right?

Blaise wanted power, something that could take a hit and keep going. Sam whistled low when we passed the larger section of the lot. “Look at these beasts,” he said, gesturing to a row of black and silver vehicles built like fortresses. The salesman followed our gaze, his smile widening. “You’ve got good taste. Those over there are half price. We’re trying to clear room for new inventory.” I turned, my breath catching. It was a Hummer. Sleek, armored, and almost identical to Dad’s. Blaise walked a slow circle around it, running his hand along the door. “She’s a tank,” he said.

Hunter exchanges his beautiful and expensive luxury sports cars for two SUV's: a Porsche and a Land Rover. Okay, the cars are beautiful and expensive, but I can't see Hunter wearing a Ray-Ban aviator in a big one. That is the part where I feel most touched. I like sports cars, and they are part of my daily life of "reconquering the girl with no memory". Cars give me great memories of a blank mind, and I associate Hunter with them. He combined all his arrogance and idiocy in those damn cars he sold, and now it's all gone. I sense he is crestfallen when the black Lamborghini is the last to leave with a screech. I know this because I feel the same way.

But this area was practically much devoid of useable items, and I don't want to waste time. As I proceeded past the door, I came to a halt and took a few steps back. An enormous, sleek black SUV that wasn't there a few minutes before was parked in front of the boutique store. Oh, my goodness! That thing's a baddie! There's no possibility I managed to miss that on my way in, which actually means that's what Justine used to get himself here. Where did he get this car anyway? "It's a Chevy Tahoe Hybrid. It features eight seats and a shitload of cargo capacity. Plus, it's not that horrible to look at," he added abruptly behind me, his voice still irritated. "There are two more in the aisle."

What did she mean by that? I had read books about them and they weren’t common at all. In all of werewolves’ history, only one in a thousand could ever be a hybrid and it was rare. Hybrids were so powerful. It was really hard to defeat one. They were fearless, like amazons. But that’s definitely how someone would describe me to be like.

Connor said. Werewolves tended to recover quickly. They could always heal quickly, even from knife cuts. However, Annette's ankle showed no sign of recovery. "Probably because I'm a hybrid," Annette said self-mockingly. "You have your wolf, and you can shift. You are just an ordinary werewolf," Connor said. Annette did not say anything. Meanwhile, the car door was opened, and Leonard returned to the driver's seat. "Go back to Blood Moon Pack," Connor said.

Herbert's eyes flickered with surprise as he glare at Austin, and return his gaze to Carlos; "What hybrid are you talking about?" "You didn't tell dad?" Carlos asked Austin with amazement. "I haven't yet... I've been busy lately, so I forgot to mention it to him," Austin said, honestly. "What are you two talking about? What hybrid?" Herbert became impatient as he asks Carlos. "I heard the Deadly Moon are searching for a hybrid at Perth city," Carlos explained to him. "The Deadly Moon? That's Jackson and his men!" Herbert looked surprised. "Yes, dad!" Carlos answered. "Do you have any idea why they are looking for the hybrid? Or if they've seen the hybrid or not?" Herbert asked with anxiety.

There was another explosion in the distance and a ball of orange followed lighting the night in shades of amber and yellow as smoke dispersed into the air ashes falling down to the earth in the aftermath of the explosion. "Let's go" my father growled, moving forward as my mother followed. "To where" my mother said the composure in her voice returning and with it came relief that we were going to make it past the hunters alive. "Anywhere but here" my father replied, his eyes turning amber and my mother imitating him, her eyes turning the crimson blood color of a vampire. From a young age I was gifted, being a hybrid allowed me to be able to shift and use my powers at an early age. I didn't ne

I passed by her pretending she wasn’t there. I better hurry before Atlas drags me into— Oh. My. God. My mouth falls open. I nearly choked on my spit as I took in the enormous vehicle before my eyes. “THIS is your car?” I can’t help but emphasize just how ridiculously huge it is. I know a little about cars. This one, I’m pretty sure, is a brand-new fucking Hummer H1. The latest model, I think. It’s my dream car. So pardon me if I can’t help but gawk at the sleek nightshade black vehicle in awe.

He was jealous, thus he couldn't help but mock them. Here he went again, Jenna thought. She didn't bother with responding to him. This heavy Hummer was difficult for Jenna to drive. It was totally different from her Lamborghini. It was one of the cars from Hansen's company but in reality, Hansen bought it especially for her. Of course, she only learned about it afterward. This Hummer was way more difficult to drive. She gulped, regained her focus and drove carefully, turning a deaf ear to Hansen's cynicism. After a while, a small car suddenly appeared in front of her. Jenna was taken aback and hurriedly stepped on the brake.