Hybrid Alien Predator Novels & Stories

"A prophecy." The training space was completely quiet. "James," I said. "The prophecy describes a hybrid," he said. "Born of a wolf and a human. The wolf parent dying at the birth. The hybrid growing up in the human world without knowledge of what they are." He held my gaze. "Who wakes when the wolf finds them." I looked at him.

I press my back against the door and slid down holding my head with my eyes closed. ‘Reika, we’re a hybrid,’ I sob trying to think of how it is possible for me to be a vampire and a werewolf, it’s supposed to be impossible. For the ones that do exist it’s rare and they’re usually hunted till they’re killed, it’s a wonder my mother tried to hide me from the world. I begin to feel more anxious as a hunger within me begins to build with each passing second. “Tori!” Hanzo calls out from the door; I flinch forgetting I am not alone in the house.

He said to his daughter as he finally stepped out of the dark, to show his face to his daughter. His skin was pale white but it had this incredible amount of freshness to it, his eye pupils were as red as well brewed fruit wine and he had his sharp fangs popping out of his mouth. He was putting on a black suit on and he had this elegant look to his face too. “Father! Don’t tell me that you have taken the life of an innocent again because I can see that your fangs are all popped out which clearly signifies that you must have taken the life of a human before you got here.” Lily said to her father as she dropped her phone on the floor.

Once the other two had left the air I held in my lungs escaped from between my lips and the corner of his lips curled up a bit. “You have a lovely scent, female. It's a shame that you're human,” he said flippantly and I raised my brow. “At least I'm not a smelly dog that drinks blood!” He changed instantly into a menacing beast and I felt fearful. Raising his clawed fingers around my throat, I was wide-eyed, staring into the face of a frightening creature with amazing blue eyes. “I'm a Lycan hybrid and half-vampire, you pathetic mortal! Don't fuck with me,” he asserted and I looked him in the eyes and asked him if he was going to eat me, shocking him since he stepped back and rubbed his eyes

"Daran? What are you doing here?" "Are you awake, Jonea? Morning is still far away. You'd better go back to sleep." "You have not answered my question." "I'm checking my plants." "Not that! I mean about the hybrids. Who are they? Are they your acquaintances, or are they a danger to us?" "Hybrid is a cross between the werewolf and human races." I don't think Jonea was surprised by my brief explanation. She looked like she wanted to say something but closed her mouth tightly again.

The inner corridors of the Nest—once symbols of safety and belonging—had become a labyrinth of death. The sight of the hybrids crawling out of the walls surpassed every nightmare I had ever known. They were nothing like Nathan or Jake; there was no dark elegance in them, no predatory grace born of ancient power. These were abominations—twisted fusions of flesh and metal, sustained by artificially forced demonic essence that pulsed like a sick heartbeat beneath torn skin. “Abigail, don’t look!” Jake shouted as he shoved Sadira behind him and parried the first hybrid’s strike with his dagger.

"Although this lead is pretty interesting, but I'll have to pass. It's gonna be a mess deciding who is going to get the last kill. I would be interested If it was horde or something but it's just a single beast." "Brother Phantom, it's not just any regular beast but a very strong one. When they spotted the beast it was already an alpha, but now for some reason it has transmuted into a Hybrid. It has turned into the rarest of the rare kind." "What? An Alpha-Hybrid!" Creed's voice dampened. Inside, Glitch beasts and monsters were of several kinds. Alpha beast was already considered a severe threat. But Alpha-Hybrid was one step further than Alpha. Researchers considered them to be a byproduct

Pinch me because I can't believe I'm standing in the presence of honest-to-goodness aliens. Just a few feet away an eight-foot lizard waved stubby arms while his long tail thrashed on the metal grate floor. In front of her, on fluttery gem-colored wings, a pair of chubby creatures flitted past, so cute to look at if you ignored the sharp teeth and claws. Tall and short, fat and skinny, beings of every color went about their business. Her inner researcher, always on the lookout for interesting things, noted how the aliens mostly followed humanoid lines and where bipedal. I wonder if they were also seeded by that master race Reg told me about? The scientist in her was positively giddy with wan

“How so?" “Most hybrids I’d known or met were prey ones. You said it yourself.” Olivia turns her head to watch Asher. “Predator hybrids are extremely rare. In the first shelter I was at, only one other hybrid was a predator, a fox. But at the second and my last shelter, I was the only predator hybrid there.” “Why did you change shelter?” “Some older teenagers ganged up on me one day and just… beat me up. It was pretty bad,” Olivia says with a mirthless laugh. “I’ll spare you the details, but I had to be hospitalized for a couple of weeks, broken bones and all that.”

"He wants to turn us into vessels for his kind. The gods aren't coming back to harvest the world. They're coming back to inhabit the strongest bodies left." The Architect tilted its head, a jagged, terrifying motion. "True. The Silver Peak Pack was a failed experiment. Too much wolf, not enough vessel. But the two of you? The hybrid and the corrupted Alpha? You are the perfect fit for the First Ones." I stood up, the violet veins on my skin glowing with a fierce, blinding intensity. I stopped fighting the hybrid blood and started listening to it. I felt the vampire's cold predatory instinct and the wolf's burning hunger. I merged them.