Hybrid Aria Novel Novels & Stories

Vince frowned at her expressions as he slowly got up on his stomach and leaned on the headboard. Princess Ariya sat beside him and gave him a book about wolves and vampires. "Here!" she said as she reached the book to him. "Why are you giving me this?" he didn't like to get the book in her hand. He gave Princess Ariya a sharp stare instead. "So that you will understand their nature better!" she put the book on his lap then. "Why do I need to understand their nature? They are not real? They are just fiction stories being developed in our imaginations!" he angrily said as he lay down sideward facing back at her.

“Luna Mother’s with them. She’s riding in the center. They’ve got the pup.” _Pup._ The bond twisted. Kieran felt it. His head snapped to me. “Aria.” I was already standing. My legs didn’t shake anymore. The Blood Rite cut was a dull throb under fresh bandages. The bite mark on my neck was still bleeding. _His_. “I’m going,” I said. “No.” “Yes.” “Aria, you gave birth 12 hours ago—” “And our son was stolen 11 hours ago,” I cut in. “You think I’m staying in this cabin while they use him as a war flag?”

The rage and the moment my control slips. What are you hiding! the eerie voice asks. Everything…… They will see everything……. No…. Just as I begin to drown in it and let go, a scent hits me……Vanilla…….like a forest after rain……human. Aria. No! Why is she here? Why is who here? the voice asks I ignore it instead I close my eyes concentrating on her scent and clinging to our bond just like I did in isolation. I anchor myself to her existence, to the promise of warmth and breath and something untouched.

Their only saving grace was the inheritance Evelyn Hert left behind—and this fragile marriage alliance with the Crosses. Too bad the groom-to-be was Damian Cross: the forgotten son, the unwanted heir, the one no one respected. Naturally, Rowan would never waste his precious Liana on someone like that. So, they shoved Aria into the fire instead. And Aria? She smiled like a fool. She blinked her big, stupidly innocent eyes, clapped her hands, and suddenly broke into a childish song: "In the land of little blue folks, where the mushrooms grooow—

Lithia looked at Dominic with confusion written on her face. “Lithia, this is Dominic.” Nicole introduced the two. “He’s your half-brother.” “Half-brother?” Dominic asked. “You had another child?” “Yes, I did.” I glanced at Dominic. “She’s your younger sister.” “But, he’s a wolf.” Lithia stated. “He’s actually a hybrid.” I corrected her. “So, wolf and vampire? Only you, dad.” Lithia continued to stare at Dominic. “Anyways, I guess that’s why the council told me to come get you guys.” Lithia said. “They expected you to bring him?”

Lydia snapped, glaring at him. She muttered a spell, and the walls turned translucent, revealing countless identical objects floating in the void beyond. Their glowing red outlines gave them an ominous appearance. “You have no intention of letting us leave, do you?” she asked. The object pulsed. “Leave the girl chosen by the tortoise, and I will let the rest of you go.” 'It means me,' I thought, a chill running down my spine. The boss stepped forward, placing himself between me and the machine. His voice dropped to a whisper, so low I had to heighten my senses to catch it. “Girl, be honest with me. You use fire magic, and you have heightened senses. Are you a hybrid?”

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Aria’s head shifts slightly with each stride, her skin hot and damp against my arm. The door to the clinic bangs open under my boot. The smell of herbs, alcohol, and dried blood hits me. “Doctor!” My voice ricochets off the walls, sharp enough to make the healer jerk upright from where she was tending to a soldier’s bandaged leg. “Alpha—” “She shifted for the first time and burned out,” I cut in, laying Aria gently on the cot closest to the window for light. “She’s pregnant. She needs fluids, now.”

Something deep within stirred, a memory not her own, an echo of something ancient awakening. Drawn forward by instinct she didn’t fully understand, Aria wandered deeper into the trees. Moonlight broke through the branches, illuminating a small clearing she had never noticed before. At its center lay a circle of moss-covered stones, arranged with precise, deliberate care. Kneeling beside them, she brushed her fingers over the wet surface. Energy surged through her in a blinding instant, and images flashed behind her eyes: wolves racing through silver light, the forest ablaze, a shadowy figure with eyes identical to Damon’s. She stumbled back, gasping, chest heaving.

The Pulse and the forest merged into a single force, giving her clarity beyond mere sight. A branch snapped sharply nearby, and Aria moved instinctively, guiding the energy to create a subtle diversion. One of the reinforcements lost balance slightly, and the prime sentinel’s eyes flickered with recognition. He understood that Aria had claimed control. She was no longer merely defending or evading. She was orchestrating the entire encounter.