Hybrid Dragons Novels & Stories

“The true hybrids–the half dragon, half shifter or half witch offspring… those were a threat. Powerful, dangerous, impossible to control. There were several hybrid dragon kings during my childhood, incredibly, but their rise to power was the dawn of a turbulent reign that shaped our world into what it is now. The witches and shifters to the south had been sacrificing their maiden daughters to our kind for hundreds of years and revolted eventually. The dragon kings saw the dangers of hybrid–mutants, they called them–rising to power, tainting bloodlines.” “You haven’t answered my question,” I growl, my voice booming through the meeting hall. “I’m getting there, Your Highness,” he replies calml

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?”

“First of all, how did Ryder and I know that we are mates. He’s part dragon. Don’t dragons have to have a mating ritual in order to find their mates?” Selene nodded her understanding. “Yes, normally that would be the case, but Ryder is a hybrid. His Lycan side has already claimed you as his fated mate, so no dragon ritual is necessary.” “Does this mean once we complete the mating process, I’ll wear his mark on my neck?”

There were a few dragon keepers now, blessed and chosen by Drakora. Rheal got his Lycan inner beast at seventeen and found his dragon egg at eighteen. Dragons didn’t take too long to grow, three years and they were full-sized, with wagging long tails and wide wings to soar the skies. Hard to kill and as long-lived as their masters. Being a hybrid who carried great blood, Rheal was trained to control his strength and power. His father took a big role in that. And being the type to catch on quickly, it didn’t take him long to master the art.

It wobbled a little, them being fragile. “You need to put them over a fire until they hatch. It’s a good thing we came with an elder to bless your child, he will also perfume another ceremony for the dragons. It is rare, we only have two in our whole kingdoms. We refer to them as the pure ones. These are just dragons. They will hatch when they are mature and they will grow over the years. They are strong and indestructible. What one of us can do in our dragon form, they can do it a hundred times over. They are very powerful.” Drakko explained, still not believing it himself. No one uttered a word after that, just staring at the baby then the eggs while trying to digest what they had just hea

That made Neo snort as he agreed with me. “That legend was started by my ancestors to keep the truth hidden. However, I would assume that Draxthi knows the truth if he’s holed up there. There are various types of dragons. The rarest and most powerful dragons are called Mystic Dragons. They were originally created by the union of a powerful elemental dragon and a powerful witch. The group of them, or thunder, was unique because the females of the lineage took after the witches while the males were dragons with access to magic. Mystics were highly sought after and hunted to near extinction. That area was where their sanctuary. It was hidden from outsiders. However, there was a traitor who desi

Hecate brushed the side of his beard. “Now, dragons have come to a problem. No more female dragons are being born, thus creating no more full-blooded female dragons which are needed to keep the magic flowing. Well, then comes along Odessa. Fates had an interesting fate for you. Now the magic flows in you, Odessa, taking Ondi’s powers and Apollo’s, creating a hybrid creature. Combing both species will save both the griffon line and the dragon, keep the magic strong together.” “But why does Creed have feathers? He looks like Apollo too?” I asked.

“The High Priest and Priestess of my coven intend to attack the dragons. I understand that you and your friends attacked them before and most of them were killed. I thought you might have a vendetta against them.” “I’m listening,” I say, keeping my distance as I snap the wrist restraint off my arm. I’m pissed that I’ll have to get another one. “We don’t want the hybrids. We want the dragon eggs.” “There are no dragon eggs,” I say. “There are now,” he says with confidence. "If you help us, my leaders are willing to allow you to collect as many of those hybrids or even the dragons that you can capture, kill, or ...” he looks past me at the dead guy. “Whatever that was.”

“First of all, how did Ryder and I know that we are mates. He’s part dragon. Don’t dragons have to have a mating ritual in order to find their mates?” Selene nodded her understanding. “Yes, normally that would be the case, but Ryder is a hybrid. His Lycan side has already claimed you as his fated mate, so no dragon ritual is necessary.” “Does this mean once we complete the mating process, I’ll wear his mark on my neck?”

Zeus said. I glare at him. If I tried to fight this bastard, I'd die as soon as I attacked him. Werewolf especially, a hybrid, crossbreed between a dragon and a werewolf was the strongest among us and in the world of shifters. They are wingless but they are huge, larger than the king himself. I heaved a sigh. This hybrid doesn't know how to leave me alone.