Hybrid Klaus Mikaelson Novels & Stories

Troy was watching the street. "What do I need to know," she said. "Quickly. Right now." "You are the last hybrid," Clark said. "The only one in existence. Three hundred years ago there was another. A boy named Kev. Both worlds went to war over him. Not because of anything he did. Because of what he was." His voice dropped lower. "You are what he was. Except your bloodline is older. Stronger. Your mother was original blood Tyra. The oldest vampire line in existence. Combined with your father's wolf warrior blood you are not just a hybrid." He paused. "You are something both worlds have never seen before and have no law to contain."

It tried to tell me I was a murderer. I stood still, the only point of light in an infinite dark. I reached into the very centre of my being, past the stolen magic, past the grief, and past the fear. I found the place where the silver wolf and the man had merged. "I am Darius," I said, the words vibrating in the emptiness. "I am the Mate of the Kael. I am a Hybrid. And I am the one who is bringing Kael home."

It was very visible that that wasn't a topic he was willing to have, not now or ever, but Elle, being a little on the dumb side, didn't read the signs. “Oh I know. Her father is the lead rogue that caused the massacre so many years ago, right?” Just then, Damien sensed Ariel's presence in the room, and immediately their eyes clashed. Ariel wished with all fibre in her body that she could turn back the hands of time, to stop herself from entering the room. She sensed the anger in him, and knew for sure that she was in for a very rough night.

~Rylee~ Planting a peck on my forehead, Klaus tucked my hair behind my ears, fondling as he secured an earpiece in my ears. “Ghost,” Klaus muttered, his voice commanding. “Pazzo bastardo,” answered Ghost through the earpiece, repeating what I just said. There was an evident smirk in his tone. “What? I had to rectify the situation,” Klaus chuckled, removing the silencer of his Sig. Whistles and chuckles followed Klaus’ answer. By the sound, it was the Lazarus cousins, Kai and Hunter.

The Supernatural Triad Council, which consisted of the supreme heads of the witch, vampire, werewolf, and human species, changed laws so that hybrids could be accepted globally. Any cross-species is considered a hybrid because two different kinds of them produce offspring. Therefore, one of Mikayla’s parents is a Fairy while the other is a wolf. "Son, you could have said that's the reason for choosing her instead of playing around our heads," Dad posited before he went into a mind-link with someone.

I said to the massive bouncer as soon as I walked up to him, cutting the line. The Beta looked down at me, his nostrils flaring as he scented me. His expression shifted from neutral to dismissive. I should have known. I couldn’t hide my status as having no wolf even though I was in a completely different territory. The only difference now was that anyone could treat me like shit. "Wolfless?" He growled. "This is a wolf club. No entry for hybrids." The wolves in line snickered. "Did she really think she could get in?" "Maybe she's looking for scraps?"

And they are hard to find because they hide themselves away. That is why every lycan has not turned themselves into hybrids as we did. They can not find a vampire that will turn them. Until now. Somehow the rogues have found a vampire that is turning them all into hybrids. Or if they haven't found one now, then they will soon. “Trevor,” I say suddenly. “What?” Sienna asks me.

I needed to. I went in my room and climbed my bed after laying it and thoroughly dusting it. Feeling jobless, I looked in the fridge, grabbed some popcorn and ice-cream and played my favourite Tv show, The originals. It was centered around Klaus Mikaelson and his family of vampires and how they managed their legacy. Klaus was a hybrid, that is, half bred vampire and werewolf mixed together. And then it came. This aching feeling on my chest. Dots were beginning to cloud my vision. At first, I thought it was an illusion but it wasn’t. I then saw Luca’s face barge in. It was something like a vision. Then it went.

I ask, “What did you mean by you know what I am? And what was in those cups, I’ve never felt this way after eating.” She sighs as she looks at me with a puzzled expression on her face and she says, “Ms. Sinclair.” I tell her, “Call me Marinette.” She nods, “Marinette. You’re a hybrid.” My eyebrows knit together as I ask, “What does that mean?” She chuckles, “Well, what do you think you are?” “I’m a human? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Her eyes widen in surprise, and she says, “Marinette… you’re not a human. If you’re trying to keep it a secret, don’t worry about it. We have plenty of others like you that work here, including me. We’re just here to help you.”

I fall asleep trying to listen, and slept heavier than I had in a very long time. “Time to feed,” Aaron speaks when a woman comes in behind him and I shake my head. “I don’t feed from just anyone, I only feed from Hanzo and if I’m injured Hana,” I sigh, shaking my head as I watch him clinch his jaw when I catch his scent and figure out his secret. “You’re…?” I start as he shoves the woman out and slams the door before I can say more. “The councils knows. I help them sift through the hybrid for who is dangerous and those who are safe,” he answers before I can ask and my heart sinks knowing Aaron is like Hanzo and I, yet he is against us.