Hybrid Series Novels & Stories

As we spoke, Morgan went with his sister to view the jewelry at the store. And While we were there, Mr chase complained about some disturbance happening in Town and mostly around twelve in the midnight .... "Son , I'm glad that you're back, because there's a problem ". He opened up after pulling me to the corner .. I look at Morgan and his sister and then responded to him . "What problem?". I inquired .. "I don't know.... But I believe there is some weird creature rampaging the Town at night ". He leaned me close to his ears, and whispered, " you're the only one to help us, after all, you're a hybrid ". He placed emphasis on the hybrid.

Hybrids weren’t exactly unknown creatures; they were just rare. Deciding to go with the direct approach, I looked him straight in the eye and answered his question. “I am a Hybrid.”

She said, "Lena is notorious at the university now. No female werewolves with mates want to be near Lena. After all, a woman who goes around destroying others' relationships as mates is terrible." Annette smiled and said, "Not every mate is as useless as Kyle." Roxanne had not yet found her mate, so she was not yet deeply touched on the subject. Roxanne thought for a few seconds and asked, "Everyone knows that Fiona, the principal, is Kyle's mother. Fiona turned a cold face on such a good werewolf as you. How can she accept Lena? I remember Lena got a C in Fighting Class." "Fiona can't accept who I am. You know that I'm a Hybrid," Annette said and gave a wry smile. Then she continued, "Thoug

He nods to Lynda as he enters and she presses the release button, unlocking the cell door. Kolby enters the cell and eyes the Princess that is hanging on display in front of him. His mind runs wild with all the things he could do to her and all the ways he could make her scream. Wanting to know what he was dealing with, whether she was a vampire, a werewolf or maybe even a hybrid of both, he walked over to his metal trolley and made it look like he had picked something up before walking over and stopping in front of her. By the quick flashes of red and gold in the Princess's eyes Kobly now knew that he was dealing with a hybrid and knowing that both Vampires and Werewolves were strong on the

“The who?” “The Society of Hybrid Hunters,” she says, matter-of-fact. “They’re a well-funded, underground organization that’s been around for decades. Their work was quieter in recent years. For a long time, we thought they’d gone dormant—possibly even disbanded. But in the past few months, they’ve started resurfacing. Reports of missing hybrids have increased, and there’s a pattern to the way they move. No evidence. No mistakes. They strike clean and vanish without a trace.”

“There's a rumor going around, about the hybrid. People say they've seen it—” “It?” My gaze doesn't weaver from her. “What do you mean?? And what does that have anything to do with how we can save Billie?” She stands straighter, the happiness in her eyes about telling me, unmatched. “There is no hybrid except one. He's a blasphemous product of a werewolf and a vampire. Many years ago—” I cut her off, “and how is history important right now?” “It's important—”

I watched Niko catch a blow to the ribs and stay on his feet, spitting blood and laughing. “I hope they will be.” Micah nodded once. He knew, just like I did, that this time we weren’t up against vampires, witches, or other wolves. This time, we were up against something far more dangerous. Hybrids. Our warriors were trained to fight the three known species. What they weren’t trained for—what none of us were—was a fourth kind. Something faster. Stronger. Smarter. They needed to improve. If I had any hope of them surviving what was coming, they had to be more than what they were.

The one on the right continued. "As for Hybrids, they are a cross-breed of two or more different supernatural species. It can be a werewolf turned into a vampire or a ........." "We get it," I answered cutting him off. "We apologize." The one on the left said in a respectful tone. "Well, I think she's neither of those," Landon said in a disappointed tone as I nodded. I too felt the same way. "Pardon me alphas. But may I know who you are talking about?" The one on the right side asked.

"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.

“What? All of you creatures hear about some possible hybrid come running at once, all with some claim to care about me. At least Elias and the witches have their own twisted familial claims, what’s yours?” Confused, Colin sighed loudly and replied, “Everyone keeps calling you that! What even is a hybrid?! I thought that they weren’t possible, so what are you?” The sincerity in his voice threw her off. Either he was an amazing actor, or he genuinely didn’t even know what his Alpha was using him for. She wouldn’t justify his question with an answer. Instead, she snapped, “Why do you smell like that? What kind of magic is that anyways?” Colin stopped, threading his thick brows together in thoug