Hybrid Underworld Novels & Stories

I clutched my daughter tight, her tiny form acting like a living radiator, her soft glowing light showing the damp brick walls as we passed. Two hours felt like forever as we crawled through that forgotten maze under the city. These weren’t the tourist hallways, not even close. They were the old smuggler routes, the blood-paths of the Lycan underworld that humans never mapped. Eventually, Silas led us to a massive rusted iron door hidden behind a waterfall of storm runoff. “The Undercity,” Marcus breathed, and when Silas entered a complex manual override code the air changed, like the place itself was holding its breath.

Fuck, I'd missed this. "The Underworld is broken down into regions," Dad began, gesturing with his hands as if drawing an invisible map. "The outer regions are what you might call our 'tourist attractions.' Anyone can visit, as long as they've got the juice to cross the boundary without turning into a crispy critter." Sebastian's eyebrows shot up. "Tourist attractions? In Hell?" I snorted. "Where do you think Vegas got its inspiration from?" Dad grinned. "Exactly. In those outer regions, you'll find the tamest stuff. Lust sects, gambling dens, a dash of minor violence – you know, to keep things interesting. It's all fun and games until you cross the River Styx."

“Fight it. Stay with me. We’re almost to the lower chamber. There’s an underground river. We can lose them there.” The howls echoed behind them closer now, a chorus of unearthly voices that vibrated in their bones. Tentacles slapped against rock. Claws scraped stone. The hybrids were gaining, drawn like moths to the signal radiating from Alex’s womb. They reached the underground river a rushing black torrent lit by more glowing fungi. A narrow ledge ran alongside it. Damian helped Alex onto it, keeping one hand on his lower back, the other gripping the pistol. A hybrid burst from a side tunnel tall, pale, blue veins glowing under translucent skin, tentacles writhing from its spine. It lunged

And I will be sure to wipe out the entire Whitlock and the witch that is helping them. “Your highness,” Ezra called from afar. I could not go into the underworld alone. I might be strong but not strong enough to take on the entire underworld. The underworld consisted of rogues, half breeds, ostracized witches and every kind of rejects there was. The underworld was a lawless place, bound by no treaty and honor meant nothing there. I would need help, in case trouble arises. “Your highness, s….” “Everything else can wait. Get Fang and bring the car around, we are going to the underworld.”

He sits up immediately, his expression innocently guilty. “I promise it’s just a few questions this time.” “Ask now, before I change my mind.” I tease. “Who is the hybrid?” He asks, those large eyes peering up at me through the darkness. I wait for my body to still as it always does at the sound of him, but it doesn’t. That’s a good sign. “No one knows what he looks like,” I respond calmly. “But they say he is part vampire and part werewolf.” “And he killed you papa.” He says quietly.

I said as she smiled, dragging me up to help me dress up. "I want it to be like fate, I want a love that will sweep me off my feet. Like in stories. Mysterious handsome bloodsucker who only wants to change because of me," Selene explained with a weird expression. Her eyes closed as she imagined it. Both I and Zoey looked at each other concerned. "You are living in a fantasy world, wake up," Zoey said. I couldn't help but chuckle as they both turned to look at me. "Mysterious bloodsucker? What is he? Vampire or Werewolf?" I asked amused as I chuckled more.

Selene said, I kissed her to shut her up; the second I pulled away, I grabbed her face and smiled, “That was incredible!” I told her, “You really are a powerful witch.” Amber said, “A powerful witch with little control.” Grandfather told her, I stared at him for a moment, “What do you mean?” I asked, he sat us all down as he began to explain, “A half blood witch isn’t too powerful, but still enough to be a little scared of. A full blooded witch, if terrifying and is definitely someone to fear. But a hybrid,” he looked at Selene, “There’s never been a hybrid witch of all three: a werewolf, a vampire, and a witch. Not to mention having witches in both bloodlines.”

Alexander said in a deep voice, “Got it?” The Underworlders nodded. Despite them being split between wanting the Lady to crown the Dark Lord and wanting to kill the Lady, they all at least agreed on one thing. That no one shall take what is theirs. They were Underworlders. Creatures that hid from the day and basked themselves in darkness. Creatures that did not belong in both Heaven and Hell. They were in the precipice of existing and not existing. But what is theirs shall always be theirs. “The Lady is ours,” Alexander said again.

Pure blooded species were given their own multiverse realm so it wasn’t that much of a problem, the only issue at hand was hybrids. Hybrids are species who are usually half human and half another species. The species could be anything – vampire, werewolf, demons, angels, mages and even species of beasts. The hybrids posed a problem because depending on the combination of hybrids (vampire werewolf hybrid was an extremely strong combination compared to something like human werewolf) they could be seen as a threat to the current realm that they lived in and if they continued breeding then they would produce an extremely powerful species clan that could take over the realm.

I didn’t even know I was a werewolf. I managed to escape from him by running deep into the bayou that I had called home for so many years. Stella carried me to a house that I recognized as my mother’s sister’s. My aunt Rosette. I knocked on her door, naked and afraid. She took me in and clothed me, gave me a hot meal. It was through her that I learned I was a werewolf. A gene passed down to me by my father. I also learned that I was only half. My mother and her side of the family were all human. Again, that’s what I thought at the time. I wouldn’t be as strong as purebreds but I was okay with that. I was twelve. I didn’t need to learn how to fight.