Hybrid Underworld Novels & Stories

“As far as I know, you’re the only one that ended up being a hybrid. Usually one of the sides takes over and remains that way.” “How do you know that?” I implore, genuinely curious. “I looked into that after I went home. I wanted to know what to expect after my grandbabies’ birth. Apparently, that fuc- guy – Luna stops herself from cursing – had a lot of files about Undeads from the witch that created the first ones. There’s never been a case of a werewolf-undead hybrid.” “But there’s never been a female Undead before either. Maybe that’s the defining factor.” Hunter wonders out loud without taking his eyes off Stephanie.

He looked annoyed. I said nothing more as he led the way towards the underworld. The underworld was divided into different factions, it was a place where the dirtiest, and horrifying business was done. It was much worse than the black market. Unlike the black market, the underworld had wolf demons that engaged in these activities. We got to the entrance, and it was still the same as I remembered. It had a jagged, rocky entrance. "Holla." A shrill voice greeted, it was one of the gatekeepers at the entrance.

I could feel it beneath my skin, a low hum that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. "It's a place in the Underworld," Hayden finally answered, his voice rough, strained. "A sanctuary... or at least it used to be." His words made my stomach drop. The Underworld. The place he ruled, the domain that had become the center of so much torment and chaos in my life. But it wasn’t the Underworld I’d imagined from myths or stories—this was something far more desolate, more dangerous. I looked at him, trying to read his expression, but his face was a mask. "Why here?"

I screwed my eyes up and saw a faint sight of her, beaming with joy and it disappeared as if it was never there. The pain was too much, my chest felt heavy and my head hurt so much that I felt like dying. “NOW TAKE CHARGE!” “Argh!” It was as if I was on fire, my body was burning and the fire spreading over my body. It’s over. “The hybrid wolf is here...” She said quietly and the next thing I saw was darkness.

From the way the guard addressed her, he could tell she was the one the whole village was talking about, the general that gave them a name. He seemed to be repulsed by the idea of treating the habitat of the underworld like people of the other world, it was like keeping wild animals in a zoo and deluding oneself to think they can interact with humans, as humans without displaying their wild characters. What he didn’t realize was that the people of the otherworld and people of the underworld are both humans of the same species shaped by their environments. They are not and cannot be compared to wild animals with wild instincts. Sixty percent of the underworld’s population are people born into

And in the center of the cavern, illuminated by paranormal light, is a city. An actual city. Underground. Hidden. Made for paranormals. Buildings carved from stone. Structures that seem to grow organically from the earth itself. Paranormals of every type are moving through the streets below us. Some in human form. Some in their true forms. All of them stop when they sense Adrian's presence. "Welcome to the underground," Vess says. "Welcome to Sanctuary." "How is this possible?" I ask. "How has no human ever discovered this?"

His dark, heavy scent of cedar, copper, and raw sexual dominance flared so intensely it completely drowned out the rotten-egg stench of the sulfur tides. "They are hitting the Sinking Shelf, Lyra," Killian growled, his deep, chest-vibrating voice cutting through the howling wind. He didn't look at me, but his massive hand slid violently around my waist, his thick fingers digging deep into the wet leather of my trousers to drag my hips flush against his iron flank, pinning me to his heavy frame with a brutal, possessive force that stole the air from my lungs. His hot breath scorched my wet neck, his fangs grazing the raw purple mark on my throat. "The deep-sea hybrids are trying to reach the

“Tribrid’s don’t officially have a place to go here. When you enter the underworld you go wherever your kind is. Like a werewolf will end up on the packlands here. Same goes for vampires, and warlocks, etcetera.” I nodded, so far following what she was saying. “So the reason you landed out there, is because while there is a place for hybrids, there is no place for say, fae, and tribrids. This is essentially no man's land.” She chuckled, “That’s why I’m out here.

“Why is it different? Maybe we used the wrong portal.” “Idiot,” Janshai replied. “This is the northern lands of the Underworld.” “Northern lands?” Arth said, giving a puzzled look. Janshai let out a huge breath. “To put it simply for idiots like you to understand … the Underworld is the mirror of our world in Earthos, only darker and worse. Nonetheless, they have the same geographical lands as ours.” “I see,” Arth said, looking around in amazement. “That portal won’t stay open forever. We have to go now,” Lucas said. “I can feel an immense power coming from that glacier mountain over there,” he pointed at the tallest mountain ahead of them, “I believe that’s where the sword is.”

What he knows is enough for us to FALL. This Netherworld is not that complicated. You have all freedom and also the choice of how you use that freedom. Sadly, competition was born with it. Everyone wants to reach the top of the ranks to gain other benefits that lie on that number. They will all do what is needed to be done even if they need to paint the floor with blood just to survive this hostile environment. Yeah, we are also aiming for the top, for the sake of controlling everyone under us but we know that is not easy.