Hybrid Underworld Novels & Stories

Jackson answered with a smirk to get under the leaders' skin. “The hybrid was not created by mixing blood or a bite, it was born. It was the biggest discovery in all of the years hunters have been around. A discovery that sent a bone-chilling fear through the hunters. That meant the supernatural was more deadly than we could have ever predicted. It also meant the weapons and poisons we have found to work against different supernaturals would not work on them. Their other halves would just heal them, so we had to start experimenting until we found the right combinations of everything to get the right poisons.” He laughed sadistically.

(Incase you're confused with this 'potus' word , the author combined two words to form this one which are Pious, that means holy, and potent, which means powerful. So combining them we get our 'potus'.) "What's a potus crystal, and why is it in your chest? Are you injured or something?! And what do you mean she was a human?" " No, I'm not injured, potuses are very precious crystals to us as they are the main source of our incomparable powers which the demons crave, and you're going to develop a potus in your chest too. Very soon. Bethany was a normal human but you aren't." My eyes widened at her statement. My body was still, still as a cold corpse. " That's why I'm telling you all these. Wha

“Father, please? I can’t let him die.” “I told you our bite is deadly. If a Lycan didn’t bite him during the full moon, some stupid werewolf injected him with hybrid Lycan blood. He did a great job. But I will find out who did this and whose blood belongs to, and I will rip his body limb to limb.” “Wait. A hybrid lycan? Who else are hybrids out there?” “Not many, but the right question is, who has gained access to our blood?” Good question.

' my inner thought reminded me, "Fuck!" He growled, and my eyes widened, he was getting weak and it seemed that he was outnumbered, a sudden surge of power coursed through his veins. With a roar, he unleashed the full extent of his hybrid abilities, his eyes blazing with light as he unleashed a devastating wave of energy that sent the remaining hybrid flying backward in a tangled heap.

he continued, “she erased her presence from the coven and abandoned a position that others would have destroyed each other to reach, and at the time, none of us understood why.” His gaze returned to me. “Now I do.” I exhaled slowly. “Because of me.” “Yes,” he said without hesitation, “because of what you are.” I did not flinch this time. “I already know what I am,” I said, meeting his gaze directly, “the Moon Goddess made that very clear.” Something flickered in his eyes at that. “That you are a Hybrid,” he said. “Yes she did” I replied, my tone steady. Silence settled for a moment, and then he let out a quiet breath.

“What offense justifies calling the council at this hour and with such haste?” Dmitry crossed his arms. “An offense that nearly cost all of you your sanity.” He nodded to the two guards beside him. One of them, with trembling hands, placed the black folder on the table. The other turned on a projector; images from the underground auction appeared in the air. Blood. Cages. The hybrid. And finally, the figure of the Executioner of the Underworld emerging from the darkness before the cameras were destroyed. The murmur that crossed the holograms was pure panic.

David followed up with, “Bury the dead and follow us into the mountain to the healer's cabin, in there we will have a plan and we will gather allies for the war that would be coming upon us, make sure your loved ones make it safely through the abyss into the Underworld.” That was not much comfort to the troll. What he knew of the Underworld did not reassure him. The underworld was the land of the dead, the netherworld, from which no one returns. It was said that the mouth of that land was never satisfied and the shades of the dead rested on a bed of maggots where the worm does not die. David mumbled, “The feral and Colton's army attack has been suppressed for a while, but their rebellion h

Among them, one individual stood out above the rest – Athdal, a young hybrid of vampire and werewolf blood. Athdal was a rare breed, born of a forbidden union between a vampire and a werewolf. His very existence defied the laws of nature, making him a target for both his own kind and those who sought to maintain the status quo. Yet, despite the dangers that surrounded him, Athdal had managed to carve out a life for himself in Orleana. He was the leader of a pack of hybrids, a group of individuals who, like him, bore the traits of both vampires and werewolves.

Laila says, conjuring a pen and paper from thin air, “the God of Death and the Goddess of Life won a great victory against their father, the God of Darkness. They wrenched half of the planet away and made it their own Kingdom, the Underworld.” Laila draws a circle on the paper to represent a planet and draws a line clean through it. “This is the Underworld,” she continues, tapping her pen on one of the hemispheres and then gesturing to the wasteland around us to indicate that they’re the same. “But beneath it is the Deadlands.” Inside the little hemisphere that Laila has indicated is the Underworld, she draws a smaller circle, just below the surface.