Romans & histoires Hybrid Vampires

"Could you maybe not do the mysterious, brooding vampire thing right now? I really need—" "Answers. I know." He turned, and his red eyes swept over me, assessing. "You're controlling it better than I expected. Most hybrids spend their first few days in fetal positions, overwhelmed by input. You're standing. Speaking. Functioning." "Most hybrids? I thought I was the only one." His lips curved. "The only living hybrid. There have been others, throughout history. Rare. Powerful. Short-lived, usually. The vampire clans and wolf packs tend to fight over them until there's nothing left to fight over."

"How dare you—" "Arrgh!" The screams had begun. Neratomay leaped from their seats as Hybrids swarmed rapidly into the room. They did not have the speed of the Vampire, but the rapid way in which they attacked allowed them to take out the closest Vampires. The Hybrids knew what they were doing. They lopped off heads with swiping claws that held razor sharp talons. They bit through throats and severed spinal cords causing heads to fall limply before the Vampire turned to dust. Seven or eight Omicrons entered the hall and within seconds had killed half a dozen Vampires. Some Vampires had quickly flashed away but not the Elders. They were snarling and joining the fight. Some had even turned into

Mindy whimpers, lovingly stroking Maxim’s cheek. “Except if you can get blood of a hybrid,” he shrugs nonchalantly. “A wolf hybrid?” I ask, hope bubbling inside me. “Yes,” he nods. “Wolfsbane does nothing to a vampire, but a vampire’s blood is fatal to a wolf. But a hybrid is immune to a wolf’s and a vampire’s blood.” “Why didn’t you say so earlier?” I ask, smiling brightly. “Dear, you’re out of time. Where do you want to find a hybrid?” He asks patiently.

“We were fine doing our own thing. Your guys were the ones who decided we were coming here. We’d be heading back to our mates right now if they hadn’t insisted.” “With prisoners,” Victor observed. “We prefer to refer to them as take-away.” “They are vampires,” the lead alpha soldier announced. “And wolves. And something freaky too.” “We’re hybrids,” Heath finished. “What happens when a werewolf drinks a vampire’s blood. Apparently, hybrids can turn others, too, as our vampire mate is transitioning, and Aislen has.” “It’s what we are meant to do,” Aislen added. “It’s what we’re designed to do, but racism amongst the supernaturals has meant a delay in evolution.”

He pivoted abruptly to face her, the tone of his words indicating a firm resolve. 'We'll raise the alarm not only among our breed but with any vampire in this town and the next. We shall inform them of the existence of a hybrid and the danger she poses to those who claim to be vampires.' Ema's face filled with comprehension as she began to realize it. "You mean. .." Yes," replied the Black Hooded Wolf. "Wait and see; the visual will be terrible enough to entice them to join us. Ema, imagine a future where hybrids, half vampires and half werewolves, rule the roost: unpredictable in their powers and broken loyalty, multiplying and spreading, while pure breeds are outnumbered in their realms.

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.

All around, the generals tried to hold in their laughter; even Kaliyah had a wide smile on her face. “It… it wasn’t like that!” I retorted, but it did nothing to stop the generals and Kaliyah from snickering. “Alright, that’s enough.” My father raised his hand and the noise ceased. “He could be a hybrid—half-shaman, half-werewolf. That would explain his unnatural control over the rogues.” Murmurs of agreement rippled through the room, but it was clear that this revelation only complicated matters. Hybrids were rare and said to be extremely powerful beings capable of turning the tides of war.

“Vampires are extinct and I saw her fighting as a wolf.” “Almost extinct and she is hybrid.” If it wasn’t for my desperation to follow after my mate I would have stopped the car. Vampires weren’t enemies of werewolves, they weren’t anything to us as we believed them to be extinct. Hybrids were extremely rare and never part vampire, usually part witch or hunter like Bradley. I watch as we pull into an abandoned hospital and I follow inside and see Bradley laying Olivia on a gurney and the doctors and nurses rushing off with her.

It was not that I was to forcefully marry and bond with someone but it was the who. King Vampir was ruthless. He was the first vampire, the sire of the whole vampire race. He was not just a vampire but a hybrid, a cross between a witch and vampire, making him as old as the world, rendering him immortal. My stomach turned and I thought I would vomit right there as I continued crawling my way to the door, getting there and standing up only to rush out to the crowd outside, patiently waiting and hoping for their name to be called.

Cassandra said to Claradious warmly while still stepping backwards away from him. "Yeah, I'm different from the rest of the werewolves, and the reason for that is because I'm also what you witches call “Bloodsucker,” I'm a Vampire and a Werewolf, making me a special breed called a “Hybrid," Claradious said to Cassandra warmly while starting at her totally amused by the way she was stepping backwards away from him. “Cassandra...............You do know that I'm not gonna eat you, right??” Claradious asked Cassandra warmly while looking at her inquisitively.