Hybrid Werewolf 소설 & 이야기

All you need to know is that you have the potential to unite the Kingdom of Night, which is exactly why you must be stopped. Unfortunately, the white oak stake in your hand is not enough to still the wretched heart that beats in your chest through only the darkest, most perverse magic. Neither is a silver dagger. A hybrid is more than the sum of a werewolf and a vampire and it takes on certain emergent properties. It can only be killed once fully awakened, and its blood becomes potent for a variety of supernatural purposes. Unfortunately for all of us, you aren't even a true hybrid yet. You're stuck in a stage of stagnation between vampire and werewolf while a hybrid is fully both. Spilling

“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—”

"A woman I've never seen before. Not Silver Claw, she said. She knew about our meeting today, knew about Bella's research on the curse. She warned me to stay away." Silas's expression hardened. "Describe her." I did, not omitting any details—her appearance, her unnatural movement, her slightly-too-sharp teeth, her knowledge of both my names. "Hybrid," he muttered, his jaw clenching. "Had to be." "Hybrid? What do you mean?" He glanced around, then lowered his voice. "Half-human, half-werewolf. Born, not bitten. Rare, usually sterile. They have some of our abilities but can pass for human more easily. They've been showing up more frequently lately, especially around Silver Claw territory."

Zeus said. I glare at him. If I tried to fight this bastard, I'd die as soon as I attacked him. Werewolf especially, a hybrid, crossbreed between a dragon and a werewolf was the strongest among us and in the world of shifters. They are wingless but they are huge, larger than the king himself. I heaved a sigh. This hybrid doesn't know how to leave me alone.

I needed to know how this pack worked, the hierarchy, the politics, and the secrets they kept in the dark. Later that night, I moved. Using an old cloak as a disguise, I sneaked toward the castle’s library, which was a graveyard of stories. I searched the shelves until I found a heavy, leather-bound volume. A cold sense of finality settled over me as I found a passage about those like me. “The Hybrid,” the text read, the ink was as dark as dried blood. “A half-human, half-wolf child is a blight upon the moon. A threat to the purity of the werewolf world. They must be destroyed, for their bloodline carries the seeds of chaos.”

“Did I stutter?” He, along with Alec and Piper, are my least favorite people. I hold a huge grudge against them. I hate their pack, but I hate the three more. Now four, if we could include Calvin. When no one says anything, I continue. “The creatures you just described are hybrids. A breed between a werewolf and vampire.” “But that’s impossible. Wolves and vampires can’t reproduce. It’s biologically impossible,” Alec buts in, interrupting me before I could explain everything to them.

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.

"She will be banished from the pack or even killed. I can’t bear to lose her, and since there is a monster on the loose claiming he wants my daughter’s blood, I am sure one of the werewolves might hand her over to him to stop the threats." Ashford looked amused to hear about the werewolves. "Who exactly is your daughter?" "Let's call her Lunara’s Hyb." "Lunara’s what?" "Hybrid." Bartram answered. "She is both a werewolf and a vampire; her mother is a vampire, while her father is a werewolf. But I guess the vampire's blood was stronger because she had her fangs before wolfing out, which was really surprising since I don’t let her eat anything with blood on it."

"I'm just making you feel at home. You are a hybrid now, my Luna. You are more than just a werewolf, Luna. My pack might bully you." "Roxanne might bully me, if that's what you mean." "Truthfully," Sage said, leaning forward and gripping her knees. He noticed the denim in her jeans was faded. The gesture was no doubt an unconscious habit. "I find you much more interesting. Hybrid werewolves and demons have never been confirmed. Human hybrids, on the other hand, have recently appeared. Right now, they sell better. I have a bottom line to consider." "A bottom line," Sophie echoed.

someone muttered. My father’s gaze sharpened. “Yes,” he said. “A werewolf is a hybrid, and it's neither fully wolf nor fully human.” He paused, then continued. “It is rare to see a werewolf, as they're feral beings that shouldn't exist. They do not occur naturally.” Silence fell deeper now. “They can only be created,” he said, “ and that's when an Alpha—not just any Alpha, but one with a powerful, rare gift—bites a human.”