Hybride Novels & Stories

Girl, I'm a witch. Yea lemme rephrase that,, you wish you were a wolf In your dreams Alana. 'wait, why do I have a witch in my head?' Because, my dear.. your a hybrid the first and the strongest there's ever going to be. 'A-a hybrid?' Yea baby, your the combination of both werewolf and a witch's chi. Stop saying it like that, you make it look like she's a lab experiment. Dear, your are an offspring of both a werewolf and a witch. Which is by the way cool.

Her entire outfit was skin tight, complimenting all the places on her body that had filled out. I had to refrain from licking my lips and making her angrier than she already was. Most of all, I loved the way her blue eyes stood out against her pale but darkened skin. Elodie was mixed. Her father, white, and her mother, black. Her usually curly hair was straightened down her back. She was gorgeous. Truly a sight to behold.

"I'm a hybrid." "H-hybrid?" Ericka asked, confused. "Liam said you own this apartment building? But, what does hybrid mean?" "Yes, that's right. I am the owner of this building," Irwin said. "A hybrid is the offspring of a werewolf and a human. My mother was a human, like you. My father was a werewolf, a Beta." "Ah," Ericka said, surprised and a little confused. "I didn't know humans and werewolves could have children."

he replies and walks away. What the hell is Sabrina up to? and who could be the hybrid?

It hums, whispering secrets only I can hear. My gaze shifts to the book resting atop the altar, its leather cover worn from centuries of use. Bound in the flesh of those who dared defy my ancestors, its pages hold the key to everything I desire. Flipping it open, I find the passage I seek—the Ancient Transfer Ritual. "The power of the hybrid will be mine." The words taste like victory on my tongue. I skim through the ritual, reading every detail with unwavering focus. The process is simple—drain her, consume her essence, and take what should have been mine all along. But there’s a problem.

It had been quite a night, maybe one of the most memorable of his life. - As an obsessive hobby for a person who was cheap to fret over constantly, hyper-mileage driving was ideal for Wiretop. As soon as Sam hired him he replaced is 30-year old anemic scooter with what he considered a "real car." He traded-in the scooter (it was junk as far as the dealer was concerned) for a never-sold / 2 year-old Honda Insight at a bargain price. If you don't know, this was a tiny two-seat early hybrid design with a very streamlined shape.

“Which is?” Her gaze meets mine. “A hybrid.”

There are a couple of things that you need to know before you start to read this book. Please don't skip: 1. In this book, HYBRID term is used to refer to those wolves who have one of the elemental powers like fire, water, air etc. Some say that hybrid wolves are the cursed wolves and some say that it's a gift from the moon-goddess. If you find multiple explanations of being a Hybrid wolf then don't fret, multiple folks have their multiple versions.

liaisons, men who dealt in deniable assets and biological deterrents. Their motive was simple: total control of the irregular battlefield. They didn't want tanks or drones. They wanted the "Vance Hybrid": a soldier that could move through a city undetected, regenerate from a gunshot wound in minutes, and tear through a special forces team with tooth and claw before vanishing into the night.