Hybrids Species Novels & Stories

He continued like he had not heard her "And watching the Earth, she craved for the freedom, for the waters, for the trees, and on one Blue moon, she summoned the courage to come down, as a wolf, which was one of her earlier creations, at first. Just going around, until a Creature from the deepest parts of hell chased her for dinner. This had gone on for a while till at 12 midnight, the moon goddess had finally turned into her human form, the Creature, marvelling. Long story cut short, they spent the rest of their day together till sunrise. Knowing she must return, and him, away from the light, both never sure of ever seeing again, decided to make a pact. With their blood mixed, they made a n

Not only because Clavier told him his pups would be stronger than Mira, but he also mentioned that the pups would be harder to control. "This is very a rare case," the High Lord continued, "I've seen many births of hybrids during my time. They were either born as one of the parents' origin. Take an example of a hybrid of vampire and human. The child could either be a human or a vampire. Your case is different." "How different?" Mira asked, swallowing hard.

I smiled and quietly replied, “Yeah... I mean it’s been a long time. A lot can change in six years.” “It hasn’t changed too much, promise. I mean a few things are different... like leadership.. and we now train everyday. Also, we’re are no longer allowed to use our special abilities because of some witch mumbo-jumbo a few years back.” I stared wide-eyed as he spoke. “Witches?” I asked incredulously. Nobody had even seen any for over a decade. We’d believed them to all be extinct. As far as special abilities went, well, select few werewolves had them. Some could bend fire, others water. Some could read minds, and even move objects with their own. Nobody in my family had any special abilities.

She gave up with a huff once they left the city, since the road back to the pack was quite dark. “What have you learned so far?” Aiden asked, breaking the silence. He wanted to know what she was thinking. “Not much yet, human hybrids are the more rare since its most common for supernaturals to be fated with their own race however from time to time the goddesses and gods will collaborate together and mate mixed races. It usually means something for the mated pair and it generally means something big is happening. But it could not even be for that generation. It could be so a specific type of hybrid is born of mixed blood, or it could be to bring support to a dying pack or weakened coven. Its

We are almost to the waterfall when Raidon stops us. “What are we waiting for?” I asked. I can see four guys walking around the waterfall, looking at something. Tyler shifts his weight and must have nudged something with his foot because all four turn around and look at us. Those aren’t fucking vampires. They are a hybrid. They are a cross between a wolf and a vampire; only they are genetically made. Hunters have been capturing both of our species for the last few years and genetically mutating them together to produce the perfect weapon to fight both of our kinds.

Xavier looked at him expectantly. “What, except for what?” he asked. “Hybrid, there are two kinds both powerful and feared because of the powers they possess.” Zande told him. “I only know one type of hybrid, those who are born of two supernatural species.” Xavier told him. “And those who are made, but according to the history books there is only ever been one hybrid that was made. He was so powerful that no supernatural being can kill him, the other beings came together and killed the witch that made him so that she never makes more and condemn him to a deep sleep then threw him at the bottom of the ocean. They called him an abomination.” Xavier’s lips curved into a smile.

Always trying to strong-arm our community or take what they thought belonged to them. Hybrids – Where one parent is a shifter the other human or no spirit animal – were born one of three ways. Either they were purely human or gained a counterpart that was weaker in comparison to full-blooded shifters, or there was us. The ones like me. A hybrid. Neither human nor shifter. A being that had enhanced physical attributes yet no spirit animal. My little sister was fully human, even though we shared the same parents. Our mother was a werewolf, father was human.

I fought the urge to shake my head and click my tongue. I brought my focus to Delaney and raised a brow. "Like me?" "No, you're a half," whispered my best friend, warily glancing from left to right, not to accidentally blurt out my secret. "Hybrids came from two different races. They are both children of Sierpenti and Levio." "Whoa." My brows arched. "Really? I didn't know that's allowed. I mean, that sounds racist but, you know."

I wasn’t even sure that was true, but how else could I become something else? I don’t know much about hybrids. No one does outside the council. They’re so often slaughtered before they reach maturity. Interspecies breeding is forbidden. The resulting offspring can be unpredictable, dangerous. I’m dangerous. What few that survived have wreaked unspeakable havoc if the stories are to be believed.