Hybrids Species Novels & Stories

(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

And the commotion was so great that everyone showed up, even Gibran. “Are Nalia and the vampire prince really mates?” Gibran asked in a hushed whisper, and I nodded. “That’s incredible… I’d heard of inter-species mates in the past, but I suppose that, due to isolation and the division of territories, it stopped being common, though there are cases where hybridization has been maintained for generations, as is the case with your mother.” That made me sigh. I knew all too well about hybridization, about powers and their consequences.

I was really not keen on the idea. “She’s a werewolf already. Different breeds of the same thing is not as bad as different species altogether.” “What if the kids just—,” I let the words hang. “That, I don’t really know. Maybe it won’t be too much of an issue with proper care and education, maybe not. But you might have to keep that risk in mind if you get grandkids and great-grandkids who are a little more adventurous. Because, the thing is, most hybrids were treated so bad that it was hard to find specimens that turned right. Most that were sane, bred with no more that one other specie.”

"The only vampire side in this pack belongs to Damien." My heart stopped. "What do you mean by that?" I asked slowly, my voice barely above a whisper. Scarlett rolled her eyes as if I was asking something obvious. "Damien is a hybrid, duh. He has both vampire and werewolf blood. That makes him one of the most dangerous creatures on this planet. No one can mess with him." My breath hitched. My mind went blank. Damien… a hybrid?

"All other hybrids had been noticed by the pack and poisoned with Ridsbane. It's a powerful plant that kills all the powers in the hybrid and renders them useless. More like a human." "Ridsbane?" Luna questioned. Griffin nodded. "There was a hybrid that hid for years; she was an orphan, and when the evil borns came for her, Sorry, the evil borns are known as 'Hybire.'" "What are they?" Phoebe asked. "They are neither vampires nor werewolves." Griffin replied. "They are nothing but extremely strong. Legends had it that only a hybrid could kill them, but no one took the chance because one mistake and the hybrid was caught. It's the end for us."

They were walking and talking supernatural encyclopedias. Rare and powerful… Athena was preening with that pride. I just rolled my eyes and let her get the excitement out. Speaking to Luna Ziyah today gave me an idea for my project that dealt with cultural assimilation. Not only would new species change, to a varying degree, but it sometimes led to interspecies relationships that could produce hybrids. Two different species, minimally, was combined when the child was conceived. It was important that a pack, clan, coven, etc. were educated on the species within it. It was not just the parent’s responsibility to ensure that others were aware of what it meant.

“He had pulled stunts like that before. He mostly had me do things for him because I'm a hybrid." I took a sharp breath… my mouth was agape, continually staying that way. Hybrids were not purebreds; they were half-breeds or mixed breeds, and finding hybrids was quite a rarity. But just like the omegas or a pack member whose shift came later than usual, they are viewed as the underdogs. They are treated poorly and subjected to various forms of abuse.

Augustine laughed softly: "I told you, Bianca. Emmanuelle is a pacifist. She must have been eating properly before coming to meet you. That's why I was with you throughout her pregnancy. I had to make sure she was fed... Except I never thought the child from her womb would be a hybrid." Bianca tilted her head to the side, not understanding what he meant at the sentence's end. "Children with parents from different species evolve by taking on the nature of only one of their parents. That's why hybrids are so rare," Dhara explained.

- Jason let me think about it, you are welcome, come, you are staying here today- she says as Jason stares at me waiting for an answer. - No need ma'am, a hybrid is banished as they are described as a mistake of nature, they feel threatened- I notice how the Alpha's jaw tenses. - We know you are a hybrid, and you will not be banished or imprisoned- he explains. -I will think about it- is the only thing I answer, the woman smiles and approaches me with Annabeth. - I'll show you your room, let's go- she smiles and we leave the room and then start

As Carlos were about to mount on his horse, an arrow was hurled in his direction and he was swift to duck. We looked in the direction at which it was thrown and we were shocked to see three huge men with a cross mark on their forehead. We knew they were hybrids because that mark was an identification for them. They were hefty, muscular and as tall as giants. Their faces were scary and they looked aggressive as their teeth jolted out in their mouth. We knew these hybrids were part werewolves, part vampires. They are known for their strength and desire for power. They never had businesses with werewolves and Lycans but I wondered why these ones in particular were trying to attack us.