Hyde Beyblade Novels & Stories

-You're a hybrid- I stay still in my place, when I'm about to turn I receive a strong blow on my head leaving me in absolute darkness.

Kiara said as we walked around the kingdom, I had gotten her to change her dress and to wear white jeans and a long sleeved violet shirt as the weather was cold and it was better for her to be wearing something that she would be comfortable in through the day. “Well, why not?” I asked as we passed a coffee shop the people bowed upon seeing us passing though neither one of us paid them any attention as we were busy speaking, however, I could hear the people murmuring about me walking with a girl in the middle of town, and her being human shocked them as I was never known to being around any other female that was not my mother or sister “I am a hybrid, a mixture between a hybrid and a werewolf

“This was supposed to be ceremonial. A blessing, not a weapon. You’re not supposed to be able to fight with it.” I swing it experimentally. It’s lighter than it looks, and balanced perfectly for me. My left wrist, usually my weak point, finds a comfortable position on its own. My arms tingle—not just my own, but the sensation of Callie’s presence, ancient and approving, humming through my bones. “She can fight with it,” Dorian says. “That’s not a problem.” I run my hand over the blade again. The blue shimmer hasn’t faded. I feel electric, alive, but also a little scared. “Does this mean something?”

Through the swirling mountain frost above, a shape finally detached itself from the upper dark of the staircase. It wasn't an armored titan. It was a slender, wire-muscled hunter clad in close-fitting, oil-skinned leather that didn't reflect the pale mountain starlight. His face was entirely hidden behind a dark brass breather-mask, his eyes obscured by twin lenses of smoked glass that glowed with a faint, predatory green hue. In his right hand, he carried a long, thin flamberge—a wavy-bladed sword designed to saw through flesh and silver mesh with minimal physical resistance. He didn't pause to offer words. He didn't hesitate at the sight of the Hybrid Queen or the ruined Alpha.

He stood up slowly, still watching me. “You're Kael Everdeen,” he said. I just stared at him and didn't respond. He chuckled low. “So you're the one the so called Alpha Damon is most in fear of.” “What do you know about Damon?” I gritted my teeth. He didn’t answer but kust glanced at the dead creature bleeding out behind me. “Impressive. Not many make it through an encounter with a gravehowler.” “A what?” “That thing,” he nodded. “They hunt anything with blood. Especially blood that burns hotter than most.”

“I… I never wanted this to happen. I just wanted to be normal, like you always wanted me to be. But I can’t change what the Moon Goddess decided for me, Dad.” “Phoebe…” Mom’s voice trembled, half hurt, half furious. Hayden took a step forward, his tone calm but firm. “Mr. Matthews, if I may.” Dad shot him a hard look. “And who are you, exactly?” “My name is Hayden Grey,” he said steadily. “I’m the future Alpha of Silver Claw Pack. And I’m one of Phoebe’s mates. I won’t let anyone hurt her—not today, not ever. If someone must take the blame, let it be us, not her.”

Their heads rolled, their blood splattering across the ground as he laughed in savage delight. "My turn!" Lydia called, her glasses glinting as she activated some hidden mechanism. A laser contraption on her shoulder fired precise beams, each shot taking down a creature with clinical accuracy. Blooby was smaller than the rest of us, but his strength was unmatched. His copper fists smashed through skulls with ease, and his sturdy frame absorbed attacks without flinching. Good idea leaving Peecher and her buddies behind, Gidon!" Lydia shouted sarcastically, her voice barely audible over the chaos. "They wouldn't have been much help right now, would they?"

The Alpha of the last pack I was in knew about it, and said it might have been because I was a Hybrid that I was able to shift before my 18th birthday. Bella then asked what a Hybrid was and I told her, “A hybrid is a shifter of 2 or more different species of shifter, there are many kinds of shifters in this world. Shifters can be Wolf, Dragon, Pixie, Fae, Fairy, Bear, Lion, Tiger, Jaguar, Swan, Eagle, Hawk, Leopard, Gryffin, Unicorn, Centar, Goose, Lycan, Fox, Coyote, etcetera. For example my mom is a Witch but she is also a Wolf shifter, and my dad is a Dragon shifter. So for myself, I have both the genes of Dragon and Wolf shifter in my DNA and I might get the dragon side, but I might not

I channel my hymn, reinforcing the cage, but Zynara’s aura surges, her form merging with the rift-beast, their shadow and starlight fusing into a hybrid entity—a radiant beast with twin-star eyes, its hymn a scream of eternity. Kael’s Shadowkin hold the keeper vanguard, their void-blades flashing, but a keeper’s starlight blade wounds Kael again, his aura flickering. “Hold the line!” he roars, rallying his kin, his loyalty unwavering. Maddox’s shadows falter, his grunt desperate. “We’re losing, Aelys!” Sylvara’s vines collapse, her voice faint. “The hybrid—it’s draining Elara!”

It doesn't mean she can't take out Taiga on her own. He is mocking her family, isn't he? She sneered. Ever since the treaty with the vampires and werewolves, that is when they agreed to let hybrids into the world, the hybrids have been under Delaney's orders not to cause needless problems that will make others feel threatened by them, so it's not surprising that most of the vampires have forgotten how the hybrids are. Seems like she needs to remind him that no hybrid should be underestimated or looked down upon despite their appearance! She ignored King and turned her attention to Taiga, at which point her sapphire eyes changed to resemble the deep blue sea. They became more translucent than