Novel & Cerita Icewing Leafwing Hybrid

Before Xavier could turn to face the hybrid, he was overpowered and trapped in his grasp. The fierce looking hybrid brought out his dagger and stabbed Xavier on the back. "No!" Camelia yelled, emotions getting the best of her as she fixed her eyes on Xavier who was groaning. Her anger was visible and as as she kept screaming, the leaves rustled, trees bent in different directions as a mighty wind whirled angrily like it was responding to her screams. In the twinkle of an eye, the three hybrids were carried and hurled in the heavy wind. They dropped down abruptly to the floor in an unconscious state.

His tail flicked in annoyance as he watched them disappear. "What was that about?" he growled once they were gone. "Leafshine, Larksong and I are kin," Robinwing explained with a shrug. Flamepaw gaped at the brown and white tabby before realizing that there had been similarities between Robinwing and Leafshine. They had the same muscle build and strong shoulders, and Leafshine even had faint tabby markings like Robinwing. "Our mother is from WindClan, and our father passed away before we were born."

The hybrid is taller than fairies. There are various categories of fairies and nymphs in Helmel; I could spend hours cataloging each one, but in all my years of life so far and in all the books and scrolls I’ve seen, none is like the hybrid—none with red wings with bird feathers, even those who united with the Aerwin. “I’m giving you a gift, and you can’t refuse,” I smile. “I refuse.” Her gaze at me is deadly, as if she wants to burn my flesh.

Carl further explains to her. "What mark are you talking about?" She questioned him again, as she was already losing her patience. "From my findings, the hybrid will possess the mark of the turtle snake on his back. James confirmed to me, that he has no mark on his body at all... This mark is the major significance indicating that he's the true hybrid we seek for, and James doesn't have it!" Carl uttered those statements to Ms. Lauren with a confident look on his face...

I realised I was holding my breath (not literally) until I got home. There’s something so odd about him. I threw my backpack into the couch and lied down, staring at the wall. The paper butterflies I have put up the wall have started to fade. … A long time ago. "The butterflies in your wall is so pretty", Arish said 'but why is there so many?” "Every time I want to die, I make a butterfly and put it up on the wall" I replied. "You are unbelievable, Lisa" he stopped and continued. "But why butterflies? They are so pretty and happy" he asked.