Icewing Rainwing Hybrid Novels & Stories

said Lowa, bending her thumb and forefinger into a circle, putting them in her mouth and whistling loudly. A big beautiful bird with a long tail flew over us. This is a bird that I haven't seen before. Her eyes were sharp and her beak was like a hook, but her feathers were a bright red with colorful stripes. Her tail was like a summer reed, long and fluffy at the bottom, and looked like a flame from a distance. "What kind of bird is this? I've never seen such a beautiful bird." "It's a phoenix-kite hybrid. I found an egg in the mountains and hatched it in a hot spring," says Lowa, grabbing the collar of my back.

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.

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.

But it was too late. Victor pressed the button. Nothing exploded. Instead— A deep mechanical hum filled the rink. Low. Vibrating. Unnatural. The ice shifted. The water beneath surged again, stronger this time, pulling the fractured sections inward, dragging them toward the center where the container floated. The entire surface began to tilt in a controlled, deliberate manner. “Drain system,” Bennett snapped. “He’s activating the drainage system!” Water began to disappear fast and was pulled downward through channels beneath the ice.

He answered before continuing to walk down the hall. "Her wolf?" I ask, looking at Jessica. "Yes, her wolf. She is a hybrid, the first of her kind, and Odett is the second. We have no clue what kind of hybrid Odett is other than a wolf, but Rain is a wolf/witch hybrid." She said, and then she walked around me and into Rains' room. "I told you! Now you look like an idiot because you couldn't listen to me or your beta!" Ryker says as I stand in the middle of the doorway, dumbfounded.

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...

One of the minions replied. “I don't care if she's got lasers shooting out of her fucking eyes, I gave you an order, now grab her!” She screeched into the air. All six of her minions ascended instantly, it seems her screech was just like the shift order that Alpha's can do. Each one of them screeched into the air, and poor Jeremy fell to the floor holding onto his ears, the sound of all six of them even made my ears ring a little, so I couldn't imagine what he was going through. I watched as each hybrid finished their ascension, and glorious raven black wings fanned out from each of them. Their eyes weren't white like ours go when we fully ascend, but they were illuminated like hunters eyes

Icy’s POV I watched Queen Rain become a new being reborn in the glow of the moonlight. No longer was she human in appearance but a beautiful mixture of dragon and woman. Her colorful hair once again changed from pale blue to an electric blue. It was long flowing and her dragon wings erupted from her back. They were the same color as her hair. A surge of power filled the air around us as a dragon flame brand covered her visible skin. The flames looked alive as they raced up her body ending at her jawline where the king’s similar brand ended.

The ice cream place was close but not that close, and neither of us was in a hurry, and somewhere along the way the conversation ran out and we just walked — side by side in the early evening quiet, comfortable in a way I hadn’t expected to be comfortable with anyone. The rain started without warning. One moment it was dry. The next, properly raining — the committed kind that has no interest in being brief. We ducked under the nearest shelter — the narrow overhang of a closed shop, barely wide enough for two people, which meant we were standing closer than strictly necessary. I was cold immediately. I hadn’t worn a sweater. They had both told me to wear a sweater. I had said I was fine. I wa