Klaus Mikaelson Hybrid Novels & Stories

The first time it was because I was a lowly omega, and now it's because I am full-blooded, not a hybrid. People would always be people. "Josie is also a full-blooded creature. Why haven't you complained about her? And about the Luna ceremony — it will be done soon. I just have to complete something first," Mikael responded calmly. He leaned back in his chair, a smug smile appearing on his lips. It was a satisfied kind of smirk. I could have lingered more on what he was thinking, but he had just dropped a bomb so casually. My gaze flew over to Josie. Her whole face was already red with anger.

I shook my head before twisting the knob of the door of my room. Minimally designed room, not too big not too small, this was practically my mom and dad's room. The only light in the room was coming from the lamp beside my bed, where Micheal is peacefully resting. "Dr Melson," I bow slightly to acknowledge his presence. Our pack doctor who is also a beta male. I have known him for years, he is the only hybrid we have in our pack. A werewolf-witch hybrid, he practices witchcraft with so much ease.

“Wow. How is this possible?” His mouth quirks shyly. “It’s possible. Trust me, I’m not the only one either. Mikhail is an angel/demon hybrid, Carrick is a werewolf, Rowan is a vampire, and my foster father, Alex, is a dhampir. Almost everyone I know is a supernatural being.” I huff in wonder. “Holy cow, does Haley know about Carrick? What about Nevaeh?” He shrugs his shoulders. “Um… Neveah knows about Khail, but I don’t know about Haley.”

“Did you knowingly make a hybrid?” “I knowingly turned Claire. And I knew that she would be special. However, I did not know that she was a hybrid until recently,” Elias replied calmly. “Elaborate” Elias looked apologetically at his progeny, who was staring straight ahead into the flames. She imagined how they would feel on her skin. Isn’t that how you killed a witch?

Kael spoke from the side. His eyes were fixed on the wall intensely, with a scorn written all over his face. It was almost as though he was staring at Rya and Frost as he frowned. "He's a hybrid. They're an abomination. They have the capacity to just... corrupt pure bloodlines..." "Save your opinions. I don't care for them," I shut him off almost immediately, waving my hands with a strict face. He was a daft man. His ego had blinded him from seeing the bigger picture in this brief collaboration.

My daughter had a few tricks up her sleeve and I knew tomorrow, she would show it as well. "You always look amazing, that is the problem, I think that is why I end up with so many damn children." Mikaela whined as she opened the doors. I spun on my heel to look at her. Elijah was on her hip, a beautiful boy with beautifully black hair. The perfect imitation of his biological father. He was at the tender age of two, but looked four. Unlike Katharine, he had no traces of magic within him, just a natural born hybrid like myself.

Mikael just blinked his eyes repeatedly in response to Katarina's question as he could not move his head. "I know that hybrid blood is also useful to you and I wouldn't just give up the Luna for you, you know; I'm a veela just like her. It's my responsibility and I don't want any of you to hurt my people again. I weakened the hybrid's powers without his knowledge. He'll come back to you eventually. Just one note from me; I don't know if the Wolf Race leaders know of the hybrid's existence yet, so you need to be on guard in case they interfere later." Katarina untangled the vampire's hands that had Hubert in a headlock. She lifted Hubert to his feet and recovered his strength. The two looked

he continued, “she erased her presence from the coven and abandoned a position that others would have destroyed each other to reach, and at the time, none of us understood why.” His gaze returned to me. “Now I do.” I exhaled slowly. “Because of me.” “Yes,” he said without hesitation, “because of what you are.” I did not flinch this time. “I already know what I am,” I said, meeting his gaze directly, “the Moon Goddess made that very clear.” Something flickered in his eyes at that. “That you are a Hybrid,” he said. “Yes she did” I replied, my tone steady. Silence settled for a moment, and then he let out a quiet breath.

I say carefully, “the person protecting him is not fully wolf.” Another beat of shocked silence fills the room. “You trusted our son to a hybrid?” Martin’s voice is dangerously low. “I trusted him to someone I have known for over two centuries,” Kael says firmly. “Someone who owes me a debt that can only be paid by guarding Alaric with their life. Yes, they are a hybrid. That is precisely why they can keep him safe in a place no one else can reach.” “Until now,” Helena says. “If Crimson Moon finds a way in,”