Leafwing Silkwing Hybrid Novels & Stories

Ravi grew curious, his hand unable to stop stroking Raymond's increasingly soft and gentle wings against his skin, the soothing scent of chocolate beginning to envelop him, enticing Ravi to close his eyes and follow what Raymond was doing. "I'll tell you the truth, but I can't say much," Raymond spoke right at the juncture of Ravi's neck, causing him to squirm at the touch of Raymond's warm breath. Ravi merely hummed, urging Raymond to continue with what he wanted to say. "My father once married a human who is now my mother. None of the elves had married humans before, and my father was the first to do so. They all opposed it, and when I was born, my parents were killed because I had black w

Shelley stands, gazing at her brother's frames, running her fingers over the glass which protects its bejewelled occupants. Captives? Prisoners? A tomb.... She reads the labels: Hesperiidae.... Lycaenidae.... Riodinidae.... Gossamer wings, some in metallic blues and golds, other copper or burnished orange, some almost transparent, others in a green which rivals the glorious eyes of the watcher. All rest there, neatly pinned, displayed, categorised and named. "Don't touch the frames, Shelley. You'll get fingerprints on the glass, then I'll have to clean them again."

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.

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.

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.

Sylvain deduced, "this prophecy speaks of a hybrid. They're rare but not impossible to come across. A hybrid that will rule and unite our world because she will belong to both. A hybrid that will be impervious to wolfsbane—also known as aconite, silver, and iron. The ability to be unaffected by wolfsbane and silver runs in the family. My sister will not be happy to know that Titus doesn't inherit the family gift." "No!" I declared. "You can deny it all you want but the proof is in your hands, beautiful darkling," Sylvain crooned, "you may not want me but the universe seems to be pushing us together one way or another. It seems like someone has already seen us have a baby."

"She’s the Blueprint of the Twenty-Sixth. And she’s already started the re-weave." From the Hive, thousands of Silver-Black Butterflies began to emerge, their wings etched with the faces of the people we had lost.

This was the effect of the spirit master and the spirit soul breaking through their limits together. The Bright Goddess flapped her wings gently and seemed to rest. Her presence making his mental scape almost heavenly. Meanwhile, Chen stood up. 'The Three-eyed Silver Lion seems to be evolving into a hybrid of assault and agility type.' Chen's second ring glowed and two pairs of silver wings formed behind him. These wings were made of pure spirit energy and just like the Bright Goddess Butterfly's patterns, the emerald color followed within the wings in the form of emerald feathers! "Silver Light Wing..." Chen slowly controlled the wings.