Lycan-vampire Hybrid Novels & Stories

Pearl was sitting in the front yard with her sister, Katty, trying to get a handle on the moment. "Yes, and no, they are special. Their ancestors bio-engineered the lycan race thousands of years ago. The alchemist and other supernatural beings never expected the lycans to be able to reproduce and produce offspring, but they were able to do that. The original Lycans were dire wolves, and many remain so, like Vergel, Ethan, and Finn. The three were, um, unique; they have wings and can wield magic."

Roxanne demanded loudly. "Fine," I whispered, then moved to the bed. "Our mate is a hybrid who is born from a lycan and a vampire. As hard as it is to believe, I know it's true. He is way stronger than we are. If he was just a purebred vampire, we could have put up a fight and we would have had a chance of survival. Sadly, his vampire bloodline combined with his lycan bloodline makes him very strong. We won't even hold our ground for five minutes in a fight," I said honestly.

The air crackled with anticipation as we all braced ourselves for the clash of these formidable forces. With a contemptuous sneer, Garrick taunted Thorian, revealing his knowledge of the latter's heritage. "You are not the only alpha, Thorian Blackwood, the son of the lycan king," he jeered, his voice dripping with malice. The maniacal chuckle that escaped Garrick's lips sent shivers down my spine. In response, Thorian growled, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he struggled to maintain his composure. "I'm guessing you don't know me," he uttered, a hint of amusement lacing his voice amidst the heavy tension.

He bowed, then opened the door and walked out. "And if they do mate?" I asked him again as soon as he sat down, not bothering to mask how I was feeling. "Well, a Lycan's bite is lethal. Lycanthropy refers to madness. So she or he will go mad and die. Why are you asking all these questions?" "No reason; I just got curious. I may need to experiment on new ways to kill people who used to get on my nerves when I worked at the hospital." He snorted, "You may get punished though, but first, both of you need to get mated first for you to be able to kill anyone," he whispered suggestively.

she stammered, stumbling over her own feet before turning to flee. In the space of a single, agonizing heartbeat, Layla erased the distance. With a blur of feline grace, she leaped, crashing into the maid and slamming her to the cold ground before she could even scream. A choked gasp died in my chest as her teeth ripped through the flesh and skin. There was no hesitation in her action, only a ravenous, savage hunger. My whole world narrowed to a haze of red, as the scent of blood overwhelmed my senses, coating fur and clinging to my form like a sickening, unforgettable perfume.

"Isn't this something you should know? The history between Werewolves and Lycans is basic education. I'm assuming it's the same for Werewolves." "It is. But I never got the chance to learn or understand plenty." "It's not complicated. The Werewolves got hungry for the magical abilities and strengths Lycans had, and they thought it would be a good idea to steal it under the guise of a treaty." "The Werewolf King; Henry Aster used the treaty as a means to marry five Lycan women, giving birth to hybrids of great strength. Seeing the result, more and more Werewolves got greedy and began r*ping and enslaving Lycan women in secret." Faye added.

I looked to Jordan. "What do you say, Jordan. 50/50 split? I questioned. He shifted into his hybrid state and a few of the men started backing away in fear. Our hybrid states are similar to Lycans, but our fangs are longer. Our wolves are black, and our eyes are blood red. Our fur has a black steam that envelops us, making us a wolf's nightmare.

The Lycan yelled at him. I had never had sex before, so I didn't know if this feeling was me craving sex but I knew a pulse was fast-growing between my thighs, why would the Lycan want to have sex with a low rank like me? Of course, he would reject the situation immediately. "You can have someone else do it, Lycan, but we might not be able to save her otherwise. Because she needs someone strong enough to solve the effects of her drug, or it will take more than one man." The doctor explained.

Xander asked again. " It's not like I don't want to but how can I?? I don't even know what he looks like…" I sighed feeling ashamed of myself. " You don't remember anything about him, Anything we can use in finding him?? " Xander asked and I flashed back to that night. " A Dragon Head Tattoo and his mask " I stuttered remembering the tattoo he had on his waist when he was undressed. " A Dragon Head Tattoo???" Xander stuttered. He knew what that was it was a tattoo that represent the royal bloodline of the Lycans, He wasn't sure if he heard her properly.