Lycan-vampire Hybrid Novels & Stories

“If you do not believe me, then send your spies there! I know a secret passage to the country. I can show it to you. They are plotting to steal the crowns of every single one of you and I can guarantee you that he will succeed. He is not any ordinary Lycan! He is the highest level of hybrid. The product of a Lycan and a vampire!” There is an audible gasp among the men. Eduard listens to it all, contemplating her claims. The last lycan-vampire hybrid he knew about is dead. Who is this new one? No wonder he smelled strange, Eduard concludes. “We will set up a trial for him,” he finally says. “If he is found guilty, we will proceed to punish him and his country.

She stopped, looking up at the seven years old blonde haired boy who sat in front of her with curious eyes wanting to know more. “A Vampwolf?” He arched his brows. She hummed a positive response. “Are you sure you want to read a book like this, Dwayne?” “Yes mother. Please continue! Please continue!” He pestered. She heaved a sigh. “A Vampwolf. Half-Vampire...Half-Lycan. But stronger than both. A cross breed deadlier than any werewolf or vampire. Werewolf-Vampire hybrids are the mixture of a vampire and a werewolf. They possess the powers of both species, making them twice as powerful. And—“

Before they could react— A deafening, earth-shaking roar tore through the valley. The ground cracked and fissured. Purple flames spiraled upward. A creature climbed out of the smoke—twisted, massive, with horns made of bone and eyes that burned like dying suns. Aiden’s fur stood on end. "What… in the moon goddess’s name… is that?" Delilah whispered, "A Lycan-Born. A hybrid summoned through forbidden magic." Caleb’s wolf whimpered softly. Aiden snapped at him. "Don’t back down. We fight."

She shouldn’t assume I would pick her in the end, even if it was what Marlon wanted. “So what’s my role?” “Simple. You don’t have one.” Her jaw dropped. I thought she was going to launch herself at me and growled in warning before attaining my full height once more. “Why?” she whispered, the plaintive tone an eye-opener. But I couldn’t allow my courageous Omega to let me down now. Not when the whole supernatural world needed her the most. Well, a sizable portion of it. The vampires and witches could take care of themselves and I wasn’t warming to hybrids because of Brandon. Though, technically, I was one myself being the product of a Lycan father and a werewolf mother.

Gina said, as the contents of the pot hit her nose, oats. “Hybrids are any were-animal, like a lycan; that turned vampire by drinking a vampire to death. They still have a heart though and like you, they can exist day or night, eat food and choose to sleep or not. However, they cannot use their vampirism in daylight, or it will burn their flesh,” Prince Mano explained, standing up, and dishing up some oats.

I leaned against the counter and half-listened to his drunken rambling about his wife’s cats, while my own mind drifted to the corner table again. I have been working at the bar for a few years now, I have managed to hustle my way through the days, and owning the nights. At 29, I have learned to live life on my own terms. And the fact that I was a hybrid—half lycan, half warlock—made it both easier and harder.

Her blood wasn't all that necessary. "I might not even need hers." He murmured to himself as he swiftly rose to his feet. He nodded in realization. "The child is the master key. A Lycan from her father's side and a witch from her mother's." He laced his fingers behind his back. "I shall have both. The blood of a Lycan is even more potent than an ordinary werewolf." "Master?" "What is it?" Sebastian asked over his shoulder, his gaze still fixated on Cinnia's limp figure.

Hybrids were rare and said to be extremely powerful beings capable of turning the tides of war. “If he’s indeed a hybrid, that puts us at a severe disadvantage. Our warriors are trained in combat, not in dealing with spells or hexes,” Viktor said, his brows furrowed together. “Which is why we need to think strategically,” Roderic, my father’s Beta, said and stepped closer to the map. “We Lycans are severely outmatched in numbers, but we make up for it with our superior battle prowess. But battle prowess will only take us so far against overwhelming numbers, especially now that Asterion is recruiting rogues.”

Her mouth twists and contorts into an evil smile. "Because Leena, I should have killed Lycanus. I'm only finishing the job. As for the hybrids, when that werewolf and vampire procreated, they created a being so toxic, that one bite would inject enough venom into the bloodstreams of their victims to cause unimaginable pain. You'd feel like your blood is on fire, and you'd be burning from the inside out." "Let me guess. Both the hybrids and Lancaster were only your pawns for this maniacal plan?"

I ask Cedric. “No, it’s not. But I’m the last Lycan, so there wouldn’t be another of my species who isn’t a hybrid. And when I made Bastian and Galen my ranked members, they drank my blood. It didn’t make them Lycans, but it did give them strength beyond that of a normal wolf. So, maybe the Moon Goddess has found us mates that will give us strong hybrids to carry on our genes.” “I guess that makes sense for me as well. The only way to make a pure-blooded dragon would be for me to mate with Avani, and that’s never happening. So, a generation of strong hybrids is the next best thing.”