Lycan-vampire Hybrid Mga Nobela at Kwento

Mongrel wolves were basically half-human half-wolf, they were very different from mixed-breed wolves and hybrid wolves. Vampire-werewolf hybrids were the strongest supernatural combination possible but Lucian was more than that, he was a pureblood hybrid. Most vampire-werewolf hybrids died early, some died at birth and others because their wolves would die out from living without a mate for so long. Lucian was also part warlock, the male version of a witch, though he can't perform unrefined spells like a purebred witch, which requires being one with nature. However, that doesn't make him any weaker, if anything it placed him at the top of the supernatural hierarchy.

Jayden looked at Luke and said, “I was just going through these old files before burning these are mostly solved cases.” Luke looked at the papers and his fell on a page, and he picked it up, “Who's he?” Jayden looked at the photos and sighed before he said, “Donald Hughes, a very brutal tyrant and cruel alpha, he was one most brutal and extremist person. “What’s his story?” Luke asked as he looked at the photo and Jayden replied, “He was a tyrant, he would torture and abuse his own pack and even terrorize other small packs. He used to sell the omegas of his own pack; he was basically involved in supernatural trafficking, sex trafficking, human trafficking and a lot of horrible things. And t

I bit my lips and continued to crawl until I was harshly turned over, the warriors set me on my knees and every drive in me was lost, all hope because I knew what was coming. “Hmm, she already looks half dead,” Lexi's voice pierced the air filled with disgust. The Crimson blood never let the banished souls to live, they believe they would be betrayed once they are out of the pack. They also didn't believe in mercy against heinous crimes that had been committed, which was the reason behind their strength, they were the strongest pack in the last century. And they were about to do the same thing to me. Torian grabbed my jaws and forced me to look at him, my vision however was blurry from how m

he asked, his voice laced with an unsettling calmness. Mason shook his head, his mind struggling to make sense of the situation. “No, I don’t. What the hell is going on?” “I’m a Lycan, a creature of pure energy, bound by ancient laws,” Ste-phen explained, his voice echoing with a raw, untamed power. “And you, Mason, are my mate. You’re the only one who can contain my power, the only one who can keep me from losing control.” Mason stared at him, his eyes wide with terror. “What are you talking about? I’m just a normal guy. I can’t control anything.”

“I will be going back for now, he might be looking for me. He said we will be going somewhere. Better be there before he gets angry again. Bye Hephe.” “Goodbye, my lad-wait,” “Yes?” “I have one more thing to tell you, my lady.” “That is?” “Humans die after giving birth to a Lycan offspring.” The mere single statement sent me freezing in my spot for some minutes. My world spiraled in front of my own eyes. My body shook as almost half of my energy was sucked away. “W-what do you mean?”

“Let's just say, he is looking for a special hybrid to achieve his goal. By the looks of it he already found the special candidates but too bad they just escaped.” It finally dawned on Jordan. Selly and him were lured into the trap with the intention of making them breed or else, “Is Selly a hybrid?” He asked the question that everyone was eager to hear the answers to. He wasn't a hybrid, that singled him out of the equation. On the other hand, Malachi was a vampire and a warlock, still a very rare combination. As for Selly, “That's a pure-blooded lycan for you.”

I will not think twice about taking her life. Lycanthropy is derived from the werewolf species. They are unable to transform into wolves because they are more in sync with their human side. Lycans are half-wolf, half-human hybrids. They have the ability to grow teeth and claws, have amazing eyesight, and recover in the same way that werewolves do. They do not transform into wolves.

"We should meet them. Carefully." They moved to the edge of camp, where the strangers had stopped, waiting. Twenty wolves, yes—but not just wolves. With them, half a dozen vampires. And at their center, a figure that made Lena's heart skip. Another hybrid. --- Her name was Lyra. She was older than Lena—maybe fifty, though hybrids aged slowly. Her eyes held the same mix of wolf and vampire that Lena saw in her own reflection. And when she looked at Lena, she smiled. "You're her," Lyra said. "The one we've heard about. The one building a home for our kind."

Christ, I felt like I was somehow intruding in my own home. Even more unexpected and, somehow, more unsettling, it had just been disclosed that Lucian wasn’t even a full Lycan. He was, apparently, a hybrid. A fucking hybrid. It was no wonder how the man remained undefeated in battle. Or how his skills always seemed far more advanced than the average soldier. It was all because he was genetically different. Different. A freak! A monstrosity that somehow weaseled his way into the palace and took control of the throne.

*LYCIA* “Mate.” That was the first word he spoke while I stood frozen in place at the fear and catastrophe I had wrecked on myself. He looked confused and his golden eyes were vivacious as it assessed me like a predator. I had never seen a real Lycan in my life before. My mother had made sure that I never came in contact with one but I had read about them. About their golden eyes the color of the sun and just as deadly, closer to the eyes of a beast than humans and one that they only showed when they felt threatened and ready to attack.