Mudwing Nightwing Hybrid Novels & Stories

Marvin muttered, “Told you so.” He yanked the silver katana free and dropped it to the ground. _Clang._ Kelvin and Marvin’s wings burst open. They took to the air as the hybrids kept attacking. Holy water splashed across Marvin’s wing and it seared. He nearly lost balance mid-flight, but Kelvin caught him. They flew to the cave they’d called home for decades as they warred with the hybrids. “Woah,” Kelvin muttered. “That was intense.”

I didn't have the breath for them. Deep within my chest, the dying embers of Lyra’s strength flared one last time. I wasn't strong—the poison in my veins had robbed me of the raw, earth-shattering power a pureblood should command—but I had something Vane didn't factor into his equations. I had a hybrid’s fluid resilience. With a growl, I let the change take me, not as a weapon of destruction, but as a desperate bid for survival. I shifted into a midnight-black wolf. The sudden shift in mass and shape tore my collar clean out of Vane’s grip.

Right now, the pink-skinned behemoth looked uglier than it already was. Before Diana could recover from her shock, it opened its large mouth. Slowly, the mouth seemed to cover its entire face, showing rows and rows of sharp teeth. Boom! Tens of winged hybrids appeared after the behemoth ‘vomited’! The size of the winged hybrid was definitely smaller than the regular hybrid, but their speed made up for their lacking size. Having been surrounded by a pack of winged hybrids also dubbed by Diana as hybrid 2.0, Diana could only murmur her thoughts aloud. "Is your stomach a dimensional crack?"

We are almost to the waterfall when Raidon stops us. “What are we waiting for?” I asked. I can see four guys walking around the waterfall, looking at something. Tyler shifts his weight and must have nudged something with his foot because all four turn around and look at us. Those aren’t fucking vampires. They are a hybrid. They are a cross between a wolf and a vampire; only they are genetically made. Hunters have been capturing both of our species for the last few years and genetically mutating them together to produce the perfect weapon to fight both of our kinds.

Nik who bit his Imprint Eva became a Hybrid then bit Rosalie and Emmett cullans then Leah Clearwater & Mason Ashwood was now Hybrids​ themselves. Half-Blood Half Wolf and Half Vampire they are the most powerful race of creatures who are Celtics there have been stories of how they came to be but one of them is true Long ago i have now idear how it went but my great-grandfather said to my father this, there was a evil Wizard named Mucinior he was the must powerful druid he greened so much power he would kill any one or make them full him those how did follow him became his workers, some of the druids become so outraged with him they kicked him out and his followers but that evening the gods an

The merger of the pup-beast with the hybrid sent a shockwave through the ruins, shadows exploding outward in a tidal wave that swallowed the blood moon's light, plunging the world into an inky blackness broken only by the entity's red fissures and the packs' desperate auras. The hybrid's form ballooned, Nathaniel's grinning face now a mask on its chest, the pup's void-green eyes peering from its shoulder like a parasitic twin, Gina's sneer etched in its fur. "The hive's triumph!" the chorus boomed, void energy lashing out, turning rogues into extensions of itself, their bodies puppeted in a macabre dance.

He ran a hand down his face, "they were an abomination to out kind. Weird looking creatures that were born with obsidian eyes, hair as white as snow, wings that looked burnt with holes in them. To top it off, they had claws for fingers, and some were born with razor-sharp teeth that could bite its way through the steel. We simply couldn't allow those ones to roam the earth. Alina was lucky. All they had to do was remove her wings for her to pass off as normal." "How come I wasn't born with wings?" It was a good question. He shrugged, "I'm not sure but I think it has something to do with you being a hybrid. Either way, you're a full angel, no mortal blood to taint your development in the womb

"What the hell was that?" Gideon shouted, dropping his candy bar. Before he could pull his weapon, the ceiling of the cargo corridor simply vanished. It was sliced away in clean, surgical lines. The hybrid hovered in the opening, her bat-like wings blotting out the flickering emergency lights, her eyes scanning the room. The praying mantis hybrid landed beside her, his blades dripping with a glowing, corrosive ichor. "The Thorne-Variants," Cane growled, his voice dropping into the register of a true Alpha.

He finally understood that he had brought normal human men to fight a real monster. “Shoot them!” Richard shrieked. His voice was high and ugly. “Kill them both right now!” The mercenaries tightened their grips on their rifles. They aimed their weapons at my chest. But they forgot about the other man in the room. And they had no idea how much my mate had changed tonight. Marcus wasn’t just a regular human assassin anymore. Our blood bond had changed his body completely. The Twist: Marcus uses his new hybrid speed to disarm the mercenaries, snapping wrists and throwing bodies through the glass partition walls.