Mythical Wolf Dragon Hybrid Novels & Stories

’’ I was in no mood for pleasantries and was more than happy Mark got the memo. Walking out of Lymfieya, empty-handed and broken, reminded me of the very first time we stepped foot into the land of the most powerful wolves. Land of the greatest and mightiest wolf. Originating from the moon goddess herself, they held the purest of blood and her direct descendants. Now how can something so superior want to be ruled by a mixed breed? I was not only of the lower statue but a hybrid who had lost his other half.

She let herself down and allowed the spirit to go into her. She groaned as she changed Into a huge wolf, the size of a lion. It was strange, for a newly formed wolf to be as big as she was. Something was behind it and the answer wasn't far-fetched. She was a mixed breed... Daughter of a werewolf and a witch. She's a were a witch. A rare breed, born once in a century.

“Come on, I need a rug for my apartment. Help me pick.” She squinted at a shop window, all velvet and lace. “A rug? What, to hide your claw marks when you shift?” “Walda!” I swatted her arm, blushing. “Not funny.” “Too funny,” she shot back, smirking. “You’re a hybrid mess—half wolf, half fang, all trouble. Lucky I like you.” She winked. I rolled my eyes, but her teasing felt like a hug. “Yeah, yeah. Love you too, you old hag.”

Hope was almost lost on the blood-soaked battlefield, until a werewolf-witch hybrid named Nali’yum had slit her own throat and laid a curse on the DragonBorns: 'No Golden Dragon shall be born again, until after six hundred years. And when the time comes, it will not be born alongside a DragonBorn, but a Werewolf. This werewolf would be tied to both fire and fang, and the future of the DragonBorns will rest in his hand. Then, I shall return.' That same night, the Werewolf King slew the Golden Dragon of the DragonBorns, ending their sacred flame. The DragonBorns lost their ability to spit fire.

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

Possibly, there could be a way to hunt down this beast, yet how long wouldn't take to study the ethics of its domination and movement? He picked himself up from the ground, laying Ashley on the ground as he walked around, bending downwards, picking up broken tree branches and twigs. Each werewolf pack had its own beliefs and principles. One which remained for the silver moon pack for years was the principles of cremation. They never believed in the burying of their dead, they thought of burning their bodies to avoid the cases of having a rebirth which could cause something drastic in the pack. There might have been someone out there who had thoughts of the phantom being a product of an unhol

Far larger than any wolf, larger than any Alpha. Silver scales covered portions of its body, massive wings folded against its back, golden eyes glowed in the darkness. Its claws alone were longer than my forearm. The beast towered above me. Ancient. Terrifying. Impossible. A Dragon Wolf. My heart stopped, every story I had ever heard claimed they were extinct, dead, gone for thousands of years yet one stood before me alive and watching. My body locked in place. I couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't think.

Why her? But, he was potentially a Prime, the dragon equivilent of a werewolf alpha...well more than an alpha, he would control not only his own pack or clan but all of Fae kind. The Prime, the All, the One, the most powerful among them. This was his destiny. Could this little omega wolf really be his fated mate? Would he be the one to end up destroying her when his dragon came to him? "Hey are you going to let me go so I can get in?" Aria's voice disturbed his dark thoughts and he nuzzled his face further into her neck making her giggle and shrug her shoulders up against the tickling.

He continues. “Well, it just would. Granted, this has never been done before with my kind. However, wolves are fated with humans…” I stand and growl at him. “It’s not the same. Humans don’t have another form and their pups are untainted. But a dragon and a wolf. Their pups or dragons would be hybrids and seen by most as abominations. This can’t happen. I know what you are trying to do here with this information, Kai. Make no mistake.” I say when he chuckles as his orange eyes burn like flames.

Thorak Helberg. The last ashen grey Alpha wolf to stand against me. We circled each other. He pushed out his long tongue to wipe the red plasma spilling down his chin. He was injured and bleeding from the leg but he wouldn’t back down until he could not move. Unswerving determination blazed his tangerine eyes to fiery red. Now, that’s what I like. As would be expected, since he was a dragon-wolf hybrid. Helberg growled and bristled. Zeus angrily snapped his teeth together. He lunged at me with a furry of claw swipes and fangs. Jumping back, I dodged his talons. Then I surged towards him. He braced for impact.