Nightwing Silkwing Hybrid Novels & Stories

Thalia gasped, her hand instinctively covering her mouth, the shocking sight disrupting her initial intentions. A heavy silence enveloped the house, signaling to Thalia that something was seriously amiss. Closing her eyes, she focused on the unusual stillness, attempting to tap into the thoughts of those within. What she heard echoed in her mind sent a chill down her spine: "Help, the ghost shifters are real." "Ghost shifters?" Thalia repeated, her confusion evident. Without hesitation, her claws unsheathed, a clear sign of her readiness to confront any potential threat. Determined, she headed towards the interior of the house, her senses heightened, poised for action.

I didn't have the strength to talk or even get started with Nigel's tantrums. "Don't you dare ignore me! What did you do to my sister?!" Nigel yelled at me and he suddenly grabbed the collars of my shirt tightly, pressing me against the wall. "Nigel." Lorenzo moved forward and tried to push Nigel off me, but Nigel's large silver-plated Vampire wings suddenly sprouted out of his back and he held the sharp-plated tip to Lorenzo's neck. "Nigel, behave yourself," Silas bellowed and Nigel roughly let go of me, his wings folding back in.

"Make no mistake, Kalyssa. Soon, you will have to choose between what is right and what is easy. You have to choose what kind of witch you'd like to be." "But I'm a Luna, or will be—" "You are a wolf-witch hybrid," she replied. "As such, you can follow the Path of Enlightenment and stay on the side of good, or you can follow the Path of Darkness." "But I'm following the path of good," I replied, unable to believe what I was hearing.

I yelled at her, my heart beating so fast that it would pop out any moment. "You saw?" She asked, chuckling. "What sa- WHAT IN THE WORLD WAS THAT?!!!! HOW?!" "I told ya, you'll develop a potus soon. You could have it since birth only if you weren't a halfling. There are many more powers in you which you have to explore yet, that was not even a bit of your powers." She said, looking at me with unreadable emotional eyes." You're a satangel's daughter Athena, your mother's a complete satangel unlike your second mum, Bethany. And I'm a complete satangel"

“That wound would have healed yesterday, but since you now have DNA modified by vampire venom, that process slows down and influences your regeneration process.” “And right now I don't know what the hell I am,” Dan concluded. “If I am Wolf, or vampire.” “You have both, but you're more of a wolf, let's say seventy percent,” Christopher said. “As a kind of fusion, that's why what you are now is called a hybrid. When you transform, you combine the best and the strongest of the two, and because of that you are practically invincible. That's why the wound was more serious than it should be, because you weren't transformed.”

It was long, spindly, and covered in a fine, dark fur, but the fingernails were made of sharpened obsidian. ​“What is that?” Winnie gasped, stepping back. ​“A chimera,” Silas said, his silver arm flaring with defensive light. “A relic of the pre-Dissonance era. They tried to merge wolf DNA with the Fallow’s original strain to create a guardian that could survive the solar flares. They thought they killed them all.”

"She’s the Blueprint of the Twenty-Sixth. And she’s already started the re-weave." From the Hive, thousands of Silver-Black Butterflies began to emerge, their wings etched with the faces of the people we had lost.

“I am infertile Nick.” “How is that possible? You’re a very healthy female Sam.” I smiled bitterly. “I am, this was of my own doing. I changed my name, my pack, everything, but I can’t change my genetics. I’ll never be the one who continues the Lynxmoon line. I’m Silverclaw, through and through.” “Please let it go Nick. This was her choice, she doesn’t need to dwell on it.” Ansel spoke through his teeth. Nick let out a breath and took a gulp of his drink. “Ok. I think I understand that now. What were the other changes you spoke of?”

The first challenger stepped into the ring, a massive wolf with silver fur and eyes like ice. Draven’s jaw clenched. “Silverclaw’s heir.” I glanced at him. “Can you beat him?” He looked down at me, gold eyes burning. “Watch.” He shifted in one smooth motion, fire and smoke consuming him until the dragon-wolf hybrid stood where the man had been. Black scales shimmered across his flanks, and wings unfurled like blades of flame. The crowd fell silent. The Silverclaw heir lunged first, but he never stood a chance. Draven met him midair, claws striking, fire roaring. It was over in seconds, the heir flung across the pit, unconscious before he hit the ground.

Hybrids weren't as rare as we liked to think but knowing the races that were crossed would help in understanding why this was a topic for conversation. “It's a cross between a werewolf and a witch. Both were murdered by the witches at the time their child was born. Or children. It says here that two were born but we only have the record of one,” a speaker said. My father turned to face the Nightfang pack Alpha. “Alpha Thorne, what do you know?” my father asked him,