Nightwing Silkwing Hybrid Novels & Stories

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.

How could there be a wall on the academy floor? One of them the hybrids was a thin, Hispanic male with giant, beetle-like wings sprouting from his back. The other was a bulky, White male with short, orange hair with a thin scar over his left eye. Both had magenta eyes and seemed to be wandering in a trance. The one with the scar calls himself Fright Star, while the one with wings calls himself Sun Beetle. “They’re both enforcers,” Natalie whispered. Adrian whispered. “What can they do?”

"She's right. We end this at the source." I turned to the assembled group. "I need a strike team. Small, fast, lethal. We infiltrate Crimson Dawn's headquarters and shut down Vex's pain weapon." Marcus stepped forward immediately. "I'm in." Riley, still adjusting to her stable hybrid form, stood beside her father. "Me too." "Riley, no," Marcus protested. "I'm a hybrid now, Dad. I can sense Vex's connection through the network. You need me." Neon emerged from the shadows, and I barely recognized him. His time in the Fae realm had changed him. His skin had a faint shimmer, his movements were too fluid, and his eyes held depths that hadn't been there before.

Taking up the courage, she said, "My Lord, I might not know Maria for a long time but I know very well that she would never steal from you, she isn't that type of person." "So what do you mean? You think the lord is framing her for it?" Said a woman with the longest of hair and the fairest of skin. She was tall and had the most beautiful white hair and enchanting grey eyes, who was she, well she wasn't just the most beautiful woman you could meet, but also the most powerful. 'Gracie Nightwing' was the princess of the Nightwing clan and also Lord Robin's fiancee. And as pretty as she was, she wasn't a woman with a pretty heart.

"The child was mine—now, it's ours. The hive chose me to birth the shadow heir, and Autumn's blood makes it perfect. Join us, Callisto— or watch your family fall." The visions assaulted Autumn again, the legacy revealing the twisted truth: during her omega days in the Silver Pack, Gina had stolen her blood under Nathaniel's orders, mixing it with his Alpha essence in Order rituals to create the hybrid. But the hive had intervened, infusing it with shadow to counter the light in Autumn, creating a dark sibling meant to balance or destroy. The child's innocence was real, corrupted by Gina's fanaticism, but redeemable—if Autumn could separate them.

I looked like a blade that had just been sharpened. ​The Gift of the Midnight Silk ​When I finally climbed out of the water, Kaelen was waiting with a garment that looked like it had been woven from the night sky itself. It was "Midnight Silk"—a fabric made from the cocoons of the Shadow-Moths that lived in the Dead Boundary. ​It was black, but as the light hit it, it shimmered with ripples of violet and deep blue. It was cold to the touch, but as I slipped it over my head, it warmed instantly, molding to my curves like a second skin.

Warrior Nathan, the person whom Kyra started to trust is working for the enemy. He is a Witch hybrid, with a wolf which is easily controlled by his witch side. To these Hybrids, their witch roots would be woken immediately after they turn 21. After that, the witch part of their lineage would control the wolf inside them. Despite passing on as wolf's, their witch roots are so dominant, that they will forever be loyal to the witches.

Another someone lost a heel in the grass. Typical. But my attention was elsewhere. Under Table Three, two small humans had formed a covert alliance. Eduardo, Xenia and Clay’s three year old offspring, was chubby-fisted and full of secrets. His co-conspirator, Ororo Hopkins, Makayla and Lilac’s two year old little whirlwind, had the strategic focus of a general. They were crouched beneath the linens, giggling with their faces sticky and their hands sneakier than a feral kitten with a string.

The truce banners of the Bloodfang, Stoneclaw, Moonveil, and others flapped in the wind, symbols of a fragile alliance formed under the promise of survival. Kade rode beside her, eyes scanning the distant hills. He hadn’t slept in two nights, but his resolve hadn’t faltered. “He’s close,” he muttered, nostrils flaring. “I can smell his corruption.” Aria nodded. “Then we strike tonight.” Behind them, Marcus barked orders. Witches lined the ridges with protective runes. Archers dipped their arrows in silver, enchanted with ancient moonlight. Lira approached on her dark horse, her twin blades strapped across her back. “Our scouts intercepted Xarion’s beasts. They're not just werewolves, Aria… t

They finally stopped and flapped their wings a couple of times before they came to rest on either side of me, and I looked up into each of their eyes. "I'm a hybrid," he exhaled, then explained again, "More specifically, we call it Nephalem," he looked up to meet my gaze, his eyes glowing hazel. "Half-angel." He paused. "Half demon." My eyes never left his as he continued. "But more dangerous than either."