Nightwing Silkwing Hybrid Novels & Stories

“Did you really think that is all you could do. The nephilim are extremely powerful dear and with you being blessed by the moon goddess with a special wolf you will be the most powerful of them all. Tell me, what color is your wolf?” “White as snow, with blue markings in the shape of angel wings that actually turn into wings when I want to use them.” “Sounds just like Adelina but she did not have wing markings. She was not blessed by a goddess. After her parents pairing, the gods and goddess began mating between the species and it has grown to what it is today. Though the moon goddess does not like to mate her wolves outside their species. Adelina’s parents were the first and it hasn’t happe

Xavier said. "I am an hybrid, proof that both werewolves and witches are not bad. I am in love with a werewolf, my best friend is a wolf, my... my closest relative... who died today... is a witch, and I love them all, it is not about what we are. believe me, if this continues you are all going to end up with no family, just like I ended up! My father, my mother, my brother, Aunty Sarah, they are all gone, Fighting! Why fight when we can do things right?! Why kill when we can heal?! Why hate?! Witches and wolves, Let's come together and form a new moonstone!"

She went on to say what she wanted to say. “There was a Mystic Path User whose power was legendary. Like other Mystic Path Users, his abilities were several notches above that of us New Types, and even among his Mystic Path peers, only a handful could match up to him. But he had an advantage over the few who were comparable to him in strength, and that advantage was his youthfulness. He was very young, the youngest genius our world has ever known. And there was no doubt that by the time he peaked, he would be the strongest warrior in the world, for he was already a Nightmare at the age of 35. It was an amazing feat, but there was no time for him to revel in his genius. He had barely been cro

he asked . " No ..no not at all , compulsion doesn't work on witches right maybe ." said Cynthia . " yeah but you aren't a witch i would have sensed that if you were , there is something else behind it ." said Damon . " well we'll find it out later but first i wanna know how come you have wings , i never knew vampires had such kind of power too ." said Cynthia . "I am a hybrid ." said Damon . " What do you mean ?" asked Cynthia looking confused .

"Is your stomach a dimensional crack?" The winged hybrids did not dilly-dally nor did they wait for Diana to let her answer. Two winged hybrids from her left and back sides dashed to attack her. To hasten her speed and double her agility, Diana concentrated half of the wind attribute Kayorum Infigris to her feet. Dodging her opponents with one clear move, she maneuvered her hands. Aiming at the roaring winged hybrids, two blade-like winds cut the two winged hybrids in half in the blink of an eye.

" What did the necklace look like? Did she state it's use when she gave it to you?" I sat staring at the man who looked exactly like the old man Naver start asking questions after I narrated to them my dream. Gideon confirmed that he and Naver were twins. One was a seer and the other a pack healer. They are hybrids born from a Lycan and a witch. " Devin, can you ask one question at a time?" Naver jabbed, rolling his eyes at his twin who seemed anxious to hear my answer for some reason. Devin said nothing, just regarded me with his Misty eyes.

“The border. East side. Our patrol found it hidden near the wards.” I picked it up, turning it over in my hand. The energy it radiated was unmistakable. Dark and tainted energy that made me repulse. “Vampire,” I spat, my fangs bared. “This is a vampire relic.” Ronan’s jaw tightened. “That’s not all. Someone’s been watching us. A wolf with no scent. Always gone before we can close in on it. Whoever it is, they know the land too well because it always disappears without a single trace.”

"But look at your hands, Elara. Look at what happened when you touched the silver chains in the dungeon." I looked down. My wrists weren't burned. Where the silver had touched me, the skin was glowing—not with the violet light of Seraphina’s magic, but with a pure, cold white radiance. "The baby is a hybrid of an Alpha and a Priestess," Silas said, his voice full of awe. "He’s not eating you. He’s fueling you. He’s the catalyst." A low, guttural howl echoed through the mist behind us. The guards hadn't stayed at the gates.

"She would not tell me." "Interesting." Obsidian stood, beginning to pace around the clearing. "Marina Nightwater. Hybrid of Silvermoon and Shadowpaw blood. Beautiful, talented, and never quite accepted by either pack. She lives on the edges of Silvermoon territory, isolated and alone." He glanced at Ragnar. "Except for you. You were her anchor, her connection to the Shadowpaw part of herself. Breaking that bond would leave her completely untethered."

“After angels began falling, the Night Goddess needed pure angels to roam the Earth and help defeat them. Because an angel cannot actually walk the ground, they were given another spirit. A wolf, making them an angel/werewolf hybrid of sorts.” “They aren’t just born?” “No. They are not. The ones that had been born were typically not as strong as the angels who had a wolf spirit placed inside. Such as Trenton, Jake’s mate was an offspring of a created hybrid, which is why he is not as closely aligned as you are.”