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Michael asked. “If a hybrid tries to use their speed during daylight, they will burn,” Wynn explained. “Sure, but not to death. Why don’t you try? If it burns, you simply stop,” Michael suggested. “You clearly do not know how much it hurts when a vampire or hybrid burns,” Wynn objected and went back into the halfway house. “Can you carry two of us?” Wynn asked, thinking since he can be out in daylight that they should get going. “I can carry ten of you, maybe more,” Michael said.

Josiah murmured again. "But... me... my wolf soul... what other soul power?" I mumbled incoherently. Elijah slowly sat next to me, and held my shoulders. "Luciana, you are no longer just a werewolf now. You are a hybrid. Josiah and Emrys decided to be able to incorporate the power of a witch's soul into your body. Now, you are half werewolf and half witch."

"Pain is a powerful catalyst for evolution, Alpha. Look at her. The wings, the silver-mercury stabilization... she is beautiful. She is the first successful 'Void-Hybrid' asset in the Sovereignty's history." "I am not an asset!" I roared. I didn't wait for a command. I lunged, my silver-tinted wings snapping open with a sound like a whip-crack. I aimed for his throat, my daggers appearing in my hands, glowing with the lethal weight of the Atlantic Trench. The Lead Judge moved faster than I could track.

A wave of pure, white kinetic force blasted outward. It caught the Vanguard wolves mid-leap, throwing them back like ragdolls. The air shivered with the smell of scorched fur and ozone. I turned my gaze to my father. For the first time in my life, Darian Blackthorn stepped back. "You aren't a hybrid," he whispered, his face pale in the silver light. "You're a Moonbound." "I am the girl you threw away," I said, my voice echoing with the power of a thousand ancestors.

She knew this journey would be full of obstacles, but they could not let fear stop them from making the best decisions for their future together. Sage knew that it was an impossible situation. As alpha of the Lycan pack, Nikko had strict orders not to produce a Lycan-witch hybrid, and now she was carrying his child. Each day she held her breath that he wouldn't find out, but eventually, he did, and his anger was undeniable.

umped over. I ran to her and lifted her head up to assess what they had done to her. I was fuming. I could feel my ears turning red. They are lucky Alec was still out otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to contain him. “We had to knock her out, she was losing control of her powers” said a soft voice behind me. I slowly turned and saw the same woman that had told the man to release me. “Where’s my beta?” I asked as I tightened my lips to a line. “ahh yes , your friend. He’s okay a little groggy from the wolfsbane but he’ll survive” She responded. “Sorry for the greeting you guys had. We didn’t expect visitors and definitely not my hybrid niece” she began. My ears perked up and my eyes widened

He plainly stared at his grandson, watching if he’ll going to react to his statement but didn’t come. Even though it’s a big loss for Dustine, he remained calm. Being a vampire alpha is one of the privileges and positions he’ll get but he doesn't care about it now, for him the only thing that matters now is his relationship with Dawn. Not now that he already tasted his blood and yeah, Dawn is now a Hybrid. After that night, that marking, she became one. A hybrid is you have the blood of being a human, wolf and vampire. “I don’t care. It’s not a big loss,” he answered but he heard Dawn’s voice in his mind, -she definitely opened the mind link, saying; ‘Lie’.

The executive hangar was a massive, sterile cavern of polished steel and white neon, a stark contrast to the blood-slicked concrete of the Moonhaven Coast. In the center of the bay sat Rhys’s private aircraft—a sleek, multi-million silver shard VTOL. Its carbon-fiber hull was pitch black, stamped with the silver frost-wolf emblem of the Stormfang Syndicate. The twin jet engines rotated slowly on their housings, emitting a low, bass-heavy hum that rattled right through Agnes’s boots.

"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.

"But I twist already. Wings ache for open air. Neon city above. Escape there." I stood fully now, rubbing sore spots, mind racing with the bond. "Then we go up. You smash the way. Damien, you cover tech. Mia, your wolf side leads. We three against her whole setup. Bully and victim, weird team, but it fits." The hybrid lowered its head, almost nodding. "Weird. Yes. Fire building. Point me at guards. I burn them first." "Not yet," Damien warned quick. "Save the flames for the big exit. Avery, how's the connection holding? She slipping back to monster mode?"