Nightwing Skywing Hybrid Novels & Stories

“Different, my ass! Two packs are already tearing each other apart, and one of them had a silver blade pressed right against your neck!” “This is exactly why I didn’t want a shadow guard!” His brow twitched. “You complain about me constantly, and yet somehow I’m still the one doing everything you ask!” I ignored him. “You need to take me back there! What if something bad happened to Lynn?!” He swallowed whatever he was about to say next and let out a sharp whistle instead, aimed at the dark sky above us. A moment later, a crow sliced through the night sky and descended toward us. It landed a few meters away, wings folding neatly before its body shimmered and shifted into human form.

Girl, I'm a witch. Yea lemme rephrase that,, you wish you were a wolf In your dreams Alana. 'wait, why do I have a witch in my head?' Because, my dear.. your a hybrid the first and the strongest there's ever going to be. 'A-a hybrid?' Yea baby, your the combination of both werewolf and a witch's chi. Stop saying it like that, you make it look like she's a lab experiment. Dear, your are an offspring of both a werewolf and a witch. Which is by the way cool.

“You’re possibly a hybrid. Most magic comes through between eighteen and twenty-one for hybrids.” I shake my head. “No one can know, Raine. If your magic comes through, you’re a risk. Witch hybrids are not like vampire ones. They are outcasts, shunned even by their own family and packs.” “I can’t marry him.” “You have to. There is no traveling, there is no training camp. You’re becoming the Luna of the Blackmoor pack. That will link their pack to ours. People will know the Blackmoor pack and Shadowvale pack are working together.”

Selene said, I kissed her to shut her up; the second I pulled away, I grabbed her face and smiled, “That was incredible!” I told her, “You really are a powerful witch.” Amber said, “A powerful witch with little control.” Grandfather told her, I stared at him for a moment, “What do you mean?” I asked, he sat us all down as he began to explain, “A half blood witch isn’t too powerful, but still enough to be a little scared of. A full blooded witch, if terrifying and is definitely someone to fear. But a hybrid,” he looked at Selene, “There’s never been a hybrid witch of all three: a werewolf, a vampire, and a witch. Not to mention having witches in both bloodlines.”

It was faster than any human, the metal blade replacing its arm whistling toward my head. I ducked, feeling the wind of the strike brush my skin. I spun and drove my sword into the back of its knee, where flesh met hydraulics. The hybrid did not scream. They have no vocal cords for pain. It only tried to turn mechanically, but my dagger was already sinking into its neck. The energy pouring from the runes fried its internal circuits, and the creature collapsed in a twitching heap. Around me, Nathan unleashed a slaughter. His wings became blades, every sweep cutting hybrids in half. With his bare hands he tore armor plates from his attackers. He was like a black vortex, devouring everything in

I could see the discoloration of unbelief that took shape, on Shadow Knight’s face. “I-Impossible!” He let out. I watched as he stood up from his throne, coming forward. “Child to William Graham and the Royal Queen Calypso. Half werewolf, half mermaid. A hybrid and a gifted child, who was named Celeste.” he chanted unbelievably. It had been a while since I heard anyone mention my father’s name. “Are you her?” he asked. I nodded immediately. “Come here, my love.” he said, pulling me into a hug. After a while, he untangled himself from me, looking at me in the eye.

Shadow stepped in front of it and the fire dissolved against his shimmery blue protective shield. I made a mental note to practice using my hands when I was alone. “So, what about the rest of you? What types of hybrids are you? Grey, you’re half witch and half…?” “Cougar shifter.” He growled, the noise decidedly more feline than canine. That explained his yellow-green eyes that had instantly reminded me of a cat’s. “That’s cool.” I turned my attention to Shadow and lifted a brow in question. “Witch and raven shifter,” the quiet second-in-command said.

Fuelled by witch-tainted madness, it uses its massive weight to slam its shoulder into her. Liora cries out, hitting the concrete wall hard. The dagger clatters to the floor, sliding inches out of her reach. The hybrid raises its glowing green claws for the killing blow. Atlas completely takes over. I don’t even bother shifting. I launch myself through the air, crossing the last twenty feet in a blinding blur of speed. I crash into the hybrid like a wrecking ball, my momentum driving us both into the opposite wall with a force that cracks the concrete.

It was a capability that set them apart, made them assets in the coming confrontation with Darkhood. The lair was silent again, but the air felt charged, as if the power of Aria and Light had infused the space with an undercurrent of electricity. I could sense the weight of Nathan's words settling among us. Hybrids like Aria and Light were rare jewels, powerful, precise, and potentially game-changing in the conflict ahead. I glanced at Aria, then at Light. They were calm, but I knew they understood the significance of what they'd just displayed.

As he gained height, he could see the red fire engines pulled up before the house, as well as the white police cars blocking the road from passers-by. The Emissary and her four hybrid mates jumped from the roof of the house into the yard and out onto the road. From the back garden of a house, an astonished child dropped their ball and gaped up at him. Samuel waved and caught an updraft, losing sight of the hybrids as they began to run at vampire speed, blurring to the vision. He would stand out against the sky, he knew, a black-winged form too big for a bird, and too small for anything else other than what he was – a winged man.