Original Hybrid Novels & Stories

"If she really is alive, if she really is hiding between worlds, then there's a reason for it. And it's not just because people want her blood." "What do you mean?" I closed the locket and put it in my pocket. "I mean that the first hybrid, the original vampire-werewolf cross, was created as a weapon. Not as a person. As a weapon designed to hunt and kill other supernatural beings." "But Daisy isn't like that," Noah protested. "Daisy is only half hybrid," I said. "Her father was a vampire, but her mother was the hybrid. That means Daisy inherited only some of her mother's abilities."

"It is the Deep Wilds pack—the ancient isolationists from beyond the fractured ridges. They haven't crossed the border into the lowlands in over three generations. Their leader demands an audience with the hybrid heir before the first dawn of the new council." I walked to the center of the room, my palms flattening against the iron-bound strategy table. The moment my skin met the surface, the royal hybrid power in my blood exploded subtly, sending a visible pulse of iridescent golden-red light arcing across the maps, flash-melting the iron pins marking the old territorial borders. My crimson pupils ringed by liquid gold flared with a dangerous, ancient intensity that forced the remaining gua

Hybrids weren’t exactly unknown creatures; they were just rare. Deciding to go with the direct approach, I looked him straight in the eye and answered his question. “I am a Hybrid.”

He said to his daughter as he finally stepped out of the dark, to show his face to his daughter. His skin was pale white but it had this incredible amount of freshness to it, his eye pupils were as red as well brewed fruit wine and he had his sharp fangs popping out of his mouth. He was putting on a black suit on and he had this elegant look to his face too. “Father! Don’t tell me that you have taken the life of an innocent again because I can see that your fangs are all popped out which clearly signifies that you must have taken the life of a human before you got here.” Lily said to her father as she dropped her phone on the floor.

A little red liquid oozed out. The scent of iron tickled my nose as my eyes narrowed. Feeling my teeth suddenly ache, I put my finger in my mouth and yanked it out. “What in the hell is this?” I snapped while I gestured at my incisors that had slid further out from my gums to sharp points. Grinning like a goofball he chuckled and explained, “You're a hybrid like me minus the multiple personalities. You'll be fine because your Lycan is your dominant cryptid and the vampire is second. We can share this.”

As Carlos were about to mount on his horse, an arrow was hurled in his direction and he was swift to duck. We looked in the direction at which it was thrown and we were shocked to see three huge men with a cross mark on their forehead. We knew they were hybrids because that mark was an identification for them. They were hefty, muscular and as tall as giants. Their faces were scary and they looked aggressive as their teeth jolted out in their mouth. We knew these hybrids were part werewolves, part vampires. They are known for their strength and desire for power. They never had businesses with werewolves and Lycans but I wondered why these ones in particular were trying to attack us.

As for the rest of the pack, most everyone has made the transition to hybrid, after they had come of age. All that is left are the children. We wait until they are at least twenty to turn them, unless it is a special circumstance. But Ollie does not want to wait. He wants to turn now, today if I would let him. He has wanted to change since he was fourteen but we have denied him. It is a huge deal and I am not entirely sure than he understands the ramifications of it all. He is letting his want to blind him to the real issues that a hybrid faces. Yes, in theory it sound great, getting to live forever. But you are stuck at the age you turn for the rest of your days. Eternal youth sounds good f

They were silver, endless, and unnaturally calm. “I am the Origin,” the projection said. “The first.” Kai stepped protectively in front of Evryn. “First what?” “The original host of the E.V.E.R. genome,” the Origin said. “The one from which all others were designed. Including Ivy. Including Evryn. Including every synthetic-hybrid iteration birthed by the Pre-Seeding Council.” Evryn’s heart pounded. “I’m not a copy.” “No,” the Origin agreed. “You’re the anomaly. The deviation.”

Ugh. I sat on the settee, my leg plopped on the table, a bowl of grapes and juicy strawberry resting comfortably on my lap with a third book I'm about to complete. I've gone through two books which contains the history of vampires and werewolves and boy they really despised each other back then. This third book is about the twins parents and how the reconciled both clans through the birth of the twins which was impossible as both never thought they'll have an offspring from their taboo of a union, a hybrid, the first of their kind and the most powerful of all their kinds. My hybrids. I voice out my thoughts loving the way it slip off my lips. Suddenly my phone went off.

Frowning deeply I clenched my jaw tight, was he making fun of me right now, what was so funny about what I had said? “If not kill me then what!?” I said instantly annoyed with him. Looking up at me he sighed as another sheepishly looking smile spread across his face, “You’re virginity is the fascination Laya, I think if I mate you it might remove the fascination,” “Mate me... what does that mean?” Nodding he smirked as he looked at me expectantly. “Laya you're a hybrid, do you not understand how things work?” Swallowing hard I looked down. "Besides being a freak, a virus, something that shouldn’t exist. What else is there to undertand?”