Original Hybrid Novels & Stories

Xander said. "Not a designation. A name." She sat down across from him in the corridor, the terminal between them, angled so they could both read the screen. "The facility's own records have him. He was the first. Not the first subject — the first successful hybrid. The Origin Drive prototype, which is what the Council called the device that created him, produced one viable result before the program moved to the second-generation methodology that produced Silas and Maya." She paused. "The Council didn't lose him. He escaped." "There's a difference."

I tried to hide my hurt at her reaction. "What are they masters of?" She asked in aggitation. "We are vampire-hybrids, they are the original hybrids that we have evolved from." She stared at me wide eyed. "Okay, so what are vampire-hybrids?" "Vampire-hybrids are part human, vampire, wolf and any other animal that you can imagine. I myself am vampire, lycan (wolf), chameleon and human. The reason you have passed for human all these years is because you don't have that many dominating genes. So far I only know of the vampire and wolf, which both thave human forms. I don't really know what else you are at this point, no one does." I was actually intrigued

"They have this big museum where they show case the heads of their greatest accomplishment, and they've killed all, I mean all well even hybrid" "What!,this is getting scary" "Says the first Hybrid to be born was a forced mate, and it was immediately beheaded by Jennifer's great grandfather, he became the Nelson family legend" "But, why me?since a hybrid has already been caught what does he want to do with me" "You are the first born on royal blood honey, thats why he's so obsessed you are the strongest in the universe,you don't see your potential" "Damn, but what of the museum?"

He was the only guy I really had a serious attraction to, but that would remain my own secret. He was considered a hybrid because he inherited magic from his witch ancestors but was also a shifter. The term hybrid covered a few scenarios like that. It was not only first-generation like a witch and shifter spitting out a baby hybrid. He was a third-generation hybrid who inherited the magic whereas his father and grandmother did not. He caught me staring but did not say anything, so I made use of the few more moments I had before it got too awkward.

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.

Troy was watching the street. "What do I need to know," she said. "Quickly. Right now." "You are the last hybrid," Clark said. "The only one in existence. Three hundred years ago there was another. A boy named Kev. Both worlds went to war over him. Not because of anything he did. Because of what he was." His voice dropped lower. "You are what he was. Except your bloodline is older. Stronger. Your mother was original blood Tyra. The oldest vampire line in existence. Combined with your father's wolf warrior blood you are not just a hybrid." He paused. "You are something both worlds have never seen before and have no law to contain."

I blinked my eyes and looked away from his face, finally finding someone who understands my pains. Because we were both broken. “We met in the past, I was five. I came to your pack with my mother. If you think the current Luna is my mother, Vivian isn’t and Blair is my stepsister. She’s my stepmother. My mother was Maya, she was a witch...” I wrapped my hands over my body, I have never told anyone about this. “I’m a hybrid Jamal.”

he continued, “she erased her presence from the coven and abandoned a position that others would have destroyed each other to reach, and at the time, none of us understood why.” His gaze returned to me. “Now I do.” I exhaled slowly. “Because of me.” “Yes,” he said without hesitation, “because of what you are.” I did not flinch this time. “I already know what I am,” I said, meeting his gaze directly, “the Moon Goddess made that very clear.” Something flickered in his eyes at that. “That you are a Hybrid,” he said. “Yes she did” I replied, my tone steady. Silence settled for a moment, and then he let out a quiet breath.

Cretin answered him. "My second question is, the late Millennium Wolf King has a child who he hid somewhere before his death, where is that child and what gender is that child?" He asked his second question. Cretin tilted his head upwards as if he was searching for an answer. "River is a child blessed by the gods, you said the late King Reid had hidden his child, where else could he have hidden River if not at the presence of the gods who are like me." Cretin replied, "And to your other question, the gender of his child is hidden and could not be revealed to me, either the gods are blocking River gender, which is highly impossible because they will all be busy with their affairs or, someone

It hums, whispering secrets only I can hear. My gaze shifts to the book resting atop the altar, its leather cover worn from centuries of use. Bound in the flesh of those who dared defy my ancestors, its pages hold the key to everything I desire. Flipping it open, I find the passage I seek—the Ancient Transfer Ritual. "The power of the hybrid will be mine." The words taste like victory on my tongue. I skim through the ritual, reading every detail with unwavering focus. The process is simple—drain her, consume her essence, and take what should have been mine all along. But there’s a problem.