Original Hybrid Novels & Stories

“That can´t be right.” I look at Marcus in surprise. “Hybrids are very rare. And these come into being only with the help of magical transmogrification. However, I´ve never heard of a natural-born hybrid. Are you quite certain of your heritage?” “That´s what I was told since I was a child. Look, Mr. Walker.” “Call me Marcus.” “Marcus, I´m here because Laura proposed that we collaborate in order to defeat this Siren.” “And we will. A hybrid, a descendant of the First Wolf and the First Vampire. I´m liking our odds already.”

"Your mother agreed to let me stay?" "For now," Lucian says. "Prove you're useful and she might let you stay longer." Jasper nods. Then looks at Millie. "The boy needs to know about the final stage. When both bloods fully merge." Millie glances at Lucian. "Are you sure you want to hear this?" "I need to," Lucian says. Jasper takes a shaky breath. "When Lycan power and vampire corruption merge completely, it creates something new. Something the ancient texts called the Hybrid. Neither wolf nor vampire nor Lycan. All three and none."

I cry out. He strokes my hair "dear, there is nothing wrong with you. you need to understand why you are different, why you feel like this and see these things" I have to ask something that I have been struggling with "I am not a normal human, am I?" he wrapped his arms around me. "Molly, no, if I am correct, you are a hybrid" I shake my head not understanding his words. "What does that mean? What is a hybrid?" "Hybrid means that you are a combination of two species, you are a half-witch and half-werewolf, this makes you extremely powerful".

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.

We may never know for sure, but because all the hybrids have his DNA, it seems possible that only the hybrids who received King Aolis’ blood, either through their mothers, through the experiments that occurred while they were in utero, or immediately after their birth, survived where the others did not. I guess it makes sense that the hybrids who have his DNA, ended up here in the fae lands. It almost feels like they’ve come full circle to find their true family and happiness. Now that we’ve found the hybrids we know about, I’m home more often. I love spending time with my boys, who, as Hope says, are all Alpha. Over the past six months, Matthan is acting like it’s a race to see which of the

There was another explosion in the distance and a ball of orange followed lighting the night in shades of amber and yellow as smoke dispersed into the air ashes falling down to the earth in the aftermath of the explosion. "Let's go" my father growled, moving forward as my mother followed. "To where" my mother said the composure in her voice returning and with it came relief that we were going to make it past the hunters alive. "Anywhere but here" my father replied, his eyes turning amber and my mother imitating him, her eyes turning the crimson blood color of a vampire. From a young age I was gifted, being a hybrid allowed me to be able to shift and use my powers at an early age. I didn't ne

“Because our mate is outstanding.’ Cardinal commented in awe as we watched our mate take down another Mandonie wolf. I’ve never seen a wolf with such a gift. A wolf that moves with more agility and speed than even Luna Aurelia it’s breathtaking to witness. Soon the last of the Mandonie was taken down, and our mate came to a stop. Ebony fur with streaks of blue on her flanks. I’m not sure what that means, but it’s certainly unique. ‘Our mate is a hybrid. Like the girl we were sent to protect.’ Cardinal informed me.

He sits up immediately, his expression innocently guilty. “I promise it’s just a few questions this time.” “Ask now, before I change my mind.” I tease. “Who is the hybrid?” He asks, those large eyes peering up at me through the darkness. I wait for my body to still as it always does at the sound of him, but it doesn’t. That’s a good sign. “No one knows what he looks like,” I respond calmly. “But they say he is part vampire and part werewolf.” “And he killed you papa.” He says quietly.

He pushed me to the ground, flaunting his robes as if he had just defeated me, when we both knew he had threatened me to yield. “Remember your place in this village, Kael Everdeen. A few more mistakes here and there and you might as well just get yourself into deep trouble.” He voiced out, daringly. I nodded as I pushed myself up from the ground. My wolf howled in protest, angry at me for yielding and not displaying my true potential. But I suppressed it, and didn't shift. I couldn’t. I couldn’t give them the image of the “savage hybrid” they feared I was.

Then he spoke. "Seraphina… life isn’t always sunshine and roses for everyone." His voice was low. "I’ve faced a lot. I’ve lost a lot. Because of Damien." His hands clenched into fists, and I noticed the veins on his arms pulsing. "I will rip him apart. Limb by limb," he growled, anger rising in his tone. I stared at him in confusion. I didn’t understand why he hated Damien so much. Yes, Damien was cruel, but… what did he do to Zach? "Zach… tell me. What are you trying to say?" I asked carefully. His eyes flickered toward mine. And slowly, he began. "Long time ago," he said, "our pack was the largest, the most powerful. We were known for something very rare—white wolves and hybrids. There was