Saiyan Kryptonian Hybrid Novels & Stories

Damien moved like a shadow, a gun in one hand, claws in the other — in full control of the lycan within him. Aurora stayed close, plugging into the central terminal as alarms wailed. “I’m in,” she gasped. “Copying the data—wait, there’s more. Blueprints. Names. Politicians. Monroe has people everywhere.” “Take it all,” Damien growled. The lab door blew open — and the room flooded with soldiers. Hybrid soldiers. They weren’t fully human. They weren’t fully anything. Eyes glowing, teeth bared. They didn’t speak. Just attacked.

One hybrid even sat in his office chair, his legs crossed on his executive table. They locked their gazes on him. Someone would start the discussion in a jiffy, and Anthony hated to know that. If he hadn't grown up in the hybrid facility when he became a hybrid, and if he hadn't joined Krypton Pack after his training in the facility, he wouldn't have made so many friends. Even after breaking his sire bond, these guys still followed him all the way from Manchester to California.

I stood up and faced the man when he clapped his hands, sarcastically. “What a good performance from someone who isn’t trained since a kid. I’m impressed.” He said and slowly moved towards me while I started to moved backwards.”No wonder that you are the only hybrid that is willing to be accepted by the other empires.” Hybrid? Empires? What is he talking about? He’s been talking to me like we are in a fantasy world full of fantasized characters. In a blonk of an eye, he suddenly attacked me but I fortunately was able to dodge and got away from him in time.

You can as well call me Joseph the fucking Dreamer. I squint my eyes looking at my twins and they seem human to me with their beautiful gray blue eyes in their tailored suit, plump pink lips, long lashes to die for, neatly shaved defined cheek bones. Gosh I just want to rip out their clothes and lick them, kiss them, fuck them... Girl get your head outta the gutters. Shit sorry. Now what the hell do they mean by that word hybrid and where have I heard that... 'Hybrid! Hybrid!! Hybrid!!! OMG they're like that movie I love watching. Think girl, think yes...Underworld.'

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.

Avani asks. “Yhendorn and Kenna are back. They’re watching my kids too while I’m here. Maybe now that you’re here, I can go back, although these scents are all over the place. It’s a lot like the scent of these three and the two dragons up there. What’s going on?” she asks. “The hunters and scientists created hybrids, mixing DNA, only it didn’t work. Our doctor, Dr. Everett, is having to do some sort of DNA bonding to get them through their shift.”

But it was what came behind them that truly terrified me. Three figures, each standing twenty feet tall, covered in silver armor that seemed to absorb light. They moved with impossible grace for their size, and where their feet touched the ground, the earth withered. "Titan-class hybrids," Chen whispered—she'd been conscripted as our intelligence officer, her knowledge too valuable to waste. "Theoretical only, I thought. The energy required to maintain that size should be impossible." "Unless they're using multiple power sources," I realized. "How many Moonsingers did the Council really kill? How many did they harvest?"

My kitten’s shoulders tense at the names she recalls, the now-dead enemies of Queen Lamia. “Who is Senko?” I ask, not knowing that name, or what it means to Tawny. Althea sighs rubbing her wrinkled forehead. “Senko is your father King Crimson,” The use of the title, threw me off, but I don’t hate it. “First, Lyoki is a term used for a werecat hybrid that carries wolf blood. Touched by magic is what they call it. As you are well aware, most hybrids are either one or the other or nothing – human. 'Lyoki’ carries the trait of both. Something that is only passed down through genetics. Your mother was part Lyoki, like me. We have wolf blood in us.

A few wolves even stepped back in fear. Kael moved toward him, his tone sharp. “What are you saying, healer?” The man’s voice trembled, and his eyes were now directed towards me. “She is the key. The cursed child, born of light and shadow. Only she can bridge what was broken. If she falls, the balance falls with her.” And then, just like that, his body went limp. Ronan caught him before he hit the ground, but his eyes had gone back to normal, and whatever force had spoken through him was gone.

I can hear her respirate sharply and it’s clear she didn’t find my attempt at a joke funny. I continue, “The child will be a hybrid, yes, but it will be as much of a human as you are. I am a hybrid. My mother was a vampire and my father a wolf. I was the evidence of their forbidden affair. A rare occurrence, but possible. My mother decided to hide me or else her family would have killed me as a baby. A lonely leviathan took me in. He raised me as his own, and before he returned to his own land, he transferred some of his power to me. He did this to make me stronger. Invincible so to speak. However, Leviathan powers inside a living and breathing being have their complications unless the genes