Sandwing/nightwing Hybrid Novels & Stories

After all, It's not every day they get to take a day off. The warriors dispersed leaving only him in the area. "Get the warriors who work the night shift today to take over right now. There's been a battle." He mindlinked his second in command. "Got that sir." His second-in-command replied through the link within seconds. After cutting off the link, George put his hands to his nose inhaling the smell of the blood which had belonged to the rogue. It smelled nothing like a rogue but different. It was slippery and dark, he observed. Something was amiss.

Hisses and growls filled the night and silenced the crickets and critters. Tristan let out another monstrous roar before jumping into the night sky, vanishing though not completely. The sound of his wings helped to pinpoint his location. Though with so many fighting on the ground, it was still quite a challenge. Runa regained her senses just in the knick of time to dodge another swing of the makeshift bat. Her eyes caught sight of a wing flap as Tristan crossed the moon's glowing surface, he planned to dive into the fight.

In fact, she maintained her speed, for time was her enemy today – more than anything else. As the shaking of the ground she was running tripled, Sylvia the Angry used the pile of corpses in her way by using it to increase her momentum. The moment she reached the top of the three-meter pile, she jumped. On cue, the ground of what used to be the arena’s stage cracked open and her familiar roared its presence. Her gryphon, a gigantic beast which was part lion and part hawk, immerged from the ground. As her body freefall, her familiar caught her on time. Now, Sylvia was now riding her gryphon which switched from running to flying the next second.

His gaze lingered for a fraction of a second on Victoria, now curled in on herself with pain, before he turned to leave with Cassandra. However, as they crossed the threshold of the club, a heavy wrought-iron light fixture suspended above them came loose somehow, plummeting straight down at Cassandra. Caden reacted with lightning speed, shoving Cassandra out of the way, but the edge of the fixture still grazed the back of her head. "Cassie!" Caden's face paled. He immediately scooped her up and rushed toward the parking lot, heading straight for the hospital. Victoria, cradling her dislocated wrist, was in agony and on the verge of passing out herself. She was eventually taken to the same ho

"What the hell was that?" Gideon shouted, dropping his candy bar. Before he could pull his weapon, the ceiling of the cargo corridor simply vanished. It was sliced away in clean, surgical lines. The hybrid hovered in the opening, her bat-like wings blotting out the flickering emergency lights, her eyes scanning the room. The praying mantis hybrid landed beside her, his blades dripping with a glowing, corrosive ichor. "The Thorne-Variants," Cane growled, his voice dropping into the register of a true Alpha.

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.

Remy: “Say yes whenever you want, storm queen. I’m already yours.” I exhale a laugh that’s half sob and open my crafting interface for the first time in months. New blueprints have appeared (glowing violet, marked [Deep Script Forged]): - For Lucian → “Draconic Void-Scale Wingblades” – foldable lightning swords that grow from his wings - For Remy → “Starlight Coyote Claws” – retractable gauntlets forged from the first star Coyote ever tricked

“Look at them! They shift so easily, and I can’t even do it once.” Aiden snickered. “Aww, is our little mate jealous of the babies?” I shot him a glare. “I am not jealous.” “Sounds like jealousy to me,” Ash teased. I crossed my arms. “It’s just… frustrating. I’m supposed to be part-wolf, yet I can’t even shift.” Ash placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “Don’t worry, Lyra. You’ve only just awakened your powers. Shifting takes time, and you’re unique. You’ll get there.”

At the implication of what he had done to his mate and the mention of his sister, the small amount of control Cole, Hunter and Nathaniel had slipped and disappeared, now with no control over himself Nathaniel’s eyes shine a bright mix of red and gold as his body doubles in size and the full power of his Lycan-Vampire Hybrid combination is released. Nathaniel moves in what seems to be the blink of an eye, disappearing from his place in front of Wrath to appear behind him. Nathaniel places his hand on Wrath’s shoulder as he grabs the hair, yanking his head to the side and sinking his fang/canine combo into Wrath’s neck.

Digitigrade legs support me—Lycan-strong—but a wolf’s tail flicks behind me, broadcasting emotion I can barely name. My hands—hands, not paws—end in curved obsidian talons. My muzzle is narrow and sharp, halfway between both species. My teeth are too many, too sharp, designed for killing things that don’t die easily. The walls react instantly. Wards flare—white, silver, gold—like they’re recognizing something long feared and long awaited. A fractured shard of moonstone reflects me back: Hybrid. First. Impossible. My heart slams once. Twice.