Sandwing Rainwing Hybrid Novels & Stories

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.'

said Lowa, bending her thumb and forefinger into a circle, putting them in her mouth and whistling loudly. A big beautiful bird with a long tail flew over us. This is a bird that I haven't seen before. Her eyes were sharp and her beak was like a hook, but her feathers were a bright red with colorful stripes. Her tail was like a summer reed, long and fluffy at the bottom, and looked like a flame from a distance. "What kind of bird is this? I've never seen such a beautiful bird." "It's a phoenix-kite hybrid. I found an egg in the mountains and hatched it in a hot spring," says Lowa, grabbing the collar of my back.

Carl further explains to her. "What mark are you talking about?" She questioned him again, as she was already losing her patience. "From my findings, the hybrid will possess the mark of the turtle snake on his back. James confirmed to me, that he has no mark on his body at all... This mark is the major significance indicating that he's the true hybrid we seek for, and James doesn't have it!" Carl uttered those statements to Ms. Lauren with a confident look on his face...

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.

"And I will make sure today, you understand who you belong to. I will make you scream my name. My name will be going to glue to your mind from now onwards, and i will make sure of it, " I snapped. "I will never belong to you!" I spat, my voice shaking with rage as I glared at him. "I will never let you mark me or even claim me! You’re a fucking monster! There’s no way I will ever be bound to you!" Silence. A slow, wicked smirk spread across his lips as he tilted his head, as if my defiance only amused him. "Then so be it, my Sera," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave. "So, a forced mark it is." My entire body went cold. "Either way…" he took a step closer, his bare chest inches from my

The hybrid is taller than fairies. There are various categories of fairies and nymphs in Helmel; I could spend hours cataloging each one, but in all my years of life so far and in all the books and scrolls I’ve seen, none is like the hybrid—none with red wings with bird feathers, even those who united with the Aerwin. “I’m giving you a gift, and you can’t refuse,” I smile. “I refuse.” Her gaze at me is deadly, as if she wants to burn my flesh.

Before Xavier could turn to face the hybrid, he was overpowered and trapped in his grasp. The fierce looking hybrid brought out his dagger and stabbed Xavier on the back. "No!" Camelia yelled, emotions getting the best of her as she fixed her eyes on Xavier who was groaning. Her anger was visible and as as she kept screaming, the leaves rustled, trees bent in different directions as a mighty wind whirled angrily like it was responding to her screams. In the twinkle of an eye, the three hybrids were carried and hurled in the heavy wind. They dropped down abruptly to the floor in an unconscious state.