Silkwing Hivewing Hybrid Novels & Stories

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.

Marvin muttered, “Told you so.” He yanked the silver katana free and dropped it to the ground. _Clang._ Kelvin and Marvin’s wings burst open. They took to the air as the hybrids kept attacking. Holy water splashed across Marvin’s wing and it seared. He nearly lost balance mid-flight, but Kelvin caught him. They flew to the cave they’d called home for decades as they warred with the hybrids. “Woah,” Kelvin muttered. “That was intense.”

Vines had crept in the corners of her glass, soil where there should have been grout. “That one?” I asked, unable not to. “A witch,” Valentina said with a faint wrinkle of her nose. “Witchcraft of the silliest sort. Plants and whispers. Useful only for fertilizer if we’re feeling ironic.” The woman’s song broke on a note that sounded like someone learning to cry again. Valentina didn’t notice, or cared too little to pretend. “Hybrids are the most interesting,” she continued. “Shifters who mated across old boundaries. The offspring inherit indecision. We help them choose.”

It concentrated on Eve's fire, seeming to recognise its equal. Jenna speculated that it may be related to the storm of sand, as it appears from nowhere, yet they emerge as shadowy ghosts with no individual pattern, but it has two eyes and two ears. It was an odd creature that none of them had ever seen before—a Sandjinn, a hybrid combination of several animals. And was about twice the size of a human. However, their bodies had been concocted and forged out of two different species. A serpent-like creature with scaly wings rises from its shoulders with enormous horns on a grossly, disproportionately broad eagle head. Though it has a human-like body with flaming eyes. It seemed like they came

"My lord! We may have found her." I released Drevak, letting him collapse to the floor, coughing violently. My gaze snapped to the demon who had spoken. “Speak.” “One of our spies in the human realm reported a girl with silver hair,” the demon said quickly. “She matches the description perfectly. And she’s been seen with two young werewolves.” My smirk returned. So… she was finally within reach. The hybrid was within my grasp. My long lost niece. I turned back to the mirror, dragging my claws against its surface.

I’m a trapped mouse again, the shadow of the hawk falling over me. I see his chiseled face inching closer, his breath now a distinct warmth against my neck. My breath hitches in my throat, and an old, familiar resignation settles into my bones. I turn my head to the side, squeezing my eyes shut so tightly I see stars. This is it. This is the price. There is always a price. His lips hover near my ear, his scent overwhelming me, and I feel the hum of the bond begging to be acknowledged, but I violently shove it down.

She simply lifted a long, fragile-looking hand and pointed toward the dying embers of a fire behind her. "You are an orphan. You were not born to them. They found you in a snowstorm and took you in." The heat drained from my face. "You are a hybrid, half ancient bloodline, half human." The Seer went on, her voice growing more ethereal as the flickering candles cast dancing shadows across the worn cabin walls. "You and that Lycan leader... your fate is a cursed bond, love and destruction intertwined."

Finally, the ritual was successful and over. Or that’s what I thought because instead of relief, whispers erupted. Luca’s eyes widened in disbelief. “That… doesn’t make sense,” Luca muttered. “She’s my mate. It’s the full moon. This is the perfect time for bonding.” I heard more whispers from the crowd. I didn’t want this wedding but this wasn’t what I wanted either. The elder took my hands and her eyes turned white. She trembled, then recoiled like I’d burned her. “She has it,” she whispered. “She carries the forbidden crystal.”

My shout echoed in the barren space. Rain held a finger to her lips and shushed me. “Don’t wake the others.” I hadn’t realized until then that there were several other nests like the one I had sprung out of. Each nest had two or three sets of breaths coming from them. “You also don’t want to attract the attention of anyone upstairs. Trust me. Apparently, there is some big prophecy that revolves around one of us, or so I gleaned from passing conversations that I listened in on. They say that the Silverwolf is the alpha of all alphas and that if they can mate her and control her, then there would be no one to stop them." She glanced up at the sliver of light from the door, fear sliding across

I ask with a glare. “She’s the most special kind of hybrid there is and the only one in existence. She is a white wolf with golden eyes as I presume you are as well given your eye color. You are the only two in existence and it’s quite amazing how you ended up being mates. Luna is also a witch and the demon queen.” Amelia says and I notice Luna flinch at her words out of the corner of my eye.