Silkwing Hivewing Hybrid Novels & Stories

No animal in the forest dares to make a sound or worse cross his path as the apex predator of the woods moves with Lia dangling over his shoulder. Carrying her along had been an instinct; he did it without thinking because she is, after all, his mate, therefore she belongs by his side. Her unconscious body is soft, almost breakable against the hard ridges of his body. He relaxes his hold, trying to carry her as gently as possible. His fur tingles at the exact spot where their body connects and this fills him with a warmth he has never experienced. The hybrid slows down as the familiar sight of his cottage comes into view. His lair, away from any human or beast. But as soon as he gets past th

The light funneled downward in a blinding column, slamming directly into Rebel’s chest. A voice filled the clearing. Ancient. Feminine. Absolute. It vibrated through bone and soul alike, leaving no room for doubt. “BORN OF MOON AND MAGIC. CHILD OF TWO CROWNS. THE FIRST HYBRID. THE BRINGER OF BALANCE. THE TRUE HEIR.” Rebel threw her head back as power surged through her—violent, divine, overwhelming. Green flames erupted along her fur. Silver lightning split the earth beneath her paws. The sky cracked open with a deafening thunderclap.

Ravi didn't care about their past, but such disrespect was unacceptable. Thunderous laughter erupted from Adrian. He advanced closer to Ravi, who refused to divert his gaze from the intense eyes of the silver-haired man. Adrian's wings spread wide, failing to intimidate Ravi into fear. Instead, Ravi stepped forward and growled, "You better do what you want soon; I'm truly disgusted by looking at you."

" Demetrius's growl became deeper as his head snapped up to glare at Dagon yet again, "If what you're implying is true, then we have a serious problem on our hands, because not only does she already have a Lycan mate, but she's far too precious to me and I'm not willing to just let her go." Livia's eyes darted towards Demetrius with a scowl but then she refocused her attention toward Dagon as her eyes softened, "The problem is that this little hybrid is also a white werewolf, very rare you see. Considering that Demetrius himself has been searching for one for a very long time you could see the predicament we find ourselves in."

turning to see Kiara still standing in a towel now with her jaw wide open. I smiled and thought about how I wanted to rip that towel off of her, “maybe you should get dressed ” I said to Kiara, she smiled and blushed then made her way to the walk in closet. Which reminded me I needed to take her shopping so she could have clothes to fill that big closet up. I turned back to look at Viviana. She looked like she was contemplating something. “you know if my parents found out I found my fated mate and he’s a wear wolf, they would disown me. Not after trying everything in their power to pull me away from him first. They don’t believe we should blend our species together and taint the witch blood

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...

I looked round at him and saw him watching me intently. “A vessel made from two great powers, of twenty-five sun cycles in the making, will bring the creation of a great warrior,” he recited from memory and I turned and closed my eyes as he spoke “She will hold in her being the elements of both Alpha beast and Priestess witch, in a bond of the essence of Diana in the purest form, to the creation of the unequalled hybrid species,”

Chris’s lips hooked up, his eyes flashing with a sinister light, “Since they like crystals so much, we mustn’t disappoint.” “How many do you have?” Chris turned to Hendrick. “How many do you want?” Hendrick flashed a wicked grin. He liked the way his junior brother thought when he was thoroughly angered. “Cover these three in crystals first, along their meridians.” Hendrick nodded and waved his hand; crystals flew out from his spatial storage. He drew a symbol in the air before pushing it towards Night Wing. “Turn around.” He ordered once he was satisfied. Night Wing turned around obediently although he blinked in confusion.

Another someone lost a heel in the grass. Typical. But my attention was elsewhere. Under Table Three, two small humans had formed a covert alliance. Eduardo, Xenia and Clay’s three year old offspring, was chubby-fisted and full of secrets. His co-conspirator, Ororo Hopkins, Makayla and Lilac’s two year old little whirlwind, had the strategic focus of a general. They were crouched beneath the linens, giggling with their faces sticky and their hands sneakier than a feral kitten with a string.

Standing atop a Leviathan, all one needs is a glance around to see countless white-winged sky stags leaping through the air, and silver glimmers darting like flashes—those are Silverwing Dragons, the elite mounts of the Warner tribe. Riding a Leviathan often comes with bizarre sights: occasionally, a young beauty will appear on a Silverwing Dragon, chin tilted gracefully, casting a pitying glance at the Leviathan passengers below, twirling her stylish curls before vanishing from view like a shooting star. At this moment, a golden-haired beauty lingered beside the Leviathan and let out a sigh directed at me: “Ina, hurry up and buy yourself a dragon. The five artisans ranked just above you all