Silkwing Nightwing Hybrid Novels & Stories

It was faster than any human, the metal blade replacing its arm whistling toward my head. I ducked, feeling the wind of the strike brush my skin. I spun and drove my sword into the back of its knee, where flesh met hydraulics. The hybrid did not scream. They have no vocal cords for pain. It only tried to turn mechanically, but my dagger was already sinking into its neck. The energy pouring from the runes fried its internal circuits, and the creature collapsed in a twitching heap. Around me, Nathan unleashed a slaughter. His wings became blades, every sweep cutting hybrids in half. With his bare hands he tore armor plates from his attackers. He was like a black vortex, devouring everything in

Alpha Lewis quickly dismissed the thought because that species had long been extinct. He had always had his doubts regarding her identity but Goddess forbid, what if it was actually Selly? Marc broke the stretching silence and said, “From what I have heard, only hybrids can shift when the moon isn't full yet.”

It was like she just fell into a deep coma. “Oh, no. No, no, no. Darling, come back to me.” He grunted and growled, which startled every one of us. “I can’t fucking feel her! Why I can’t fucking feel her?” “Oh, Goddess. He’s in hybrid form,” said Everlee in a terrified voice. Sebastien’s mother was also a witch. I got up on my knees, wiped the tears away from my eyes, and found him pressing his hand on Shadow’s forehead. When he shook his head, I tumbled back.

Although she was talking to him, her eyes didn’t leave me for one second. “She’s a hybrid. She has the Lycan blood in her.” Something shattered, and I couldn’t tell if it was from shock or anger, but every part of me tensed up. “That’s impossible. Hybrids don’t exist.” “I have spent the last three years confirming this. Esme is a hybrid and has the Lycan blood flowing through her.” “She is one of us,” Silvan added, and I felt warmth creep up my cheeks. After today, I was probably never going to look at him in the same way again.

Scales climbed up my arms and across my chest in jagged black patterns, glowing faintly with red heat. I shifted. Fully. A roar exploded from my throat, shaking the walls and cracking the floor beneath me. My black and white wings tore out with a violent snap with edges glowing with red flame. My snout lengthened, lined with teeth sharp enough to rip metal. My wolf’s presence fused with the dragon’s body giving my frame more power, more weight, more speed than any pure dragonling should have. My tail slammed down hard, shattering a table behind me. I stood there as a massive black hybrid creature, half-dragon, half-wolf, eyes burning bright blue.

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.

He needed to be by her side. As he lay there, his inner hybrid power started to awaken. Half of his body slowly transformed, showing the vigour within him coming back to life. The upper part of his body was fully hybrid while his abdomen to his toe remained as they were. His chest bore a pattern of iridescent scales that shimmered, reminiscent of a dragon's hide. These scales extended from his broad shoulders, down his powerful arms, and across his well-defined pectoral muscles. His arms appeared more sinewy and elongated than a human's, with elongated, claw-tipped fingers that ended in razor-sharp talons. His skin took on a brown-hide hue, with a subtle luminescence that pulsed like a heart

"You anchored me, Nomo! Now I’m anchoring you! Breathe, damn you! Breathe!" She pushed her power into him, not as a Sovereign, but as a partner. She didn't try to rule him; she tried to find the spark she had left in him. She searched the darkness of his mind, calling out his name, until she felt a faint, distant throb. Nomo’s chest gave a sudden, sharp hitch. He coughed, a spray of dark blood hitting the snow, and his eyes snapped open. They were still amber, but deep in the center of his pupils, a tiny violet spark remained—a permanent mark of the hybrid pulse.

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.

“That wound would have healed yesterday, but since you now have DNA modified by vampire venom, that process slows down and influences your regeneration process.” “And right now I don't know what the hell I am,” Dan concluded. “If I am Wolf, or vampire.” “You have both, but you're more of a wolf, let's say seventy percent,” Christopher said. “As a kind of fusion, that's why what you are now is called a hybrid. When you transform, you combine the best and the strongest of the two, and because of that you are practically invincible. That's why the wound was more serious than it should be, because you weren't transformed.”