Skywing Nightwing Hybrid Novels & Stories

A wave of pure, white kinetic force blasted outward. It caught the Vanguard wolves mid-leap, throwing them back like ragdolls. The air shivered with the smell of scorched fur and ozone. I turned my gaze to my father. For the first time in my life, Darian Blackthorn stepped back. "You aren't a hybrid," he whispered, his face pale in the silver light. "You're a Moonbound." "I am the girl you threw away," I said, my voice echoing with the power of a thousand ancestors.

Wait—hybrid? Sawyer and Asher weren’t just Lycan. They were half-human, half-Lycan Hybrids. And Nolan had enrolled them in a werewolf-human integration club? That didn’t make sense. Hybrids weren’t allowed in most pureblood circles. Unless… Unless Nolan was claiming them publicly. As heirs. It hit me harder than any blow. My bloodline. Dad’s voice echoed in my memory, low and urgent the night before he caught Alpha Taylor with Ennik

He nods to Lynda as he enters and she presses the release button, unlocking the cell door. Kolby enters the cell and eyes the Princess that is hanging on display in front of him. His mind runs wild with all the things he could do to her and all the ways he could make her scream. Wanting to know what he was dealing with, whether she was a vampire, a werewolf or maybe even a hybrid of both, he walked over to his metal trolley and made it look like he had picked something up before walking over and stopping in front of her. By the quick flashes of red and gold in the Princess's eyes Kobly now knew that he was dealing with a hybrid and knowing that both Vampires and Werewolves were strong on the

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.

“After angels began falling, the Night Goddess needed pure angels to roam the Earth and help defeat them. Because an angel cannot actually walk the ground, they were given another spirit. A wolf, making them an angel/werewolf hybrid of sorts.” “They aren’t just born?” “No. They are not. The ones that had been born were typically not as strong as the angels who had a wolf spirit placed inside. Such as Trenton, Jake’s mate was an offspring of a created hybrid, which is why he is not as closely aligned as you are.”

One of the minions replied. “I don't care if she's got lasers shooting out of her fucking eyes, I gave you an order, now grab her!” She screeched into the air. All six of her minions ascended instantly, it seems her screech was just like the shift order that Alpha's can do. Each one of them screeched into the air, and poor Jeremy fell to the floor holding onto his ears, the sound of all six of them even made my ears ring a little, so I couldn't imagine what he was going through. I watched as each hybrid finished their ascension, and glorious raven black wings fanned out from each of them. Their eyes weren't white like ours go when we fully ascend, but they were illuminated like hunters eyes

Warrior Nathan, the person whom Kyra started to trust is working for the enemy. He is a Witch hybrid, with a wolf which is easily controlled by his witch side. To these Hybrids, their witch roots would be woken immediately after they turn 21. After that, the witch part of their lineage would control the wolf inside them. Despite passing on as wolf's, their witch roots are so dominant, that they will forever be loyal to the witches.

Xavier said. "I am an hybrid, proof that both werewolves and witches are not bad. I am in love with a werewolf, my best friend is a wolf, my... my closest relative... who died today... is a witch, and I love them all, it is not about what we are. believe me, if this continues you are all going to end up with no family, just like I ended up! My father, my mother, my brother, Aunty Sarah, they are all gone, Fighting! Why fight when we can do things right?! Why kill when we can heal?! Why hate?! Witches and wolves, Let's come together and form a new moonstone!"

We took off running towards the border. When we arrived, there were at least twenty rogues and ten of us. They were in wolf form. I shifted. Even though I had no idea what I was doing, I was going to try to help the best way I could. A rogue charged at me. I dodged it, and it ran into the tree behind me. I then lunged at and sank my teeth into its neck. The warm blood ran into my mouth. I jerked my head back and forth and ripped out its throat. Then another one was on top of me. He hit me so hard that I blacked out. As I was blacking out, I could see Wayne fighting, and he then turned to where I was and yelled.

He moved about, swiping his large claws and there was no interference. He shifted into his white wolf form clad in armor suited for this form, circling the floor testing the the flexibility. He transitioned into his wolf hybrid form before immediately shifted into his lycan hybrid form while leaping in the air which caused a chorus of gasps. He flexed his wings, causing them to flail out and he appreciated the metal lining the top of his wings and over the back. Pacing a moment back and forth, he decided it might be best to shift into his Celestial form to test out the armor fully.