The Abused Hybrid She-wolf Novels & Stories

"Silvermoon district encourages the co-existence of everyone with supernatural abilities, you know that too,–" "She's a witch-wolf hybrid." The words burst out of me before I intended to. The doctor froze. It was very subtle, but I noticed it with the slight lift of his brows, and the sudden stillness of his shoulders. Shock was clearly evident, but he tried to hide it. "A...hybrid, you say?" he repeated softly. I nodded, throat tight. "Her father..." I paused. Is or was? I thought. "Her father is a powerful werewolf. Her mother, also a witch-wolf hybrid like her."

Lyall growled harshly. “Easy… I didn’t come here to fight or cause trouble,” the witch said. Lyall looked at him with a searching gaze. His hair was long past his shoulders, her clothes resembled a long black dress, and she wore a black cloak as well. But the witch was a man. A hybrid wolf approached and growled at him. Lyall turned and growled too. Lyall turned to the witch and growled, demanding that he leave. Lyall attacked the hybrid wolf. The hybrid wolves weren’t as strong as the Rogues. They were strong as vampires but not as wolves, so Lyall was able to defeat them easily.

Brendon's POV Fuck, now Eva will probably hate me like I'm some villain. But all I was doing was helping her to connect with her wolf's side. She has passed the age of shifting into her wolf form, to get her lost wolf back, she needs to kill. Also her wolf is no normal wolf, it's a hybrid which lusts over blood. The hybrids born from mating of werewolves and vampires are always dangerous , hard to get control over. And they will never accept the weak body for shifting because if they force themselves on weaklings, the shifter will die of severe internal injuries.

As the light fell, the transformation began, crushing my bones, but I was overjoyed to welcome my wolf despite the pain. Everyone looked on with a mix of curiosity and wonder, but their expressions quickly changed when my father brought out a large mirror, allowing me to see my wolf. As soon as my eyes fell on the mirror, I understood their astonishment. My eyes were not golden like everyone else’s; one was golden and the other silver. I wasn’t surprised to be a hybrid, but I was thrilled to see my wolf’s white fur and the Golden Sun Pack’s symbol on my right thigh. This made me very happy because it confirmed my belonging to the pack, even though my mother’s origins were that of a vampire.

“You can’t just say that. I know the rules, okay? I know that the Luna has to stay in the pack house with the Alpha. I know that the Luna has to be a part of the blood blond so she can mind-link with everyone. It’s for safety. It’s for power. It’s for whatever other fucked up reason they have come up with, and there isn’t anything anyone can do to change that.” “But maybe you can.” Doren motions to me. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I glare at him. “Roo, you are the first wolf that I have ever met, that I have ever heard of, that has special abilities outside of an alpha. I haven’t ever heard of there being a white wolf alive in over 3 centuries. Everything about you is an excepti

' Males can feel overwhelmed and let tears roll down their eyes. "Why are you apologising? Do you perhaps have a back hand behind the hybrid's attack?" I asked, glaring at him. "Yes. We were fooled by a hybrid omega..." "Was that hybrid omega named Scarlett?" I questioned instantly. My instincts were telling me that Scarlett was not a pure blood werewolf but a mixed breed. Before she killed me in the past life I literally saw her eyes pitch black with glowing red pupils. One of the characteristics of hybrid wolves. "Yes. She was a hybrid."

“There will be born a hybrid of werewolf and witch blood who can turn the tides. She will have the blood of an Alpha and that of an elemental witch. The Hybrid or dark Queen can be the end of werewolves or the bringer of peace. While one can be sure the Hybrid will be able to use elemental magic, none know what this will entail. However the Dark Queen will be the strongest witch at that time and can only be defeated by The White Wolf, the King of all werewolves. I shared everything with Axel, who was less scared than I was by what I just had read. Axel was always a glass half full type and he believed if we could convince Finley to help us we could avoid the war or make sure we had the upper

Dayne continued where I left off as he looked in my direction. "Hybrid?" Thyri questioned as she scrunched her eyebrows. "Lycan? But I thought the lycans died out a long time ago. So, you're wolf and lycan, I remember a large black wolf stopping me at the gate." "That was me, my love, that wasn't my hybrid form it was me in my wolf form. Because we are part of the Wolf King descendants, we are much larger than regular wolves. We have two forms, our wolf and our lycan form, we can still have children though they will be lycan as well." I began as I rubbed her back, I could make out the shock on her face and I so badly wanted to console her.

All around, the generals tried to hold in their laughter; even Kaliyah had a wide smile on her face. “It… it wasn’t like that!” I retorted, but it did nothing to stop the generals and Kaliyah from snickering. “Alright, that’s enough.” My father raised his hand and the noise ceased. “He could be a hybrid—half-shaman, half-werewolf. That would explain his unnatural control over the rogues.” Murmurs of agreement rippled through the room, but it was clear that this revelation only complicated matters. Hybrids were rare and said to be extremely powerful beings capable of turning the tides of war.

Among them, one individual stood out above the rest – Athdal, a young hybrid of vampire and werewolf blood. Athdal was a rare breed, born of a forbidden union between a vampire and a werewolf. His very existence defied the laws of nature, making him a target for both his own kind and those who sought to maintain the status quo. Yet, despite the dangers that surrounded him, Athdal had managed to carve out a life for himself in Orleana. He was the leader of a pack of hybrids, a group of individuals who, like him, bore the traits of both vampires and werewolves.