The Hybrids Fated Mate Novels & Stories

"Please, Sarah. I want the bastards dead more than anyone, but if she does this, it will destroy her. Let me be the one." "My, you are a strong one. Looks like I underestimated you. As noble as the gesture is, I'm afraid it won't work." "It has to be me," Bella murmured, still staring at the stake in her hand. "That's right, dear. Both for the sake of closure and the ritual, it has to be you." "What ritual?" Victor asked warily. "The hybrid awakening. It must occur on the first night of the harvest moon," she said. "The hybrid must consume the hearts of two supernatural creatures to come into his true nature, and who better than the happy couple who orchestrated the gang rape of their own so

This was the reason? My heart stuttered and my stomach twisted painfully. “What?” I breathed out, I was barely able to get the word out. For so long I had wanted to feel united with someone and now that I had the chance, hw was just taking it away from me because I was a hybrid? Jeremy’s eyes hardened and his jaw clenched tight. "You heard me. I don’t want a hybrid for a mate. It’ll ruin everything.” he said and he got up from the chair he was seated and walked out. I followed him behind.

Over time, resistance faded. Fear settled deep into the bones of every member, and soon, no one dared question the alpha’s law again. Fated mates became a myth best left unspoken. Any strange bond or magnetic connection was buried, denied, and forgotten. Love became a choice, a calculated, controlled act for the sake of continuity. And David practiced what he preached. When he found his fated mate, the bond struck him like lightning, overwhelming, undeniable. She was radiant, everything he had ever imagined and more. But he didn’t hesitate.

I stayed quiet, still, and stranded, eyes on Reid, whose face had some slight hope that I didn't have a mate yet. Tristan's fingers dug into my skin, and I winced, my voice shaky. "I'm a hybrid, Reid." "And?" My mate prodded I swallowed hard. "Alpha, Tristan, and Atlas are my mates." He shoves me to the side, standing up to Reid, "Is there anything else you want to know? I can make her say it all to you." Reid waved it aside: "It's fine; I'll leave now if you don't mind."

I told them how I am a hybrid descended from the first fated mates. When I look out, I see despair fill some faces of the hybrids I have met over the last few weeks since the war ended. They’re reflecting on the loneliness they’ve felt and known, and for them, knowing they would never have a fated mate. Yet here I stand, a hybrid like them, but the Moon goddess blessed me with a fated mate. I don’t dwell on that sadness when I recall why I’m standing up here and the news that I get to share with them.

Tobias rubbed his bruising jaw as he gathered his feet under him to lift himself off the ground, his wolves; six thickly muscled bodies, began to emerge into the circle of light. "She's my mate!"Ciaran growled, thunderously. "Hybrids can't have mates. They're half undead." the short brunette snarled, half shifted. Runa squelched her fear and jumped out of the back seat to defend her mate. Anger fueling her, her shift was quicker than usual. Looks of shock covered each male face, wolves included, at the sight of her huge red wolf. She released a deep guttural growl as she stood infront of Ciaran and Jake. She lowered her head, widened her stance and bared her elongated canines. Her eyes were

Freya asked in a hesitant tone and dazzling smiles appeared on their faces when they exchanged glances with each other before finally turning their attention towards Freya. “Your mates,” Freya was at a loss for words after hearing all this. “M-my mates,” She whispered before looking towards both of them. How can it be possible? A hybrid has an Alpha Prince mate and not one but two!!!

“Like... do hybrids get mates? Or vampire brides? Or... do they just stick to their kind?” Brian’s jaw tenses, and he looks away, his gaze fixed on a knot in the wooden table. “That’s the million-dollar question, isn’t it?” Micah frowns. “You don’t know?” Brian shakes his head, his lips pressing into a thin line. “None of us do. None of the hybrids have ever bonded with anyone—wolf or vamp. We’re... stuck in between. Not wolf enough to get a mate. Not vampire enough to get a bride, so that probably leaves being bonded to our own kind, but that has yet to happen.”

“That looks even worse. Leave it there, and hop up.” Her body shakes but she does. She settles on the cushion and begins the tattoo again. I want to touch her but I can feel it, if I do, I’ll lose it and touch her more. “What happened?” She whispers. “What happened is I found my mate.” Her head shakes. “Vampire hybrids can only mate with other vampire ones.” I cup her chin. “Which is why you’re so fucking rare and special, and I’m not ignoring that.” I don’t mention her magic, I’m not sure she even knows.

The old lady muttered, dropping down the glass from my hand. "What do you want from me and you kept staring at me. Do you know me from somewhere?" "No! I don't. I only want to tell you about your fate." She replied, staring widely into my deep emerald eyes. "Your destiny is interlocked with three mates, three mates who are enemies from different packs. You are fated to them so they can make peace with each other." "How stupid is that? As you can see I was rejected today by someone who I believe is my true mate. How on earth can I have multiple mates? Does that even make sense to you?"