The Originals Hybrid นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I have some most important information. We are dealing with Hybrid attacks, and I now know how they found us. It's the leader of the the Silver Rock pack. He's working with Hybrid leaders. They promised him a despicably large sum for our locations." My lungs expel all of my breath in one painful moment. The Hybrids are a group of procreations between werewolves and vampires that came to be over a hundred years ago. There is a treaty written between the Werewolves, Vampires, and Hybrids to coexist peacefully. If any of the sides were to break that treaty, well, it would mean war. I clench my fists and clench my teeth. Lancaster Mills. I have never liked him. I hate him even more now that I k

Then, slowly, she nodded. "What do we do first?" I touched the pendant at my chest. "First, we wake up every hybrid within a thousand miles. And then—" I smiled, fierce and determined. "Then we show the originals what love can do."

I needed to. I went in my room and climbed my bed after laying it and thoroughly dusting it. Feeling jobless, I looked in the fridge, grabbed some popcorn and ice-cream and played my favourite Tv show, The originals. It was centered around Klaus Mikaelson and his family of vampires and how they managed their legacy. Klaus was a hybrid, that is, half bred vampire and werewolf mixed together. And then it came. This aching feeling on my chest. Dots were beginning to cloud my vision. At first, I thought it was an illusion but it wasn’t. I then saw Luca’s face barge in. It was something like a vision. Then it went.

“There's a rumor going around, about the hybrid. People say they've seen it—” “It?” My gaze doesn't weaver from her. “What do you mean?? And what does that have anything to do with how we can save Billie?” She stands straighter, the happiness in her eyes about telling me, unmatched. “There is no hybrid except one. He's a blasphemous product of a werewolf and a vampire. Many years ago—” I cut her off, “and how is history important right now?” “It's important—”

he continued, “she erased her presence from the coven and abandoned a position that others would have destroyed each other to reach, and at the time, none of us understood why.” His gaze returned to me. “Now I do.” I exhaled slowly. “Because of me.” “Yes,” he said without hesitation, “because of what you are.” I did not flinch this time. “I already know what I am,” I said, meeting his gaze directly, “the Moon Goddess made that very clear.” Something flickered in his eyes at that. “That you are a Hybrid,” he said. “Yes she did” I replied, my tone steady. Silence settled for a moment, and then he let out a quiet breath.

Ugh. I sat on the settee, my leg plopped on the table, a bowl of grapes and juicy strawberry resting comfortably on my lap with a third book I'm about to complete. I've gone through two books which contains the history of vampires and werewolves and boy they really despised each other back then. This third book is about the twins parents and how the reconciled both clans through the birth of the twins which was impossible as both never thought they'll have an offspring from their taboo of a union, a hybrid, the first of their kind and the most powerful of all their kinds. My hybrids. I voice out my thoughts loving the way it slip off my lips. Suddenly my phone went off.

"The High King spent thirty years trying to draw the Deep Wilds into a treaty so he could exploit their silver mines. If they have chosen tonight to leave their forests, they will learn very quickly that the throne does not negotiate with isolationists." The doors opened fully, and three towering figures draped in thick, untamed wolf pelts stepped into the chamber. Their armor was made of hardened leather and prehistoric bone, completely devoid of the refined metals of the capital. The alpha at the front of the line was an ancient, scarred wolf named Logan, his hair white as frost, his dark eyes fixed instantly onto my golden-red gaze with a mixture of profound shock and deeply suppressed ra

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

Lester comes over to my side and helps me out of the car. I thrash around, trying to numb the pain. The hunger. Dammit, it can’t stop. My wolf roars, struggling with my other side to take over. “Alpha! Alpha!” Echoes Lester's desperate voice. “What's happening to you?” He asks, worried. “Wolfbane and something more.” I bark with a hoarse voice. “How is that possible?” He asks because he knows. Wolfbane can’t hurt me. I’m a hybrid. I became one the night I fled from Oakdale town two hundred years ago.

“He had pulled stunts like that before. He mostly had me do things for him because I'm a hybrid." I took a sharp breath… my mouth was agape, continually staying that way. Hybrids were not purebreds; they were half-breeds or mixed breeds, and finding hybrids was quite a rarity. But just like the omegas or a pack member whose shift came later than usual, they are viewed as the underdogs. They are treated poorly and subjected to various forms of abuse.