Underworld Hybrid Novels & Stories

The brothers were surprised at her revelation, they had never seen a witch before but now it was a surprise for them to be meeting one for the first time that looked nothing like how witches were portrayed. It was even a greater surprise for them to learn they were partly vampire, werewolf and witch. "So did you have a hand in our creation?", Lucas asked. He looked calm but sometimes that was when he was at his deadliest. "I did make only one hybrid, one hybrid from the corpse of my dead lover Silas, a vampire. It was Silas that made you three by chance", Mildred said, sensing Lucas was secretly getting angry. "And where is this Silas?", Lucas said angrily, he could no longer conceal his an

Selene said, I kissed her to shut her up; the second I pulled away, I grabbed her face and smiled, “That was incredible!” I told her, “You really are a powerful witch.” Amber said, “A powerful witch with little control.” Grandfather told her, I stared at him for a moment, “What do you mean?” I asked, he sat us all down as he began to explain, “A half blood witch isn’t too powerful, but still enough to be a little scared of. A full blooded witch, if terrifying and is definitely someone to fear. But a hybrid,” he looked at Selene, “There’s never been a hybrid witch of all three: a werewolf, a vampire, and a witch. Not to mention having witches in both bloodlines.”

She said, "Lena is notorious at the university now. No female werewolves with mates want to be near Lena. After all, a woman who goes around destroying others' relationships as mates is terrible." Annette smiled and said, "Not every mate is as useless as Kyle." Roxanne had not yet found her mate, so she was not yet deeply touched on the subject. Roxanne thought for a few seconds and asked, "Everyone knows that Fiona, the principal, is Kyle's mother. Fiona turned a cold face on such a good werewolf as you. How can she accept Lena? I remember Lena got a C in Fighting Class." "Fiona can't accept who I am. You know that I'm a Hybrid," Annette said and gave a wry smile. Then she continued, "Thoug

From the way the guard addressed her, he could tell she was the one the whole village was talking about, the general that gave them a name. He seemed to be repulsed by the idea of treating the habitat of the underworld like people of the other world, it was like keeping wild animals in a zoo and deluding oneself to think they can interact with humans, as humans without displaying their wild characters. What he didn’t realize was that the people of the otherworld and people of the underworld are both humans of the same species shaped by their environments. They are not and cannot be compared to wild animals with wild instincts. Sixty percent of the underworld’s population are people born into

The people who made her birth a long story of sadness and agony, the monsters who made her this way. Throughout her twenty five years of living, she has been gathering information about them, but it seems they all have high positions in the Underworld, so she has only been able to find out little. The four gunmen who made her like this are top members of the most wanted crime syndicate in the world, called The Hunters. They're bossed by the most wanted man in the world, Godzilla. Their speciality is killing people and stealing their organs for sale, freaking organ harvesters, and their identities are top secret. No one has ever seen what they look like, but her twenty five years search provi

“So... that’s why... you took me from the very start?” "Yes. You are... special. And I have come to a conclusion that only your wolf can free the curse. Because..." She hesitated, something off in her expression. "Because of what?" I demanded, my voice trembling with barely contained frustration. "Um... yeah. Because there’s witch blood within you." "I... what?" "You're a hybrid. A rare creature. And I need your wolf to be sacrificed in order to keep Ragnor alive!" Luna Dowager’s eyes turned red in an instant, as I limped toward her.

My throat closed, and I had to force the word out. “I’m a hybrid. My mother was a witch. My father was the King of the werewolves. I’m their daughter. Their heir. And all this time, my parents—Christian and Ana—they knew. They knew and they never told me.” The silence that followed was suffocating. Zander’s eyes locked on mine, fierce and unreadable. My chest tightened. “Say something,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Please.” His nostrils flared, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath. He lifted his hand, cupping my face with a gentleness that didn’t match the storm in his expression. His thumb brushed across my damp cheek.

How can you abandon your own flesh and blood? But Marco, desperate for self-preservation, had already lost all reason. He slapped her to the ground. He crawled on his knees to me, pointing at Isabella on the ground. "Giulia! If you help me pay this debt, the child is yours! She's the one carrying it, but it has my blood! It's a Benedetti! "You've always wanted a child, wanted a family, right? I'll sign the baby over to you!" Watching him sell out his own child for survival, my stomach churned. I looked down at him from above and suddenly laughed. The sound echoed across the empty courtyard.

On the screen, the genetic map of the unborn child didn't show the standard double-helix of a modern werewolf hybrid. The digital model was rapidly mutating, the golden lines of the Northern Fire and the Crown of Gold violently twisting into a three-strand, crystalline structure that perfectly matched the ancient obsidian armour of the giant from the deep. Beneath the map, a bold, red text alert began flashing in perfect synchronisation with a sudden, low seismic vibration from the deep trench outside. [CRITICAL ALERT: HYBRID CELLULAR METAMORPHOSIS COMPLETE. ESTIMATED GESTATION ACCELERATION DETECTION: FULL TERM DELIVERY IN 48 HOURS.]

The werewolf hybrid had now become involved in a common litter of wolves and its essence had been almost completely covered. It is time for this being, which is a hybrid of plant species and forms a network as we saw in the chapter on intelligent plants, to rediscover its essence and recover its enlightenment. For this purpose, he must descend to the infernal worlds and endure the tests for the elimination of these polluting energies that lead to behaviors outside of the universal purpose. It's funny then that they've cropped up in popular culture when it seems like we ourselves are in desperate need of a trip to the underworld. But I want to reframe the journeys of the underworld as somethi