Underworld Hybrids Novels & Stories

" He closed the door behind, leaving me alone. His driver, Steven, also got down for the car for some reason. This is the perfect opportunity for me. Xavier Castillo Apart from turning the werewolves in Oslo mad, I am creating my own army of hybrids. The Lombardo might have power and authority here in Norway but by the time I am done nothing but exactly to remember. Hybrids are better species than the werewolves and even the Thylacine himself. He Might be all powerful but it is just one person against a hundred hybrids. The sweet thing about it is that I am not just turning anyone except they are worried enough. I am sure he has got his news of the madness going on around soon. He will be de

It is either we are the superior or you are fools. From then on the pack has been wary again from humans and we hid our kin for the past decades in the underworld working as Mafias. We have several human business partners, clients and alliances that keep our community to grow. Some of our illegal transactions have a big shot backed up from the politicians and other businesses, in order to have an assurance as per recent years, my father and I worked hard in order to have legal entities not knowing by the humans that it was owned by our packs. It is our assurance once any of those ever try to betray us again. Thus, the hunting season, where we hunt those rogues those crazy humans have created

Alexander said in a deep voice, “Got it?” The Underworlders nodded. Despite them being split between wanting the Lady to crown the Dark Lord and wanting to kill the Lady, they all at least agreed on one thing. That no one shall take what is theirs. They were Underworlders. Creatures that hid from the day and basked themselves in darkness. Creatures that did not belong in both Heaven and Hell. They were in the precipice of existing and not existing. But what is theirs shall always be theirs. “The Lady is ours,” Alexander said again.

It clearly conveyed a message to Mauricio that the girl was not totally aware of whatever happened in the past, so she was willing to be mated with the Last Lycan Prince; the cursed son of the chosen family by the Moon Goddess herself to be the Royal Rulers of her creations, the werewolves, the Lycans and even to the hybrids. Hybrids are the children born with mixed blood of any kind to a lycan or a werewolf. Some of them possess the supernatural strength and ability of one of the parents, some possess both, while some of them does not have any and lives like a human despite the fact that they are hybrids. Like every creation with a soul, everyone is granted a lifetime to live according to t

(Incase you're confused with this 'potus' word , the author combined two words to form this one which are Pious, that means holy, and potent, which means powerful. So combining them we get our 'potus'.) "What's a potus crystal, and why is it in your chest? Are you injured or something?! And what do you mean she was a human?" " No, I'm not injured, potuses are very precious crystals to us as they are the main source of our incomparable powers which the demons crave, and you're going to develop a potus in your chest too. Very soon. Bethany was a normal human but you aren't." My eyes widened at her statement. My body was still, still as a cold corpse. " That's why I'm telling you all these. Wha

A month before our wedding, my fiance, Rocco Morelli, disappeared. I searched for him for weeks, until I finally saw him in a jewelry boutique. He was there with a beautiful woman, helping her pick out a diamond ring. She was Emilia Leone, my father's illegitimate daughter, the one I kicked out of the family three years ago. Rocco slipped a 20-carat diamond ring onto her finger, the stone blindingly bright. I was just about to march up to him and confront him for his disappearing act when I heard his subordinate, Anthony Johnson, ask, "Are you really going to organize a fake wedding ceremony, then abandon Cassandra on the wedding day and broadcast indecent photos of her for all to see?"

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.

She asked, but now I was worried, “It’s nothing bad but it is rare, only one out of three thousand are diagnosed. Now comes the other bit of news to go along with that.” We both were worried about this; Windsor placed the wand on Selenes’ belly, closer to the back, “Look here, that is two fetuses.” “So, we’re having five children?” I asked, she nodded, “Yes, but, these two, they’re hybrids.” Dr. Windsor stated, “But the other three are not?” Selene asked, Windsor nodded again,

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

he told me. It took me a moment to realise that he meant 'abomination'. They called him that. I'd heard a lot of people call me that, too. Did that mean he was a hybrid, too? "Are you....a hy-brid, too?" I managed to ask. "What is that?" He asked, sounding thoroughly confused. I had a feeling his vocabulary was limited. Or maybe he was too drugged up to understand much. Something told me it was the former. How to explain this, though? "A hybrid is....some-one who is half were-wolf...and half...witch," I explained slowly.