Underworld Hybrids Novels & Stories

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.

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

I was ashamed of it and I shunned everything that was about mom and her clan, her heritage, and her life as a witch and mom seemed to understand that I did not want to be identified as a witch. Even when I knew I was one. “You’re a hybrid, Sera.” Dad turned to me and kept a box in my hands. I was weighed down with the heaviness. “Your mother wanted you to have all her things, and that’s what's left.” He pointed to the box in my hands. “A werewolf and a witch.” He placed a hand on my shoulders. “I hate you, Dad,” I muttered and took my lips in. “I know. I’ll see you at the Moonlight Gala and you’re gonna see the beauty of what makes us werewolves and I’m more intrigued to see someone.” He cou

He sits up immediately, his expression innocently guilty. “I promise it’s just a few questions this time.” “Ask now, before I change my mind.” I tease. “Who is the hybrid?” He asks, those large eyes peering up at me through the darkness. I wait for my body to still as it always does at the sound of him, but it doesn’t. That’s a good sign. “No one knows what he looks like,” I respond calmly. “But they say he is part vampire and part werewolf.” “And he killed you papa.” He says quietly.

I bite my lower lip and nod and she says, “I can’t give you any more information about her, but please if you are going to reject her then wait. She’s been through enough without the feeling of rejection.” I nod, “If I do then I’ll wait.” My wolf growls at me for even considering rejecting her, but… she’s a hybrid! I thought vampires were extinct, I don’t understand how she’s alive. I ask, “Is there anything I need to know about her being a hybrid? I’ve never met or even heard of hybrids before.”

I ask with a glare. “She’s the most special kind of hybrid there is and the only one in existence. She is a white wolf with golden eyes as I presume you are as well given your eye color. You are the only two in existence and it’s quite amazing how you ended up being mates. Luna is also a witch and the demon queen.” Amelia says and I notice Luna flinch at her words out of the corner of my eye.

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.

What did he mean? "What the hell do you mean?" Someone hissed, probably me. "I mean, he was born a hybrid. Your mother, she was a hybrid, you're one of the only few who are left. Hybrids were created very long ago, a race made of power, for power and to control the powerful. They were made by the most ancient of the crafters, the ones who practiced dark craft. They were made of two beings who were the natural predators of the worst kind. The vampires and the werewolves. They were made during the War of First blood, they were made to annihilate the vampire kind." His voice cracked, guilt shrouding his eyes.

And that big, sweaty body of his locked me up and didn't let me move an inch. “The last hybrid type appeared about a hundred years ago. And their existence became extinct after the Great Werewolf War. So, don't think plenty of things that aren't necessarily true. Maybe the little girl is studying witchcraft.” Gabriel smiled as I looked at him, but his words on hybrids sounded like a joke. I looked sharply at Gabriel, who didn't seem to have realized that I was angry. “You must know that purple-eyed werewolves are rare. There are only two answers: hybrid or tribrid. Only creatures with mixed blood can change their eye color to bright purple.”

"Shouldn’t you be in bed?" "I need to tell you something. Something big." He raised an eyebrow. "Zelda, it’s late. Can we do this tomorrow?" "No. You need to hear this." He gave me the go-ahead sigh, leaned back. "Alright. What is it?" "Maya Hawke. She’s a werewolf." He actually laughed. "What? Zelda, come on. This again? Don’t waste your time with the club drama. Go to sleep." I pulled out my phone.