Viltrumite Saiyan Hybrid Novels & Stories

Vardan growled, gesturing toward the console. Sora plugged the black drive into the terminal. The screens flared to life, scrolling through thousands of files. Images of dissections, chemical formulas, and video logs of screaming test subjects filled the monitors. Sora’s eyes locked onto one file dated twenty years ago. It was a video of a younger Dante Valente. He was holding a baby in his arms—a baby with silver-tinted eyes. "Project Spica," the voice on the recording said. It was his father’s voice, but it lacked any trace of the warmth Sora remembered. "The first viable hibrida. The vessel for the pure Beastman essence."

Fenrir leapt over one of them, snapping at the hybrid’s throat, but the creature swatted him away like he weighted nothing with terrifying strength. Vladimyr reappeared above it, his bloodlust coated blade reshaped into a massive scythe. How he did that, I have no idea. But I’ll surely ask him once we deal with this homunculus. My mate swung it down with deadly precision, aiming at the beast’s head, but the hybrid caught it mid-swing and snapped the weapon in half like it was nothing to him. “Impossible,” Vladimyr hissed, disbelief in his voice. The hybrid turned its eerie, glowing eyes toward me, a twisted grin spreading across its face. “Weak… break… first… Annoying… flies.”

(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

The northern rift. But it wasn’t dormant anymore. The air around it shimmered, forming shapes—faces half-formed, eyes glowing, hands reaching. Nella whispered, “They look like us.” “They are us,” Sybil said grimly. “Echoes from when the resonance mirrored our souls. But now it’s bleeding both ways.” Damian drew his sword. “We seal it before it grows.” As he stepped closer, the rift pulsed violently. The faces solidified, stepping out of the light as spectral versions of the Hybrids themselves—reflections twisted by the balance Mia created.

I refuse to participate in your game," she said, her voice shaking, yet she compelled herself to make eye contact. Vrael's chuckles echoed through the chilly, dim cave. "You are already." Before she had a chance to respond, he vanished into the shadows without a trace, as though he had never even existed. The atmosphere inside the cave calmed down as the heavy feeling disappeared, yet the suspense lingered. Amora remained motionless, with her heart pounding and thoughts spinning after the encounter. Deven lowered his sword, though his expression was tight with worry. “What the hell was that?”

“It’s fine. Can we talk? You don’t have to open the door. Why don’t you just take a seat and we’ll have a conversation?” Senina sat on the doormat and put her back against the door. She heard Naomi do the same on the other side of the door. “I’m going to tell you more about Daykan. I’m not doing this so you’ll change your mind. I just want you to have a little backstory about the man who loves you. Okay?” Naomi took a deep breath. “Okay.” “Given how chaotic his reveal was, I’m not sure if he had a chance to tell you. Daykan isn’t just a werewolf. He’s a hybrid.”

He took note that all the alliance members were present, as were the top mavericks from both sides and the vampire rulers, and he told everyone everything, down to the smallest detail of Gerella’s eye color. “Not like dark blue or sky blue but like pale blue, like sky blue mixed with grey.” Lucianne was holding onto her breath throughout the tale with Xandar stroking her waist with his thumb before she was eventually the first to speak when she said, “She sounds really pretty.” Toby appreciated that Lucianne didn’t just completely flush away his attempt to keep things lighter than it actually was, and said, “I guess hybrids have the best genes from both species.” Christian found himself sayi

I fired back at him just immediately as he stood still, still having so much rage to contend with as he looked me right into my eyes. "You ended up defiling the sacrifice. That was our only shot we had. Virgin hybrids are pretty rare because they get to start out their entire life even before they clock 20. And now, you think your father is scared of dying?? Oh bullsh!t…." I snarled as I looked away, punching the wall so hard as my fist left a mark on the wall.

her voice cautious as she shifted on her feet. Once we were all present and seated Rita began to tell us what she knew. She began to tell us how sorry she was for with holding such information stating that she had been sworn by the moon goddess to keep it secret until told otherwise. Rita told us that she was aware of a new evil being breeded into the supernatural world and that the choice of one of our own had helped create the gateway needed. That these hybrids were a combination of wolf and vampire, a creature created by an ancient vampire who had his own coven of witches. Being as the hybrid was a combination of both the wolf and vampire, she told us that they had the ability to shift at

“We need to be careful that we don’t do something wrong, that we don’t create something new.” “What does that mean?” Is he serious? “We’ve no idea what a vampire witch hybrid is like, it’s not been done. It’s not possible. The vampire side destroys the witch side, but that doesn’t mean it won’t become twisted with wolf hybrid using witch blood.” He nods. “I understand that fear, it’s why we’re doing it slowly, we don’t mass produce something and send panic through our people.” I don’t think he cares, but he needs to. He needs to consider how this can turn out. We’re not guaranteed to survive. “What happens if it strips our vampire curse?”