Werewolf Human Hybrid Novels & Stories

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.

Hambora yelled Causing Doctor Bonnie to frown and turn sharply "Seriously, you all need to relax Okay. Like I said, this is just a rough Experiment, I mixed the Werewolf Cells with the gene of a Frog so what we have here is an hybrid, Half Werewolf and half Frog Okay?" Doctor Explained while Glamora sighed as he placed a new Cigarette on his Lips Suddenly, a smile tucked Glamora's lips as he watched the claws which grew out from the Man's nails, his Fangs also petruding out while his irises [the black dog in the eye] had a mixture of red and green.

Vampires and werewolves are born, end of story. Now, here’s where things get complicated, and where my own story really begins. A vampire or a werewolf can mate with a human. The offspring? They’ll become a vamp or a were 99% of the time. That other 1%? They remain stubbornly, frustratingly human. Then there’s the Hibridni, or hybrid. That’s what you get when a vampire or a werewolf mates with a witch. The result is pretty rare: a vampire or werewolf with magical abilities. They get the best—or worst, depending on your perspective—of both worlds. It was always understood that a vampire and a werewolf could never produce offspring with each other. It was biologically impossible, a fundamental

Madness… something close to madness, that’s what I could see. “What did you see?” I asked slowly. He groaned in frustration, like I was a child who was too stupid to understand what he was saying. “A werewolf, Isabella! Must I repeat myself?” “And how… how did you know it was a werewolf?” “Because I saw it. Half human and half wolf. Theodare–the man I met–explains that when they look like that, neither human nor wolf, they are in their hybrid form. In between. Not man. Not a wolf. Isn't that fascinating?”

There are, also, the Lycanthrope, half-human half-wolf hybrid. But then there's me. I'm what you would call a True Hybrid: half-vampire half-werewolf. Since I am welcoming you to St. Vlad's, I'm going to give you a little crash-course on all things supernatural – well, at least for the species represented here and those we have to fear.

He despised humans and it was only reasonable after all the torture he had endured because of humans. "It's a g-glamour! I am a werewolf!" I exclaimed as I saw his eyes turning silver, he was getting angry. I watched in horror as his nails extended into sharp claws as he waved them in front of me, oh so close to the pulsing artery in my neck. I felt a spark of fear. It didn't matter how much I tried to think of him as Devon Knight, the agent at FRIO who had written all his feelings in a diary, but he was no longer just a werewolf, he was a hybrid. No normal werewolf was able to change any single part of their body without the complete change while he was able to sprout claws whenever he desi

Without feeling abnormal or out of place, but in those times, people who had dedicated their lives to be hunters of Werewolves had fought packs with all they had until most packs, including the moonstone pack had begun to live among humans and had kept our wolf side away from them, only manifesting within our territories. It had become less trouble when ordinary folks had started to marry Werewolves and began to produce a hybrid of werewolf with supernatural abilities as the moon goddess granted, and of course, a human part that was weak and susceptible to harm. Thus, these hybrids could both see at night as clearly as a Werewolf on a night and could sometimes have distorted view of the nigh

Meanwhile, a pair of yellow eyes belonging to a black werewolf in his wolf form was following the young woman, he was intending to have her for his supper tonight. Just as Cassandra came close to his proximity, he immediately dived into the air aiming for Cassandra's head, and just when he was about to dive Cassandra's head, another white werewolf in his human form caught hold of him using his claws. "What the hell?" That was my supper, Grrrrrhhh," The black werewolf grunted as soon as he changed back to his human form. "You are not going to have that young woman for your supper tonight!!." The white werewolf who happens to be a Hybrid (Vampire and Werewolf) yelled at the black werewolf angr

“This hybridism?” “I like it,” he shrugged a shoulder, deciding that she did not intend him harm. “Or some of it, at least. It means I will live as long as my mates do, and I can still shift into a wolf. There’s even a form in between wolf and man… But it’s difficult to hold, and we’re not sure if it’s a true form or something freaky that’s happened because we’re werewolves that have been made into vampires.”

The conversations around us fade, I take her hands into mine, “There’s no need for you to be afraid, my love. The transition from human to werewolf is not to be taken lightly but I know what I’m doing and it is something that has been done before.” I explained to her before that the conversion does not always work as desired when the human body rejects the wolf blood from the bite, the person may not survive the transition and stays in a hybrid state. They keep their human form but with wolf features like exposed canines and claws, the hair sprout in so many parts of the body making them look more beastly and menacing that they don't fit in the shifter’s not in the human's communities, hence