Werewolf Hybrid Novels & Stories

After this, the very first hybrid was given birth; because he had a werewolf side when he grew up and had sex with a lady, he was able to impregnate her. When our ancestors saw that the hybrid could turn into a complete wolf without the full moon, it wasn't painful for him. As he could just turn without stress they began to formulate and look for ways or things to do to make the wolves turn at will and not be affected by the full moon anymore

Instead, I stared at Tobias who seemed like he wasn’t himself. “Werewolves can’t be vampires,” I uttered in disbelief and profusely shook my head. “They can. We call them the hybrid.” Hybrid. There couldn’t be any werewolves that were also vampires. This was against the law of nature and they just created an abomination like them. If the pack were already turned into hybrids, this would upset the moon goddess. Her people, the supernaturals she was taking care of, were now turned into monsters. “Tobias,” I heard Agatha uttered beside me. “What happened to you?”

My father was a vampire, some believe you should only mate with your own kind, my parents believed in the mate bond. My mother was exhiled from her pack, my father from his coven, that was fine, they were forgotten, until they had me... That's when the council decided they had to destroy me. I have always been aware of what I am, half wolf half vampire, a hybrid as my mother called me, I know the powers I could possess, i got my wolf, Nova at 16, but until I'm 18 I won't fully know my power. My birthday is in two days, I need to hide until I get my full strength, then I will get my revenge, I will kill all that were involved, first I need to survive.

I asked him. His look didn't waver as his eyes bore into mine, “She has gotten to the witch. The compulsion has worn off.” He told me. I felt my heart rate pick up as I watched him, waiting for him to tell me the dreadful news I was willing to risk my life for. I swallowed down heavily before I spoke, “What is it?” “You are a hybrid. A part werewolf and vampire, which is something rare which is why you have never heard of it. You can shift into a world but only when you want to, and it is painless unlike us.” He explained to me.

Its title was barely legible: "On the Origin of the Hybrid, Vamps & Wolves. I pulled it down with both hands. Not bothering to return to the study area, I flipped it open and began reading. The first hybrids had been forged during the Great War—when witches threatened to tip the balance of power. Werewolves and vampires, in desperation, combined their forces… and their bloodlines. The result was a creature that could match a coven of witches alone. Stronger than a vampire. Wilder than a werewolf. But nature hadn’t accepted them kindly. Every female hybrid had died shortly after birth. Their bodies couldn't contain the power, and they burned from the inside out. Even the females born of hybri

"Hybrid means that you are a combination of two species, you are a half-witch and half-werewolf, this makes you extremely powerful" I cant stop the emotions that wash over me: confusion, fear, shock, awe, awareness, tingling, power, and acceptance.

Like we were standing in a completely different world. I looked at Kaeren. “What kind of creatures can’t be compelled by vampires?” I asked. He didn’t hesitate. “Hybrid,” he replied. “Witch and werewolf.” I turned to him immediately. “What?” “Yes,” he repeated. “A hybrid. Someone who carries witch blood and werewolf blood. Vampires cannot easily compel them. Especially if their powers are active.” My heart started beating faster. A hybrid? Cynthia? No. That didn’t make sense.

"A woman I've never seen before. Not Silver Claw, she said. She knew about our meeting today, knew about Bella's research on the curse. She warned me to stay away." Silas's expression hardened. "Describe her." I did, not omitting any details—her appearance, her unnatural movement, her slightly-too-sharp teeth, her knowledge of both my names. "Hybrid," he muttered, his jaw clenching. "Had to be." "Hybrid? What do you mean?" He glanced around, then lowered his voice. "Half-human, half-werewolf. Born, not bitten. Rare, usually sterile. They have some of our abilities but can pass for human more easily. They've been showing up more frequently lately, especially around Silver Claw territory."

“That means it is time for our dinner. Looks like you’re the main course.” The savage thugs lingered to Scott as he cringed to the permanent underneath him. “Stop it, Stop it.” Scott murmured to himself. The werewolves attacked Scott as his body drastically shifted into an eight-foot muscular wolf humanoid with grayish blue fur and long, furry wings on his back. The vamp wolf stroked down the leader of the pack slashing away at his chest while the other werewolves pounced oct, Scott. But before they could make contact Scott’s body transmitted into smoke.

But now, when my barriers are down, there is kind of a hollow feeling seeing so much death around me. I wish there were a way to help them, but then I know when you leave your humanity, then there is nothing left to salvage. There are bodies of humans who turned themselves into this hybrid by introducing werewolves' blood into their system. Honestly, there were the worst, and there was this craziness that surrounded them, and there was no point of return for them. Rogues are born, but these hybrids are mad, and during the full moon, they face severe consequences of their greed.