Werewolf Vampire Hybrids Novels & Stories

" He said that with a gush of pride stirring my anger. I glared at the Alchemist and questioned," By mutation you mean injecting vampire's blood in the body of a werewolf, right?" He nodded in guilt. Now I think that the attack on the northern territory of Crescent Pack was done by hybrids. It means Noah wanted to test the power of werewolves who were converted into hybrids. " Then what about the inter-breeding experiment between vampire and werewolf?" Alchemist smirked," It's for the birth of new breed ORIGINAL Hybrids. Pure blooded ones who have tremendous amounts of strength and they grow up into adults in a few years after their birth."

he says softly, “but intention means nothing when power like yours wakes. Your kind is known to be a walking disaster.” “My kind?" “Hybrids," the vampire lord says casually. “Abominable creatures that shouldn't be existing in the first place.” I stare at him blankly. “Seems like you are a bit lost," he scoffs. " Since you are going to die In…let's say thirty minutes, I'll just tell you what you have no business knowing." He steps closer, and I take a step back. " You see, hybrids are cross breeds, created by an ancient scientist. Back in the days before we killed all the witches, he killed them, used magic to absorb their DNA and crossed it with a wolf, producing your kind.”

Leslie groaned awake as Tara and Zak dragged a table across the shattered window and braced it with chairs. “Tom? You can’t be out of bed,” Leslie said, pushing up on her elbows. “Jakey, what’s happening? What are those animals?” “Werewolves,” Jake said, eyes not leaving the hall. “They’re real.” Tara peeled a slat of the front blinds. “They’re everywhere,” she whispered. “Sniffing. Hunting.” Zak joined her, jaw tight. “Can we make the car?” She checked—froze. “They’re ripping the W.R.X. to pieces.”

"You smell like a vampire." My heart sank. Of course I smelled like a vampire. I was half vampire. "I'm not here to hurt anyone," I said carefully. "I'm pregnant. I just want to go home to my mate." "Vampires don't have mates," another wolf said as he changed to human form. "And vampires don't get pregnant." "I'm not a full vampire," I explained. "I'm a hybrid. Half vampire and half werewolf." The moment I said hybrid, all six wolves started growling again, even louder.

Brendon's POV Fuck, now Eva will probably hate me like I'm some villain. But all I was doing was helping her to connect with her wolf's side. She has passed the age of shifting into her wolf form, to get her lost wolf back, she needs to kill. Also her wolf is no normal wolf, it's a hybrid which lusts over blood. The hybrids born from mating of werewolves and vampires are always dangerous , hard to get control over. And they will never accept the weak body for shifting because if they force themselves on weaklings, the shifter will die of severe internal injuries.

The old wolves shifted where they stood. "That symbol," Theron said slowly, "belongs to an evolving hybrid." The words hit like ice water. "An evolving hybrid," he repeated. "A werewolf born with both bloodlines who undergoes a second transformation. It happens once in a century, if that. Before evolving, the hybrid is trapped between two natures, neither fully in control. But once the evolution begins, everything shifts. The body strengthens. Instincts sharpen. Power rises. And the world begins to notice."

They had been givin a bad reputation of being murderous beast, thanks to the humans who told such horrible lies. These werewolves were the descendants of the moon. A better way of explaining it would be that the moon was their own version of God. She was the one who created the werewolf breed herself. She was or is the Moon Goddess. It was said that she gave them a very special gift, the ability to feel or sense who their true mate is. Its called the mate bond which is avery strong feeling that either one would beable to feel when they are close to one another. Like what a soul mate would be for humans. The wolf people had many tribes or packs, as they were called. Each pack would have a mal

the glowing and fun loving aunt was gone. “Why do you say that?” I asked politely. “Oh dear don’t you know the prophecy?” Hannah’s mom approached me and caressed my back. “What prophecy?” “A Lycan and a werewolf can never have a happy ending. Only misery, pain and blood will follow. The weak one always ends up losing their life in the marriage. And we all know that between a Lycan and a werewolf whose wolf does not obey her, who is the weak one.” “I know that prophecy.” I stated.

Andrews. I put my glasses on to look closer. I ask them; "Okay. We already know that have ever was in that tomb, killed a lot of people." "Not that part, Dr. Andrews. This section over here." I enlarge the image to look at it closely. My jaw drops as I see it. I ask the team; "Is that a-" "It is a werewolf! We have discovered the first actual evidence of the existence of a werewolf." I step back and say;

Just and old stained mattress and my bear to hold when the tears refused to stop falling. Living in the Orion pack was not all bad, they are strong and loyal, well at least they are when it comes to their own people, which I am constantly reminded I am not. Ten years ago, after three days of hiding in the hole beneath the Oak tree their warriors found me, small fragile and barely alive. My pack, the White Stone Pack, would not care for me after my parents died, I was not a pure blood and unwanted by everyone. The Luna of the Orion Pack, Sophia, took pity on me and allowed me to be raised in their pack. The Alpha only allowed me to stay to please his wife and only as long as I contributed to