White Wolf Dog Hybrid Novels & Stories

"But she can't even shift!" "Because her wolf is dormant, waiting for the right trigger to awaken," Kaiser says. "The old texts speak of this- a white wolf so powerful that her abilities remain hidden until pure will wakes her wolf up. With dark magic, I can not only awaken her wolf but bind it to my will. How could I not have known that she is the white wolf? Her father, Alpha Harry, is a gray wolf- a hybrid. His great grandmother was a white wolf and she got married to a black wolf and their lineage became grey wolves. Alora beat the genetics- she used the last surviving white wolf, the last sign of the white wolf. She is the one that the prophecy talks about,” he says with a smile

she sighs. “Did your granny ever say that werewolves and witches were real, or did she only tell you stories?” I ask. What my wolf said about her being part witch, part wolf is weighing heavily on my mind. ‘Hybrid. The term is Hybrid.’ My wolf corrects me in an unusually friendly tone. His bipolar attitude is starting to give me whiplash.

"Yes, Luciana. We're trying to say that you're no longer an ordinary werewolf. But a hybrid. Half werewolf and half witch." Elijah muttered as he nodded his head in quick movements. His uniquely bright hazel-colored eyes immediately looked at me seriously. "But this all sounds so ridiculous, Elijah. I mean, how can a werewolf just turn into a hybrid? As far as I know, hybrids are born only by the combination of two types of immortal beings from the father's genes and also the mother's genes. Then how could I, who was born a werewolf, just turn into a hybrid. Even more so as half werewolf and half witch. How can I understand that? That's ridiculous, Elijah. I'm pretty sure that my wolf soul j

"Does this mean that this Alpha is a hybrid." A heavy silence filled the room. "I cannot say for certain—" "Before you finish that thought, I have seen him shift into a wolf." The mage swallowed. "Then it is rare, brother. There is no record of a hybrid being born. Even among mixed bloodlines, one either takes the father's side or the mother's side. That is the way of things." Uthred smiled slowly. "Then we have our first hybrid." The mage's eyes gleamed. "I know a way to find out for certain."

I always wondered why there are no black wolves in the modern world. More precisely, why I have not yet come across one. After all, my inner beast is a black wolf. And the answer was simple - I'm from another world, the world of magic and sorcery. Also, the gift of fire flows in my veins, and after traveling to the universe of my ancestors, I was finally able to curb it. It was only after visiting the house of my grandparents that I managed to truly learn how to control my flame. Now I will no longer allow you to wipe your feet on me, because my strength is in no way inferior to the strength of any alpha male. The frightened puppy is a thing of the past and, if necessary, I will force everyo

Xylon saw the surprised looks at mention of a Dire Wolf. "One day he came to me with an amazing discovery. He said that Werewolves could possibly carry a dormant Dire Wolf gene that, if turned on, could make our present day species bigger, stronger, more able to survive with humans in a changing world. I let him continue his research, thinking he was looking to the future of our kind. I was wrong. I should have stopped it immediately." He heard the muttering of agreement from the group.

It twisted away, its body a blur of motion, and its jaws snapped shut on the white wolf’s shoulder. The white wolf let out a sharp roar, a flash of red staining his pristine fur as the hybrid’s teeth pierced deep. He shook violently, throwing the hybrid off, and spun to face it again, a new rage burning in his eyes. The hybrid, with its strange speed and cunning, kept darting in and out, leaving new gashes on the white wolf's legs and flanks. The white wolf, stronger and more brutal in his attacks, tried to pin the smaller wolf down, to end the fight with a single, crushing blow.

Lucas stood up, not wanting to hear James' opinions. "I won't stand in your way, but know this. The second you mark her there will never be a chance for you to claim your real mate. You will also cause her excruciating pain and if you ever are lucky enough to meet, the two of you will know right away and you will both know what you did. We can only be bound to one wolf." "You're right. I don't have compassion or empathy. I'm an asshole. What makes you think a mate would change that?"

They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children. Yet, as centuries passed by, due to their power the group was viewed as a broodmare, only there to keep a line pure and blessed. Due to this, the endangered group of wolves was forced to hide, away from natural werewolf society. Some had eventually forgotten the trait within them, living their life as normal human beings.

I say. “Yessss, I know. Her symptoms will continue to get worse. She should have never turned into a wolf. Now, they can find her, they can speak to her, and if they so choose, they will kill her,” Alexander says. “I do not understand,” I say. “It is quite simple, my wolf son-in-law; she is a hybrid and a mighty one at that. That is why they killed her mother, and I hid Kate away,” Alexander says. “Who is Thomas?” I ask.