Wings Of Fire Hybrids Novels & Stories

You can as well call me Joseph the fucking Dreamer. I squint my eyes looking at my twins and they seem human to me with their beautiful gray blue eyes in their tailored suit, plump pink lips, long lashes to die for, neatly shaved defined cheek bones. Gosh I just want to rip out their clothes and lick them, kiss them, fuck them... Girl get your head outta the gutters. Shit sorry. Now what the hell do they mean by that word hybrid and where have I heard that... 'Hybrid! Hybrid!! Hybrid!!! OMG they're like that movie I love watching. Think girl, think yes...Underworld.'

I didn’t want to pull on my wings because I really liked the hoodie I was wearing, and my wings would make mincemeat of it. I caught her eyes and all I could see was anger and hatred boiling in them. I pushed with my aura so hard my hands felt like fire against her arms. She started making a sound that was close to pain and then suddenly Cash pulled us apart. I was now standing behind Cash as he faced the clawing wolf himself. “Stop it, before you get hurt!” Cash growled at her. She immediately stopped and started sobbing as she quickly rubbed the burn marks on her arms that my hands had left behind.

They tumble back on the floor with Aria's bare back against the cold tiles but she didn't care as flames of fire was erupting through every fiber of her being, rendering her immovable as she continued to squirmed and moan beneath him. Aria senses were hypnotized by his bare chest that shone with glimmers of sweat with a mixture of his manly aroma that has a faint hint of olive. His mouth taste like a freshly brewed coffee. Warm and bitter sweet as Aria found herself reaching for more. Aria could feel his groin grinding against her thighs,reminding her of his needs to bury himself within her contrasting walls as her own buds could only remind her of a deep craving within her soul. She wanted

Tobias rubbed his bruising jaw as he gathered his feet under him to lift himself off the ground, his wolves; six thickly muscled bodies, began to emerge into the circle of light. "She's my mate!"Ciaran growled, thunderously. "Hybrids can't have mates. They're half undead." the short brunette snarled, half shifted. Runa squelched her fear and jumped out of the back seat to defend her mate. Anger fueling her, her shift was quicker than usual. Looks of shock covered each male face, wolves included, at the sight of her huge red wolf. She released a deep guttural growl as she stood infront of Ciaran and Jake. She lowered her head, widened her stance and bared her elongated canines. Her eyes were

Sage had known the risks of an affair with a Lycan, especially while she was a witch. But it seemed her heart had overruled her head, and now she had to face the consequences of that decision. Taking a deep breath and surveying her reflection one last time in the mirror, Sage saw the signs of her accidental pregnancy that she was unable to hide. Her hybrid identity signified by the stardust glimmer in her eyes was undeniable, and so was the biggest decision of her life she was about to make – to run. She knew it was only a matter of time before her secret would be exposed, and she had to leave before that happened. Sage's cautionary tale is one for witches everywhere - if you follow your hea

Marvin muttered, “Told you so.” He yanked the silver katana free and dropped it to the ground. _Clang._ Kelvin and Marvin’s wings burst open. They took to the air as the hybrids kept attacking. Holy water splashed across Marvin’s wing and it seared. He nearly lost balance mid-flight, but Kelvin caught him. They flew to the cave they’d called home for decades as they warred with the hybrids. “Woah,” Kelvin muttered. “That was intense.”

They stretched wide behind him, crackling with heat so intense the air rippled. Rowan stared, frozen. Kai swore under his breath. “Those aren’t fire wings. They’re something else.” Mistara stepped forward slowly. “Those are the markings of the Unbound Flame. A form that should not exist.” Rowan forced her legs to keep moving. “Azeriel listen to me. You can control this.” “I can’t,” he whispered, voice breaking. “It hurts.” One of the wings twisted violently, sending a streak of dark flame toward the sky. The summit trembled again. The fire from his body rose higher, pulling, swirling, trying to break free of everything holding it down.

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill this fake Isidore!" "Liar!" I shouted. Flames erupted from my mouth, scaring countless warriors into running away from me. I spread my wings as I spewed fire and flew toward Galen. My wings were fully spread, and they were longer than my body. As I flew, I blocked out a large part of the sun. The warriors looked up at me in shock from my shadow. I have grown accustomed to my wings. Flying high, gliding, landing, turning. I use my wings as deftly as I use my hands. They have been completely accepted by my body as my new organs.

They flare on either side of me and when I stand, the points arch to encompass a wide scope of the ground, causing the others to back away in shock. Because I have wings. Wings of fire.

A perfect mix of his fire elemental side and his Alpha wolf. The Hybrid. As soon as the Red Wolf appeared, the sky darkened. I tore through the vampires who were caught off guard by the sudden transformation of my brother. But that was only the beginning. Eros let out a damning growl, and in a matter of seconds, the sky tore open, raining down brimstone. Chaos erupted, turning thousands of vampires to dust in a matter of seconds. I pushed through the havoc, killing anyone that was lucky to escape being hit by the brimstone with the other men when the air suddenly felt hot - so hot the ground beneath felt like fire.