Wings Of Fire Hybrids Novels & Stories

One of the minions replied. “I don't care if she's got lasers shooting out of her fucking eyes, I gave you an order, now grab her!” She screeched into the air. All six of her minions ascended instantly, it seems her screech was just like the shift order that Alpha's can do. Each one of them screeched into the air, and poor Jeremy fell to the floor holding onto his ears, the sound of all six of them even made my ears ring a little, so I couldn't imagine what he was going through. I watched as each hybrid finished their ascension, and glorious raven black wings fanned out from each of them. Their eyes weren't white like ours go when we fully ascend, but they were illuminated like hunters eyes

“These three points right here, I’ve isolated as the fire in a fire dragon. All dragons have the ability to breathe fire, but a fire dragon has more points in their DNA for fire. Where an earth dragon may have one point for fire, a fire dragon has three.” He turns and looks at me and I nod. He moves over to my DNA. “You have five, Emmi.” “Five what?” “Five points of fire in your DNA. Whatever your shifter is, and I do believe that it’s a bird of some sort, it will have fire, fire that will be stronger than a fire dragon’s.” I feel like the walls are closing in on me. I knew my shifter was going to be bad. What did those hybrids do to me?

He could feel the hum of the fires, not through sound but through blood. By the time they reached the valley floor, the snow had melted into black soil. The fires burned without smoke, fueled by something unnatural. Around each one stood figures—tall, still, waiting. Not all of them were metal. Some were human. Some… something in between. Dante whispered, “Hybrids and hosts. He’s mixing them.” Aiden swallowed hard. “He’s building a network of minds. A living signal.” As if in answer, the flames surged higher. A whisper rolled through the valley, low and cold and everywhere at once.

So many of them already blamed her for Damien's death and the death of many other hunters, I needed to get to her immediately. I unraveled my own impressive wings as I used all my force to ascend quicker than I ever have before. My body began shaking with adrenaline as it burst into flames. With an almighty beat of my wings, I took off into the air like a flaming Phoenix. As I approached the mass of hunters, I could hear Freya beginning her speech. I listened hopelessly as she addressed them in her powerful and authoritive tone. “My fellow hunters. I know that most, if not all of you, know that I'm a hybrid, and I am sure that the majority of you would love to rip me apart right now! Well, I

He ran a hand down his face, "they were an abomination to out kind. Weird looking creatures that were born with obsidian eyes, hair as white as snow, wings that looked burnt with holes in them. To top it off, they had claws for fingers, and some were born with razor-sharp teeth that could bite its way through the steel. We simply couldn't allow those ones to roam the earth. Alina was lucky. All they had to do was remove her wings for her to pass off as normal." "How come I wasn't born with wings?" It was a good question. He shrugged, "I'm not sure but I think it has something to do with you being a hybrid. Either way, you're a full angel, no mortal blood to taint your development in the womb

And then, I run back into the fire. The flames roar around me, their heat a living thing, licking at my skin and threatening to consume me whole. But I don’t stop. I can’t. The hybrids are closing in, their grotesque forms silhouetted against the flickering light. Their eyes gleam with a hunger that has nothing to do with survival—it’s pure malice, a desire to destroy everything in their path. I throw a burst of fire at the nearest one, watching as it stumbles back, screeching in pain.

“But you’ll be gone.” And then I moved. Faster than his eyes could track, faster than the witches could react. My fire took over. No more compromises. No more second chances. No more mercy. I felt it before I moved. The shift. My body became flame incarnate, no longer flesh but vengeance wrapped in heat. My wings of fire unfurled behind me—massive, burning brighter than anything I had ever conjured before. I wasn’t walking anymore. I was gliding, a being of wrath.

“No, I don’t smoke. Yes, I can create fire. Why?” “Follow me.” Mira headed to one of the hybrids that managed to pass the first line. Instead of killing the hybrid, she locked the hybrid’s arms behind and kicked its knees to make it knelt. “Make fire. Don’t burn it. Just keep the fire close,” Mira instructed.

The voice booms before a crashing sound echoes through the hallway, followed by the sound of grunts and growls. Just then, the door crashes open, and a young boy rushes out. His golden hair is messy, and his body is thin. I have to give it to him; he puts up a pretty good fight when the officials try to stop him. His wings spread around him as he tries to fly away. Unfortunately, he doesn’t get far. Two officials tackle him to the ground and hold his wings tightly to keep him from flying. “Let me go!” He screams out. I look at his feathered wings with awe. My wings are a little different because they’re not completely made of feathers, which is why the Council knew I was a Hybrid.

"However, I wasn't going to allow his intimidation tactics to affect me. We had made too much progress to give up at this point. Making one last, synchronized push, I charged towards him once more, targeting his throat with my claws. Jaxon positioned himself next to me, our actions coordinated as we simultaneously took action, presenting a unified stance against the unknown. The top-tier vampire had strength, but united, we had greater strength. At that instant, I experienced a surge of determination akin to a burning fire within me. We weren't only a group anymore; we had become a close-knit family, connected by loyalty and a common goal. Feeling the surge of triumph, I sensed the connectio