Wings Of Fire Quiz What Hybrid Are You Novels & Stories

“I’ll never get over how beautiful they are.” Just like Nia, and her mother’s wolf, Leia, Belle’s wings were the perfect shade of blue with lilac shading and golden streaks along the outlines. When they fluttered, they sparkled as though they were decorated with diamonds. Because her most prominent ability was fire, many people expected her wings to represent that and be a delicate shade of orange. But Belle’s fire element went much further than the standard faes abilities, she was of royal blood after all.

I said dropping a feather to glide downwards. A murmured growl acknowledged the hit, he apparently already knew. That growl gave me goose bumps. I watched in relief as he walked over by the door to grab the discarded pie bag and spilt coffee cup. Coffee had leaked out and made little tree root designs along the floor. I felt bad about that but he started it. Standing up he looked at me where I was perched. "Well, you are definitely not an Angel, not with those dirty wings, but, you're not simple, I'll give you that." The dig on my wings stung, they weren't the pretty ethereal white of an Angels but resembled melted cookies and cream ice cream.

“Swear on my best stilettos.” Raven glanced toward the hallway, then back at Cherry. “Ozzy.” Cherry recoiled, scrunching her face. “Eww! Raven, come on!” “I know,” Raven muttered, staring down at her hands. “But he talks too much. If I can get him to think I’m just dumb and flirty, maybe he’ll say something useful. But not if it’s obvious.” Cherry’s grin returned. “Girl, you’re playing with fire.”

She got on her feet and backed me, pacing in deep thoughts. She then turned to face me and said, "I don't know why you saw that dragon but whatever it meant, I also don't seem to understand." "Why am I having these dreams all of a sudden? And why does it appear to be real? This doesn't make sense." I questioned, trying to understand. The witch smiled at me and said, "Those dreams are manifestations of your first power, Camelia," "Do you also realize you're a hybrid?" "A hybrid?" I asked, my eyes widened in shock.

“I’m due to take over my father’s reign soon enough. I think I can decide what to do with you.” “How old are you?” She asks out of the blue. “Twenty one. How old are you?” She doesn’t answer me. “You don’t smell like a Lycan.” “That’s because I’m a Hybrid.” Her eyes drop back to the ground. “Hybrid?” “You haven’t heard of us?” “No, should I have?” “We are a combination of a Wolf and a Lycan. We can shift between them depending on what is needed.” “Always something new.” She mutters, rolling her eyes. “Next there will be fairies and goblins living among us!”

Zachary glanced at me. Instead of getting mad, he scrutinized me apathetically. Wynnie, who was beside him, suddenly said, "Mr. Lowe, Yas has shown talent as a pilot since she was young. She got her license when she was 18. At 22, she has already outperformed many experienced pilots. She's made it this far through her own efforts." Wynnie's voice was as gentle as her smile in the photo from 20 years ago.

Xavier said. "I am an hybrid, proof that both werewolves and witches are not bad. I am in love with a werewolf, my best friend is a wolf, my... my closest relative... who died today... is a witch, and I love them all, it is not about what we are. believe me, if this continues you are all going to end up with no family, just like I ended up! My father, my mother, my brother, Aunty Sarah, they are all gone, Fighting! Why fight when we can do things right?! Why kill when we can heal?! Why hate?! Witches and wolves, Let's come together and form a new moonstone!"

Ian got up from the chair, staring at Ava. When she came to a stop in front of him, she looked into his eyes with her glowing green eyes. "Didn't I tell you before? I am a fire. If you get closer, I will burn you. Look at me very carefully. This is me. A Fire witch and an Omega—a hybrid." Ian could not take his eyes off of her. Her beautiful eyes captured her, making him freeze in his state. He recalled that he experienced burning on his wrist when he visited her home in the Thunder Howl Pack.

“Explain this.” “I can’t!” “Try.” “I don’t know!” I yank the cuffs so hard the table rattles. “One minute I’m taking out trash, next minute vampires want me for dinner and my wrist shoots fireworks!” “Hybrid,” he mutters, writing it down. “Hybrid what?” “Half wolf , half vampire,” he says like it’s obvious . “Impossible . Until tonight .” I stare at him. “You’re insane .” “Look at your hands.”