Witch Werewolf Hybrid Novels & Stories

Vincent shook his head with teary eyes. "Be the strongest hybrid race!" Vincent still shook his head. "I have the pure blood of the wolves; if you had it, you would be another part of us. Quick, drink my blood!" Zach continued to hold out his hand. Vincent was still silent, and tears were dripping from his eyes. While closing his eyes, Vincent opened his mouth and sucked Zach's blood. Zach closed his eyes, holding back the pain, until Vincent finished. Mike, who was still holding Vincent, then released him slowly.

"Hybrid means that you are a combination of two species, you are a half-witch and half-werewolf, this makes you extremely powerful" I cant stop the emotions that wash over me: confusion, fear, shock, awe, awareness, tingling, power, and acceptance.

He said while staring off into space before he continued. "A witch had heard about what he did and was furious. It wasn't until much later they found out my great-grandma Lucil was a hybrid and she was half-witch. Back then hybrids were killed on sight so she chose her werewolf side when she found her mate." His eyes were starting to fill with tears and it was pulling at my heart so I intertwined my fingers with his and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

He stares at me sternly and sighs deeply with lips cracked and a little opening of his mouth. “Yes, I have fought a hybrid before, but that was at a young age. Hybrids are dangerous. They are the one thing that scares a werewolf more than a vampire. They are tougher and scarier because they have the strength of both a vampire and a werewolf compacted together. Now hybrids can work in the sun because of their Werewolf parts, unlike full-blooded vampires who can't behold sun rays. A hybrid has times two of a vampire and werewolf's powers combined but it also depends on the age.

My voice quivers with fear, and my wolf whimpers in my head at the thought of losing our mate and children to that fog. “I have already told you the kids and I are safe from it. There’s a reason only I went after the witches at the temple and left you, Finn and Lucy, behind. During all of this craziness and trying to get you back, I discovered I am a hybrid. I am descended from the original and only fated mates of a witch and wolf. Since I have witch blood, it makes me immune to their manipulations and the same for our children. The Moon goddess assured me they were.” My jaw drops as I listen to her. “What?”

Walter said kneeling down beside me stroking my cheek, there was a hint of pride in his voice, and Zeke just looked at me lovingly like he was also proud of me. I can’t believe she was finally with me, the goddess didn’t turn her back on me because I was a hybrid, because I wasn’t pure. She blessed me with a wolf after all these years of being told I wouldn’t get one, I had. This was the happiest day of my entire life; my wolf was here and she was mine. Trying to stand Zeke seemed like he didn’t want to let me go but did placing me on the lounge, while I was still unable to fully comprehend what was happening.

I didn't turn and that meant I was human. It was a surprise because that situation was rare. Even though my mother was human, werewolf genes were superior to that of men, so a werewolf always gave birth to a werewolf, but here I was a human amongst wolves, literally. It worsened my situation and everything got worse. My life, however, changed when Throgan came into my life. An heir to a growing business whom I met at one of the few parties I was allowed to attend.

As Carlos were about to mount on his horse, an arrow was hurled in his direction and he was swift to duck. We looked in the direction at which it was thrown and we were shocked to see three huge men with a cross mark on their forehead. We knew they were hybrids because that mark was an identification for them. They were hefty, muscular and as tall as giants. Their faces were scary and they looked aggressive as their teeth jolted out in their mouth. We knew these hybrids were part werewolves, part vampires. They are known for their strength and desire for power. They never had businesses with werewolves and Lycans but I wondered why these ones in particular were trying to attack us.

She must’ve given birth before she died. “Yes, I have a daughter. She’s a hybrid like you.” His daughter can be a hybrid since his mate was a werewolf, but I don’t believe I am. “Can you stop calling me a hybrid? I’m not part vampire.” “But you are.” “I’m not. I’m starting to think you’re crazy.” I can’t believe what he’s saying to me. I can’t be part vampire. That is ridiculous. “I’m not crazy. I’m one hundred percent sure you’re a hybrid. Only hybrids are gifted with the ability to mask their werewolf scent. That way, you can be a vampire.”

Her strawberry blond hair was so drenched in blood that one might mistake her for ginger while the rest of her body was filled with dried blood from the beating she received from that monster. "Once we get home I'll help her get cleaned and put her in some clean clothes, perhaps that will help to calm her so that I can talk to her." Yet I still have no idea how to have a werewolf talk with her, maybe Atlas is right. We need to find someone who would have some knowledge of humans transformed into werewolves. Surely one of the older council members should have some information even if a thing like this hasn't happened in hundreds of years. It is still part of our history. "Do you think she wil