Spotty Hot Tub
This is a fanfiction of the amazing visual novel spectrum of hybrids. ([https://tehguthroth.itch.io/spectrum-of-hybrids)](https://tehguthroth.itch.io/spectrum-of-hybrids)) i highly recommend checking it out, it's super awesome!
Gryphon Valley - Act 2
He began to bound towards the hybrid but stopped, pointed at the hybrid and yelled, "natanii! what!"
A brace of new problems
And then, as she stopped a few strides away from the creature, she realized that it was not quite as dragons appeared in their hybrid forms.
Walls Book 1 - Ch 15 : Secrets
It didn't feel right yet at the same time i had been the proponent of explaining to everyone that he was a hybrid at heart rather than a human. "vilkas?" someone said from behind.
The Great War - Part Two
The weapons the humans fired at the hybrid slaves were not very effective until they got in close, in which case the hybrids had the advantage.
Staying Human: Chapter Two
#2 of staying human in a post apocalyptic world, where a virus is turning people into vicious animals, eve, a half-woman, half-panther hybrid, must fight to stay alive and stay human.
The Meeting
The purebred noticed how shy and afraid the hybrid was. "you got any family with you?" he asked. the hybrid shook his head. "just boris," he mumbled again. "who's boris?" the malamute asked. "my...friend. he found me," the wolf-dog answered.
Hybrid Dawn-Part one: Emergence
He watched as the two hybrid girls went to their own families, then hugged each other and went their separate ways.
Walls: Reboot 9 - The Trench Coat
It wasn't 'old', and it did register as a hybrid wolf, but there was something about it that differed. he was a hybrid from another age, another type, another way of _thinking_.
Life in the Apocalypse: Chapter 27
If three hybrids against one metahuman was a decent matchup already, then _four_ hybrids would be more than enough to win.
Chapter Six- Roberta
Everyone was listening raptly to the hybrid as he spoke, nodding as he passed on each new piece of information.
Walls: Reboot 12 - The Looking Glass
There were hybrids of all manner, but each individual had something of their own style. one couple doing a waltz, another embroiled in an intense spin, a trio doing a serenade of some kind.