Breed Novels & Stories

It was drivel, the same sort of drivel Magnus listened to all day and knew how to ignore - a strategy that provided more time in which to think his own thoughts. Slowly, reluctantly, Magnus had allowed himself to believe that the cabal would make a useful counter against the sometimes inordinate amount of influence that the free breeders seemed to wield where the Confederacy was concerned. A danger that he, as the product of a free breeder union, must be especially sensitive to.

It was warm and thick, making her skin crawl. “No.” “Check her for the item.” Hands began to pat down her sides, roughly grabbing and pulling her limbs aside before fumbling beneath her torn cloak, then shirt. They groped her non-sexually for no one desired an Omega and they were perhaps the least sexually assaulted species in the wolf kingdom. Who would want to breed a population loathed by many, if not all? “Nothing,” muttered one of them and their hands left her briskly.

Andy further explained his reasoning. “They are slightly reserved with strangers yet naturally curious and tolerant. They can live happily together with other domestic animals but will ruthlessly chase the neighbor’s cat. They are also gentle and very affectionate with children. They rarely bark but will give notice of strangers approaching their home. We’ve often trained them for farms. As they will kill mice and rats, and it’s not indifferent to feathered game, but the latter use will make the breed lazy and untidy in the hunt; its constitution needs the challenge of the true chase.” he explained.

I asked finding it difficult to know how to help “Well while she was having her birth, she kept saying ‘Max’, when I asked her mom who max was, she said it’s a puppy from a cartoon she loves watching, by the way she’s four” ‘Great, you could get her a puppy then seems she loves it” “What breed and colour?” “let me look up kids cartoon online, and see if I can find one that has Max a puppy in it, then we could check out the breed and colour and get something similar” “Melanie you are wonderful” “Seen it, Max is a golden retriever, brown colored” I disclosed happily “Could you accompany to a pet shop please?” “Sure"

I didn't love her less, my love for her increased and I want her to be by my side until the day I take my last breath but there's something I have always wanted, which is to have a child, an heir. I was lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice Fred, my Beta and best friend walk into my office. "I have found a solution " He said while facing me. "What kind of solution?I don't want to hear those of your silly jokes and ideas " "I'm here as your friend who cares about you, I will appreciate it if you listen to me " "What do you have to say " "Let's find you a breeder " "What? No way!!!" "Yes way, do you have any other ideas? Judging from the way you are staring a

“A while back, I got a breeder—” “Breeder number what?” I asked him. It was a method of identification he once used the close time when we were having some random discussion. He looked glad for a bit then replied, “Breeder number two. She was from a little pack that was troubled by savages. After helping them defeat their attackers, the alpha gave away one of the daughters of his breeders as mine. It was great, you know. She was the first breeder I didn’t personally go in search of, rather she was kind of given to me as a thank you an

By now, Kimberly, Sheryl, and Ertan were already at the racetrack. Kimberly has put on the safety gear to ride the horse. She was pulling a big brown horse with black, bushy horsehair. The horse's name was Shetland, and it came from Arabia. Arabian horses are one of the oldest horse breeds. As the name implies, this horse comes from the Arabian Peninsula. Its height is 145–155 cm, with a weight of 360–450 kg. The color varies from black to white to brown to gray.

Axel and the other wolf collide, feral against feral. I jump back against the force of them. Axel claws and snarls, sinking his fangs into any place he can. The wolf tries to retaliate, but he’s a bloody mess after just a few animalistic bites.

"Don't let the bones fool you. The breeder pens feed them lean. Less meat, more value when the pups take." My blood ran cold. Breeder. I knew the word. We all did. Breeders didn't serve in kitchens. They didn't clean floors or scrub boots. They were bought for one purpose, locked in a bed until they swelled with pups. Wolves needed heirs, and wolves bred true only when the bloodlines were strong. Humans, though weaker, were useful. Our wombs stretched. Our bodies bent. And we didn't have a say. The crowd stilled. The air shifted. A presence slid over the room, heavy as shadow. My skin prickled. Ev

Elena pov I leaned against the doorframe watching her face pale when she heard my voice. I asked her calmly who she was talking to and she stammered out that it was her wolf. I blinked at her unsure I had heard right. Breeders never had wolves. That was the first law of nature as far as I knew. I tilted my head and studied her. “I didn’t know breeders get the chance to have their own wolf to the extent of talking to one.”