Breeded Novels & Stories

September 17 Quinn has told me there are those among the wolfin' who can breed with wolfin and create a new generation. These breeders are called kin, sometimes referred to as kinfolk. Quinn was trying to explain how wolfin society works, and as best I can tell, the wolfin are created through genetics. There are recessive genes and dominant genes and they, the wolfin, can smell it on others. I still don't understand any of this; I am a little over my head, but I am learning. I have discovered something interesting though. It seems all kin are born with a mark, kind of an imprint on their body. Whether they are aware of the birthmark or birthright is unknown. I was told that all wolfin

My throat closes around the words. “If they’re captured and forced to be a breeder,” Ella whispers. Her hand brushes against mine in silent recognition of the painful memory of my mother. I let my fingers drift over hers in the shadow of her cloak before curling my hand into a fist and shoving it into my jacket pocket. “His parents being mates is nearly impossible but true in their case.Offspring between the two species is even more impossible. It shouldn’t happen, which is why you’re so damn unbelievable.”

“But I need you to trust that nothing will take me away from my family.” “I trust you and I love you,” she leaned in closer to his ear and said. “If we have a girl next could we stop at that?” Archer chuckled the stress lines on his forehead away. “My warrior princess walks into battle without batting an eyelid, but quakes at the thought of childbirth. I want six children my love.” “Three is my final offer. Take it or leave it,” Adalia said sternly. Three children who were 'Bred for Duty'.

The smell of cinnamon and freshly baked bread clung to the air like hope that refused to die. Aria Hudson set down a tray of steaming muffins on the counter of her tiny bakery, Sweet Haven, her palms still warm from the oven’s heat. She’d decorated the display with the precision of someone who knew aesthetics mattered almost as much as flavor. Each pastry was placed at a perfect angle, every cup of coffee poured with care. It should have been a comforting sight. But this morning, like so many others, the sight felt more like lost hope.

"We're asking you to exercise dominance. We're asking you to look at thirty-seven packs and decide which ones are strong enough, worthy enough, to carry your heirs into the future." Elara felt her entire body tense. "What you're suggesting," Elara said slowly, "is that I sleep with multiple Alphas. That I become pregnant with multiple heirs from multiple fathers." "Yes," Thorne said simply. "That's what a true Breeder does. She carries the future of our species in her body. She creates unity by mixing bloodlines. She ensures that the next generation of wolves will be united by blood bonds that transcend pack loyalty." "That's insane," Kieran said, and there was genuine concern beneath his an

"Garrick, calm down and listen to me, I am fine now." "Vanya, the doctor explained everything while you were unconscious, even though you inherited our mother's powerful fox abilities, that was never the true source of your pain, Garrick explained, his voice shaking with anger. Fox's naturally have smooth, easy births, but because Kaelven belongs to the lycan family, carrying their cub means going through painful labor." What are you talking about, Garrick, get to the point.

He leaned back against the wooden porch railing and crossed his arms, exchanging a loaded look with his brothers before turning his gaze back to me. "Actually, the reason you were brought here wasn't just to be a bride." I looked up from my boots, letting the cold wind bite my cheek. I didn't understand the math. Brides were for political alliances. Maids were for manual labor. There wasn't a third option. Certainly not for an Omega built like me. What else could I possibly be here for if not any of those? Kenzo let the heavy silence stretch out for one long, agonizing second. "You were sent here to be a breeder."

“Breeder? That’s just a fancy word for a whore.” At this point, Daphne was literally breaking down, but she managed to maintain her composure. Her hands were shivering. She couldn’t even hold the cutlery. “Is this true, Jordan? Is she an omega breeder?” The king queried in a calm but aloof tone.

yellow skin. You see their skin has taken in so much UV light from their many suns that it literally glows... Their planet has no night. I don't know much more about them... They have six competing in the harvest. Froles come from the planet Frole. They are slim and fast. Frole has almost no trees so their speed and slim builds come in handy when hunting. They are wild-like in personality and features. Their skin is striped from their head down to their toes. They are striped so they can blend in with the grass that covers most of their planet. They see great at night and are similar to the big cats on your planet when it comes to hunting. They typically choose females from their own planet

She didn't fear death. "Maybe I will make you a breeder for our clan first." He tried instead. She just smirked. "Is that a threat? I thought breedmates were honored and respected or did you finally realize those three terms don't go hand in hand?" "A breeder and a breedmate are two different things." Of course, it sounded the same to humans. "Let me guess." She said taking a step back. "A breeder is only used to breed but a breedmate is someone who is your mate but you also reproduce with them."