Breeding Novels & Stories

“Can’t we go inside and talk there?” “Don’t push it, just say what you want to say and get the hell off my pack lands.” He was a stubborn little prick. “We are looking for a woman, a breeder.” I started. “Since when can our kind have kids?” living in the damned mountain meant he didn’t know most of the things that are happening out there. “They still can’t but we have found one who can fall pregnant. Her eggs if put in another by means of IVF do produce kids. She is the only one who can do that. she already gave birth to three kids by herself and ten through IVF using her eggs.”

You love your breeder more than you loved your own fated mate. A voice whispered in my head and I swallowed harshly when my heart skipped a beat and I didn’t try to deny it. It was right. I have grown attached to this small white haired female. I have fallen in love with her the moment her lavender eyes regarded me in fear and her sweet scent filled my lungs. But I have tried to deny it several times because I didn’t want to taint the memory of my old mate and my pup. It felt like a betrayal to start over and have a new family to care for someone new. When I thought of her as a breeder, things were different and easier.

“Don’t be naive son… For breeding of course. Legends say that fighters born to an opal queen are stronger and faster than any other wolves ... they are special” “I mean I get that it sounds ... intriguing for a pack”. I chew on my lip. “But I thought we were all about finding our mate ... imprinting and all that. It doesn’t really fit with the idea of breeding someone ... It sounds like she is a prize dog or something”. “I thought you didn’t believe in that”. He gives me a look. “But the buyer would not marry her. He would merely keep her and breed her with his strongest worries to see what would make the strongest match”.

Sterile women, deformed babies, pre-teen girls with fragile psyches and men bred for pliability and lack of aggression. The science of genetics dated back to 1866. That would mean roughly seven human generations. In turn, that suggested they already had a fatally poisoned male breeding population and their imperfect application of science made it worse, not better. The dilemma became how to introduce a strong male gene strain into the A****n breeding population.

"We're inducing an artificial rut cycle, hormonally forcing your body into a state where mating becomes a biological imperative. Quite effective if you ask me." Horror cut through the pain. "No." "Yes. Once the drugs reach full saturation, you'll be introduced to three females we've selected from compatible bloodlines. Your body will do the rest. Any offspring will be studied, cataloged, and potentially incorporated into future breeding programs." He tilted his head, studying me like a specimen. "You're animals to us, Mr. Hayes. Valuable animals with interesting genetics, but animals nonetheless." Rage flooded my system, momentarily stronger than the drugs. I

All Omegas are submissive, and only Omegas can get pregnant by someone other than their mate, which is why they're used as breeders. Breeders are essentially used like a surrogate, but it's against their will. They're forced to have a baby, and most of the time by rape. They are not allowed to raise their child or stake claim to it. Once that baby is born, it goes to its father and the claimed mate to raise as their own. This kind of treatment would never fly in the human world, but it does in ours, and here, we consider ourselves superior to humans… If we are so superior to them, then why are they getting it right when we are getting it wrong?

“What more, from what I’ve read in a few ancient books, witches used to apparently slaughter young children to maintain the balance of their feminine and masculine energies! Naturally, this enraged the public, which led to them working together with the forces from the ancient cultivating realm to exterminate the witches. But enough about that.” “The method the witches used is called the Breeding Refinement Technique. As the name suggests, it involves quite a lot of breeding and refinement. By the end of it, however, witches who underwent the process would find their witchcraft greatly enhanced! Witches who got to this point wou

CONTENT WARNINGS A-Z A: Alpha Dominance, Aggressive Mating, Anatomical Impossibilities That Work Anyway Expect dominant supernatural beings who don't ask permission twice. Mating that's rough, primal, and intense. Bodies that stretch and accommodate in ways that shouldn't be possible but feel incredible anyway. B: Breeding Obsession, Biting Everywhere, Bondage With Tails/Tentacles/Vines, Blood As Foreplay Creatures driven by instinct to breed and claim. Fangs and teeth marking skin in every sensitive spot. Restraints that aren't rope or handcuffs but living appendages. Blood-sharing as intimacy and feeding.

she stands beside Conri who is taking a break from his battle, tending the fresh wounds he got. "S-she's a crossbreed... but a different one." "What do you mean?" Risse asks while helping him cleans his wounds. Risse is also a Galen, a healer. "Her scent is different from you a-all...You know I can distinguish a race just based on their scents, and hers is very unique. I..I--" "Did you think she can help you with your revenge?" "Yeah.. she just needs cultivation. I'm planning to help her control her powers if we got married."

She hasn't mated for a while so it won't take him long to get her pregnant. -I'm worried he'll kill her in the process. It's a little violent during mating and she's so small. -He won't kill her- the man carrying her laughed, -He's a male, his instinct is to breed with a female in heat, not to mark her. We don't know how it works, but he is capable of tearing her apart and leaving her alive enough to give birth later. Puppies are very expensive, so we don't have the luxury of him doing his own thing. The training he underwent earlier also helped.