Breeding With Bigfoot Novels & Stories

"What the hell is this?" "I was confused at first too," I admit. "But the driver confirmed my suspicions. Edward's even more insane than we thought." Pablo looks up from the phone. "Explain." "He's trying to start a new generation of his children. Creating the 'smartest and least flawed' people by combining his genes with other intelligent, beautiful women." The words taste like poison. "It's selective breeding. Human eugenics." "That's fucked up." "Extremely." I squeeze Rae's waist slightly. "He accepted Bridget because they share the same goal. Or at least they're both equally crazy enough to think this is acceptable."

"They destroyed people's ability to be human and called it an asset." "There's more." Doc pulls up another file, and I'm not sure I want to see it. "The breeding component isn't random. They're selecting for specific traits—empathic ability, divine affinity, physical strength. They're not just creating spies, Jolie. They're trying to breed the next generation of wolves according to Council specifications." The implications hit me like a blow. "They're playing god with wolf genetics." "They've been playing god for years." He corrects. "And they've gotten very good at it. Look at the success rates—ninety percent of conditioned wolves successfully integrate into their target packs. Eighty-five

Or that’s what it felt like to him. “You can’t be serious. They are trying to limit who can reproduce with who. All that purity of race stuff. Any gene pool collapses after a while.” This was something Becky learned about when she was studying about purebreds and the process of breeding. Who didn’t know about the Hapsburg chin or the Russian royal family anemia?

Mom told them that after the treatments, they would have to mate in wolf form when Tara was ovulating to increase the chances of conception, since the reproductive system of animals was more successful than humans. “I’m praying so hard for this to work.” She said with praying hands. “I will pray for you too. I can’t wait for all of our children to be running around with each other.” I gave her a loving smile. “Let me know if I can help in any way.” My mind went back to my healing powers to wonder if there was a way that I could heal Brody’s issues down there.

He eventually learned that no other female could please or satisfy him. But Sera, her scent..... Focus. He drove his fist into the training post, causing wood to splinter. The primal omega gene, that was what mattered. He didn't need to want her, he didn't need to feel anything. He just needed to complete the bond. Knot her, impregnate her. Produce heirs powerful enough to restore Ironwood's magic. It was a transaction, nothing more. He punched the post again, again, and again. "Alpha." He stopped and turned immediately.

My voice softens when I say, "I was told brides cannot bear children. Is this true?" His reply is so low I can barely hear him. "Yes. Only a true mate can bear a dragon." His sadness swells within me and it actually hurts. I have no explanation for the deep connection I have with him. It's like there's an invisible string attached to our hearts. His vibrates the string and sends messages into mine. I'm being the silly one now, so I speak to help dissolve the very real ache I feel right now. "That is much like it is for beastkind. Well, I guess not exactly. Before we figured it out, beastkind mates could only have sex with humans to procreate. After thousands of years of prejudice against oth

"There are two thousand on the good side, and seven hundred who disagree with what we are trying to do. They haven't tried to attack, they know they are outnumbered, but I fear if we let even one of them live, if one of them slips through or hides in with the good crowd, we will wind up at war again later." I look at her a question in my eyes. "What's that mean?" "You make new were wolves by breeding, right? Sometimes a bite to a human who chooses to join, but mostly you make your pack by finding a mate and making babies, right?" She looks pointedly at Sophia's growing stomach. "Yeah, we do. Why?"

I ask him, my heart beating fast, and he chuckles, but his face looks disgusted. “No. I don’t need a fucking surrogate. I need a breeder, and people from your bloodline have been known to carry a certain gene. So, I will breed you until you give me one or two pups. But to have them take over my lands, I need to make people believe I took in a mate, and that’s precisely why you’re here.” “I’m sorry. But I think you have the wrong person. My mother is from Mount High. You clearly don’t know what that is. It’s the most—”

Occasionally Dhiren took a breath and paused for a moment, but then he continued his story. “From the past, we Primates indeed have a very low birth frequency when compared to other Human Beast Clans. Even so, our birth rate is still relatively safe. Although, let alone for female births, even for male births there is rarely the birth of twins. It is very rare for primates to be born twins. Chimpanzees are always suspicious and find it difficult to form a genuine coalition with other clans. Starting to obsess about being able to find ways to increase our reproductive rate of offspring. They are very obsessed with being able to control a larger and wider area. The Chimpanzee Clan continues to

He turned to face her “breath Mj, long slow breaths kitten, sorry” He leaned against the wall and looked up at the ceiling, exhaling deep “She had this crazy idea that we would find Omega’s and impregnate them with her eggs and my sperm and somehow they would be strong enough to bring the pup’s full term.” Both Dante and Mj shivered in disgust as Dante continued his horror story, “then she started talking about breeding her mate with other Omega’s or even breeding him to my mate when I found her so that we could keep the bloodlines from running to thin.-”