Breeding With Bigfoot Novels & Stories

"Guys, come take a look at this." We all gathered around her as our eyes collected the information on the page. "The Breeder; is a woman who is capable of birthing multiple supernatural babies at once." Ingrid read. "And you believe that our mate is a breeder?" Talon raised his eyebrow at her, but she didn't answer, she just continued to read. "Listen to this. The breeder can be a she-wolf, dragon-shifter or a bear-shifter and in some rare cases a human."

I managed to ask. "Six months for me. Some have been here longer." Six months. Half a year in this cage, being studied like a lab rat. The thought made me want to vomit. "What are they doing to us?" Maya's expression went flat, empty. "They're breeding us. Trying to create wolves with specific traits—stronger, faster, more controllable. Most pregnancies fail. Some babies are born wrong, deformed. They keep trying anyway." The horror of it crashed over me in waves. This wasn't just imprisonment. This was systematic exploitation, genetic experimentation on living beings.

- she yawns - And what does it have to do with you? Can two people of different species have a child? - Depending on the species, no. Like werewolves, they only breed with each other by the Moon Goddess bond. What I want to explain to you is that it is almost impossible for the DNA's to merge. - she looks up - I think the example will be me - Say it down. I gather the branches to make a pillow and cover myself fully listening with complete interest.

Their eyes glowed gold in the darkness—a clear werewolf trait. They seemed to be under some kind of spell, painfully shifting back and forth between their human and wolf forms. "Look!" Tiffany’s voice screeched, dripping with triumph. "Behold Mr. Blackwood's precious 'pets'!" She gestured to the cage. "These are the monsters this woman birthed!" The entire ballroom was silent. Everyone stared, their eyes wide with shock. A human giving birth to werewolf pups? It was the ultimate taboo. "She's human!" Tiffany shrieked, her voice echoing through the hall. "And she gave birth to these half-breeds! These monsters that can turn into beasts!"

“Yeah, who isn’t after they came back and started messing with things?” “Fine. They messed with us physically with science and magic. The pheromones were their way to make sure we had lots and lots of pups. Keep a mated pair together and let them breed pup after pup for Fae armies.” Tara blinked at Cal, absorbing this information. “You’re saying we’re programmed to make pups? Then why is it so difficult to have pups? My mother only had Eddie, and me. They were together for a long, long time.”

Julian had sped off with Eloise on his tail. "That shouldn't be possible," Max mumbled. "Why?" I spoke for the first time since dinner started. Max's yellow orbs met mine and he sounded like a broken man," vampires have to find somebody genetically compatible to breed. The rate of childbirth in our brood is extremely low. Less than ten babies are born a year. Not all of those babies even survive." "It doesn't sound too impossible...?" I asked, confused, receiving a hard squeeze on the thigh from Gideon.

He would kill any one of them without hesitation when he was hungry, bored, angry, or just plain pissed off at anything in general if Lucas didn't insist on selecting certain characteristics of the species to condemn them with. Although he must admit, the females of the species were fun to play with and in reality, he had no choice but to mate with them, for there weren't any females of his kind. Contrary to popular belief, his kind wasn't created by a bite, they were bred. There needed to be a human female and a male of his kind, and only the males adapted his powerful characteristics when they hit puberty.

"He gains control." "There's more to it." Brandon pulls up files, documents with Adrian's name stamped across them. "Your father has been researching mate bonds for years. Before your mother died. Before any of this." "Show me." Brandon turns the laptop. Medical journals. Research papers. All highlighted, annotated in Adrian's handwriting. One phrase appears repeatedly: genetic compatibility for enhanced offspring. I feel sick. "He wants to breed us. Like we're dogs." "Not us," Brandon says quietly. "You. With someone he chooses. Someone whose genetics complement yours in ways that benefit him."

“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.”

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.”