Goblin Breeder Novels & Stories

At her very young age, Amara Fairoza wishes to see one. "The Goblin's never been dead. Do you see how sad the sky is? When the Goblin is sad, the clouds cry." said by the same old woman when Amara was seven. "It's raining cats and dogs. Maybe, he's sad waiting for his bride to save him." still the old woman when she was ten. Amara learned most about goblins and other creatures from the streets and the walls. Books were limited in their humble town. According to the books, goblins were cruel beings. They abused their power and made the people suffer. All they wanted was to be the wealthiest and be the most powerful creature. It was believed that they bring bad fortune and will cause a pandemi

I hissed. “No, but I saw their crowns, bigger than what you could ever imagine,” she hummed. I knew her game, her answer was a question, and if I push any further, she was only going to let me down a rabbit hole of puzzles. I wasn’t going to play that game. Not tonight. “What do you see?” I asked, using a different approach. “Your breeder, stronger, faster, one with the blood mage,” she said. “What?” “She has become the war, the myth, the prophecy. She might be your end, for all the times you have made her bleed,” she cackled, finding her words funny.

But we all have one position we do not want to obtain: the Breeder. Breeders are the she-wolves assigned to become the pup producers in the pack. Their job is to allow the mateless warriors of Pine Paw to breed them, with no say in who their partner is, during the current breeding period. Its intended purpose is to add more wolves to the pack population and bring about stronger wolves for the next generation. Many wolves believe it to be an honourable position a she-wolf can obtain, but we all know the truth. Once you become a Breeder, you are nothing more than a slave, a tool for men to use your body for their own pleasure while they rape you into producing the next lot of pups for the pack

The scene unfolded in front of him in the most obvious fashion. While coming here, he was quite happy that he would be able to see what kind of beast it was. Sadly little gobbler gobbled that only chance, not even bones remained. Little gobbler did what he was good at, he gobbled the newborn. Creed wanted to cry because of this gluttonous idiot, but tears wouldn't come out. He was hoping to use the soul crystal for beast synthesis and gain some saturation points as well as some elemental affinity if his luck works out. Sadly, his idiot pet had put a dent in his intentions.

Arlen could not comprehend what was going on until his eyes opened and he saw four green-looking faces staring down at him. These were goblins- unsightly creatures formed from cultivational practices gone wrong. Despite their lack of good height, they did not pass at being cruel. They used to be common in Cloverdale, where they would steal children and the elderly. Standing on two feet like humans, they had shapeshifting abilities they used to lure their victims. Arlen could barely breathe as a three-foot-long tongue drooled beside him. "Hold him down. I'll get the knife," a voice he could liken to that of the innkeeper spoke.

I waved my hands around. The Assassin glared his eyes at the sperm-donor/warlock and narrowed his gaze again. "A terrible breeding line is what it is. Somewhere along the way, his ancestors were mating with humans, not of their mates, and got them deliberately pregnant. Supernatural genetic powers won't appear on the outside but hide deep within the genetic code. It has only been discovered recently by the whisperings of Bergarian that with great power they can summon these powers to the surface by dark magic." The sperm donor twitched, the vein on his forehead filling with blood.

You’ll need it. “Alright,” I murmur, a grin tugging at my lips, “let’s go.” My wolf lifts her head and lets out a howl that cuts through the still air. Her presence brushes against my mind, eager, and strong. She’s mentally fifteen now. Ezra and I are at forty percent. Professor Sloane has helped me more than she’ll ever know. - Goblins—short, green-skinned pests with long ears and crude armor. They never fight head-on. Cowards by nature. They swarm, corner, and separate their prey before dragging it down.

"With a million dollars, I can find plenty of girls to be the breeder but I thought you needed it most, so I offered. But since you're just an ungrateful b*tch. Then get lost." I was left rooted as his words left me speechless. I do need money and need to get myself out of here with my mother. But carrying a child for someone else...how could I know it was not another trick? 'NO! What the f*ck are you thinking, Crystal? The Moon Goddess is the only one who can give us a mate. It's a betrayal of the Goddess!' C*ssie hissed at me but suddenly I heard Bracky's furious tone.

I pressed my lips together. They were paired with selected human females — not for companionship, the record was careful to clarify, but for reproduction. The goal was to maintain and grow the human population at a rate sufficient to meet pack breeding demands. Once the contribution phase was complete, males were transferred directly to labor assignments. Transfer is permanent, the record noted. Contact between male contributors and their offspring or female counterparts is neither facilitated nor permitted, as emotional attachment represents a management risk. I sat very still. Elijah had been through this.

Therefore he spent all the time he had been training the beast with the best of his abilities. Nevertheless, all this time, Creed has been sneaking his radix clone to Glitch just to train his Inca Aves. That's the only way he could go to glitch whenever he wanted to meet Little Gobbler. Much to his surprise, In the past 4 months Little Gobbler has made quite a giant leap. He had made a massive progress. After training the beast for 4 months, Creed realized the beast had a massive amount of talent. The way the creature picks up on tips and techniques is just unreal.