Goblin Breeder Novels & Stories

Where pixies have control of the elements, Goblins were born with heightened senses, each blessed with one super sense, which made them amazing trackers and hunters and, occasionally, spies and assassins. Unlike in human storybooks, creatures of our realm could be identified by markings on their bodies. Pixies have wing tattoos that cover their entire back with the colours of the elements they control shading them, as well as small star tattoos that vary in color that line our neck and shoulder. The more stars, the more powerful the pixies ability is. Goblins have short fangs and claws, and their skin is tinged in green variations depending on the areas they are from and have facial tattoos

"Will born from sow. Sow strong Orc, give eight Goblins. But even strong sow needs two moons rest." After talking with Chief, Will left the cave and went outside, he finally understood the situation. Goblins procreated using other species females, but considering how strong Orcs were, he also ȧssumed it had to be a humanoid species, or else the Goblins would have just mated with random animals in the wild. It was much easier getting their hands on animals than an ȧduŀt Orc. This also probably meant there weren't any other types of humanoids in the area, if there were it would be easier getting their hands on them than Orcs. It suddenly dawned on Will the trouble they were in. In both eastern

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.

Damn him! A breeder. Not a wife. Not a mate. I was going to be a breeder. “You mean, the King will use my body, make me give birth to a pup and then what? He will take the child from me and I’ll never hear again about the baby?” I asked and O’Horan said nothing, he remained unmoved, his hands behind his back. “You’ll toss me into the dungeons? Or put me to work at the mines? I don’t want to be a breeder! And if I ever get to have a child, I will not be parted from it!”

He asked in a teasing manner. She wanted to throw her macaron at him, but recalling Agathus’ warning voice she held back with a frown. Alastair was glad to see that Alexis didn’t return his behaviour with a smile. ‘I should give Agathus that bonus’ he thought with a smile. ‘But more importantly…’ he frowned, knowing how difficult goblin infestations were to control. Countless deaths had been at the hands of those extremely small but strong beings. A goblin was the result of a feral dwarf. They lose their mind and shy away from the sun and then their skin changes colour and they attack any humans on sight.

"A little too young I see. But I don't think the goblins will mind." "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH ME TOU SICK BASTARD," Luna yells at him. "I'm not going to do anything. You see, goblins don't have any females in their ranks. They procreate by breeding with other females of different species, and like I said before I lost a lot of good soldiers today and I need to grow my army. You might not be able to produce any children yet, but I doubt that they won't try to have their way with you. For now, we will just keep you alive until you can. The other women here have been producing young goblins for us for a while now."

I felt a cold chill run down my spine. I raised an eyebrow, "What happened? Why were they fighting? Was it over territory?" Titus grimaced, "No, Your Highness," Titus said, shaking his head. "It's a woman, Your Majesty. A Breeder and her baby. Zander want to take them from Malachi." "A Breeder?" He repeated as if to be sure. "Yes, my King. " He replied solemnly. My heart raced at the mention of the word 'Breeder.' Not only did it remind me of Felicity, my stubborn Breeder who had ran away.

“What does he want now? Another apology laced with justifications?” Daniel gave a half-shrug. “He wants you to prepare.” “Prepare?” My voice cracked. “For what?”He hesitated. “Company.” he said softly,I blinked. “What kind of company?” He cleared his throat, gaze dipping slightly. “The breeders. From West Reign. They’ll be arriving soon.” I stared at him, unblinking, The room suddenly felt too small. “Breeders?” I repeated, voice sharp enough to cut stone. “I thought he burned that contract.”

another of the males standing by Isolde’s right chimed in. “That’s going to cost a fortune, you know? Getting a fine breeder to bear you a pup and paying a fine wet nurse to feed the pup,” his friend reasoned. Isolde realized then how things were being done in Abbator. The males pay for the breeder to sleep with them and knock them up with their pups. Then when the breeder gives birth, the male comes and claims the baby and also gets the baby a wet nurse. That was how they boosted their population. Isolde couldn’t help but wonder how many babies had been born in the domain since she came.

What was that for? Did this damn warrior fall for my breeder?