Goblin Breeder Novels & Stories

His brows pinched together and I blinked like a lost puppy. “There’s nothing wrong with that. Better than waiting for the car to arrive.” I finally responded and I wonder why my voice wavered in the process. He refused to carry me and now he’s pressed someone else is offering what he can’t? Additionally, he might be a guard but that meant nothing. I’m an omega too. We are basically no different from each other. If I’m being honest, his situation is less entangled than mine. I’m a pregnant breeder who will soon be abandoning her child, to go away with her mate to start a new life. That’s if the moon goddess fated me with Bryson.

“Wait a minute, are you the new breeder?” "Just right." The words scraped out between my teeth. Even now, especially now, on our first gods-damned meeting, he already knew that I was a breeder! I guess my life was more miserable than I thought. His eyes darkened with an unexplainable expression. It was a look that I couldn't quite place. "Why would you agree to be a breeder for that monster of all people?"

It was warm and thick, making her skin crawl. “No.” “Check her for the item.” Hands began to pat down her sides, roughly grabbing and pulling her limbs aside before fumbling beneath her torn cloak, then shirt. They groped her non-sexually for no one desired an Omega and they were perhaps the least sexually assaulted species in the wolf kingdom. Who would want to breed a population loathed by many, if not all? “Nothing,” muttered one of them and their hands left her briskly.

“Sera, look at this.” “This is bad. We should contact the commander.” She noticed that one of the goblins had a slightly bluish skin and a small horn on their head. It was a stronger species, an evolved goblin called a hobgoblin. Newbies can handle a single hoblin but a horde would be fatal. Team Alpha recovered enough to move. Sera and Sven were about to inform them to retreat when the earth rumbled violently.

And when it takes me fully, there will be nothing left of me, only the beast I have no command over. I inhaled deeply, as my eyes darkened at the thought. There was only one way to break the curse. By breeding an heir. My heir. And she is the only key. Valtira. The one who fate has bound me. If I claim her, and she bears my bloodline, the curse will shatter. But if she fails and time runs out… Then not only will I be lost, but my offspring, should I ever sire one, would inherit the same curse, doomed to carry the hunger through eternity.

“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.”

They were massive, with vicious red eyes, six to seven-foot-tall battle-scarred goblins with black skin and fire erupting from their eyes, they were worshiped not out of adoration but fear. The beasts could see in dim light within hundred feet like a vampire as if it were bright light, and in darkness as if it were dim light. But they could distinguish color in darkness, only shades of gray. Knowing this little fact, Celestina cast a spell that would be the disadvantage of their gigantic enemies. Even though it was draining her, she was able to conjure a spell, enough that could blind the varmints. She realized she doesn't stand a chance in close combat so she did what she knew was the best

“The continuation of our kind.” Emily stared at him in horror. “No.” Gabriel blinked lazily. “No?” “No,” she repeated, louder this time. “I’m not—whatever you think I am—I’m not breeding for you. For Jason. For any of you.” A flash of cold amusement crossed Gabriel’s face. “Breed? My dear, you think far too crudely.” Emily’s skin crawled. “We do not reproduce like humans,” Gabriel said. “We evolve. We create. We sculpt from purity.” His eyes darkened. “And you are the purest form the world has seen in a thousand years.”

Then there were the two goblins and a bodach, sitting at the table nearby. A bodach is a nasty male fairy whose pastimes include stealing human children. This particular one was old-man-thin with sagging, jaundiced skin and bulging, cloudy, blue eyes. Eyes which he set on us with shocked glee. Conri started to growl and stepped forward while Tiernan pulled his sword, but I went between them, held up a hand, and blew harshly across my fingertips.

“Thank you very much.” “She will never guess his name,” Aurien told me under his breath. “Goblin names are in the goblin tongue and constructed of syllables from both parents and grandparents, therefore unique to the individual. That is why the goblin does not protest, he knows that whilst Akyran has given the appearance of mediation to appease his mother and brother, it is not to his detriment. In three years, he will get the girl, uncontested.” “That is… cruel,” I whispered, sorry for the girl.