Goblin Breeder Novels & Stories

"Miss Clara, did you eat anything unusual during pregnancy? This child should have been normal." Clara's face went pale. Her right hand shook as she pulled a vial from her sleeve and handed it to the healer. "I took this. Can you save my child?" The healer didn't answer right away. She opened the vial and nodded knowingly. "This is essence from the goblin clan's fertility pods. There's an old remedy: one dose daily for thirty days guarantees pregnancy. But it shouldn't cause deformities." The mentioned goblin clan was immediately dragged in by the pack.

“A while back, I got a breeder—” “Breeder number what?” I asked him. It was a method of identification he once used the close time when we were having some random discussion. He looked glad for a bit then replied, “Breeder number two. She was from a little pack that was troubled by savages. After helping them defeat their attackers, the alpha gave away one of the daughters of his breeders as mine. It was great, you know. She was the first breeder I didn’t personally go in search of, rather she was kind of given to me as a thank you and all.”

Does he feel the mate bond at all? "That is a contract to keep you quiet. As I said, this is a contract that would last for a very short time. You are my breeder and would act as my fiancée in public, but that is not the narrative we will sell to people. We will act like we are so much in love around people, even around the house. It is going to be scandalous, but publicity is what I want right now. Many people know about me and Bella, but when I suddenly get down with another woman, especially a lowly Omega like you, things will go wild."

"They were kept." "They were taken and bred," Thorpe finished, the words hanging in the air like toxic smoke. "In a sadistic plot for Vane’s secret race. He realized he couldn't synthesize the magic—it was too volatile—so he tried to grow it. He used female Elementals as broodmares, forcing them to carry litter after litter, year after year." Thorpe looked up, his eyes wet. "He is trying to breed a superior soldier, Fennigan. A wolf that obeys his commands like a machine but wields the Goddess's fire like a weapon."

Whatever had happened, it had changed him. It made Cade’s blood boil. Still, he didn’t shout. Didn’t press. That wouldn’t help. Instead, he came up with an idea. “What if we trained someone?” he’d said. “She’d learn to stay completely still. Obedient. No surprises. And willing to get pregnant straight away.” Beckett had looked skeptical. “Technically that might work,” he said slowly. “But I don’t know if I could do it.”

“Go on.” “There is a plantation there but its just a front…” The goblin lets out a cough from his lungs. A huff that would have spewed blood if the wounds on his body were still present on his form. His own body betrays him and acts like it still has those wounds even though there isn’t any physical evidence of such. The spell that Garth uses is one that is implemented in the body but never restores the mind from past experiences. In essence, even though there is no wounds on his small body, he still felt the phantom pains that those engravings once created. Garth’s large hand slips grips the creature's throat nice and hard. The sensation of the leather gloves that he wore reaps through the

cries Lieve pointing Fabien in the waters. "Yes! He is the hell general, after all. And besides, he's the King's cousin. He's tremendously strong." Lucia proudly says, confident of the hell general's victory. "It's a goblin shark. How did it came to the parallel dimension?" Fabien questions himself. He is overwhelmed over the terror of the monster that even Utopian people fears to death. The lurking creature, after swimming underwaters suddenly jumps off towards Fabien showing its obnoxious bloodlust. As he watch the monster slowly coming towards him in the air, he remembers that it's obviously the only way to get out of the illusionary world back to reality.

Crystal said, getting the other's attention. Xolvion turned around and watched as the small goblin he saved snatched a piece of toast out of Crystal's hands and started eating it. "She certainly is growing at an extraordinary rate," Zoranna said, finding it cute. "Yes, goblins are known to become fully grown within just a week after birth," Luna said after taking a sip of her tea. "Really, only a week?" Crystal asked. "Yes, that's one of the reasons they can become such a nuisance. They bread faster than rabbits and grow quickly, being able to adapt to their environment and survive on very little food and water." Luna said, impressing Xolvion with her knowledge of the monster species.

I took a deep breath and continued, “But I do have one favor to ask. Can I please have some wolfsbane?” She looked back up, meeting my eyes, studying me, and cocking her head to the side. While she was human, Hugo told me that she knew about our kind. He and my mom were not the only werewolves she employed. “What do you need wolfsbane for?” “It’s personal.” I wasn’t telling her shit. “What form do you want it in?” “What forms does it come in?” “The two most common are dehydrated and a concentrated liquid—usually we sell the liquid form in darts.”

They can also release this fuel through the pores in their skin to create a fog around them. Tipplers can also spit poison by mixing elements from their digestive system and spit it on their enemy. Too much drinking can turn the user temporarily into water though it has some risk of not getting back to shape again. Gobbler— eats fruit, veges, and other food that grows directly from the earth and uses it to manipulate body size and strength. It can also be used as body hardening for defense. Coverscout— An alchemist that transmutes fear to speed. Stormbringer— An alchemist that transmutes stress to electricity.