روايات وقصص ضمن Have You Tried Crossing Over Yet

"No, I wouldn't. But you have to understand that the process was prohibited by the British Ministry of Magic, somewhere in the last seventy years, so, trying it now would break the law." Erik replied to the curious man, emphasizing that he would break the law if he explained the method completely. Mr. Cuffe's attention was drawn to another point of his answer, and he decided to dig it up. "You said 'trying', so it is not a sureway method?" He asked Erik, who nodded his head and answered. "Exactly." "Can you still tell us about what would be involved in the 'try'?" Mr. Cuffe asked more specifically. His reporter's instinct was screaming at him right at this moment to discover more.

So he could use infuriating half-sentences instead of being a pompous jackass. “Fine,” I snapped. “Hadn’t you better finish what you started?” “Careful, breeder. My playroom isn’t off limits,” he warned. I shed tears quietly as he readied himself to take me fully. This felt like a business transaction and my company was the subject of a takeover. But if it helped Carla, Robin and co. I could consider it my good deed for the year. Who would help me was another matter. * Each evening, as agreed, I turned up to be filled with the Alpha’s seed. Some said conception could only occur if his knot was invoked but I didn’t recall that happening last time. Maybe that was why the little one didn’t surv

I don't know if she has done it with anyone else, maybe her late step-brother, but it shouldn't be difficult to back off from an unexpected kiss. Maybe my kisses weren't good enough since my psychosis has almost killed me, and it remains to make me infertile if it hasn't already. Mating with Scarlett was just an experiment I carried out, and I wasn't desperate for it to be positive or negative. But if I'm able to impregnate her, then it's good, because the case of having a heir has been giving me a hard time. I drank more alcoholic drinks than I've ever done, and it was having an effect on me, making my gaze hazy as I drove. I had to focus so I wouldn't be the reason for our car crashing.

“Someone who would carry your child. All they need to do is inject your sperm into her, and she carries your child.” “Hmmn, that sounds exciting. How do we go about that?” Crossing his legs, feeling proud of himself. Hernandez grinned sheepishly. “How about you leave that to me.”

However, when I tested his DNA, the kamado dragon is still unattached, which will cause him to have another horrible shift if I don’t find a way to fix it. “I don’t want to play god with these kids. I don’t know what it might do and what if it doesn’t work? Then what? We just keep adding DNA until it does?” I ask, getting aggravated. It’s not like I haven’t thought of all the different ways I could try to fix this kid. “What about a controlled experiment?” Fenian asks. “What do you mean?” Yhendorn asks.

“If he cannot withstand the pains of birthing regular cannibal tentacles, he wouldn’t be the right candidate to birth the mother. Besides, these tentacles won’t cause him to leak host lube. We can train him to be the perfect sperm factory to feed those babies. It’s been a while since we tried cross breeding tentacles.” Cleo shuddered. Her mistress could be cruel. Crossbreeding tentacles took a lot of sperm, and doing it the natural way could kill a host. Cannibal tentacles often ate their host’s testicles and prostate if they were not fed enough and if no other tentacles were in the vicinity. It was a dangerous practice that did not guarantee the survival of the tentacle or host. Hence, they

Thane sighed, looking daunted as his gaze fell on the numerous files and books surrounding them. "Don’t worry, we will find something." Alec added as he finished his breakfast and picked up a scroll that was beside him, continuing his research. Thane downed his coffee and continued as well. Holding my coffee, I stood up, looking at the shelves. A document seemed to stand out. Grabbing it from the shelf, I sat down again, scanning the pages for information. The document contained experiments that had been done a few hundred years ago from a neighbouring pack; they had tried to create a hybrid on purpose using unmated wolves and non wolves with the idea that it would strengthen their army, but

It was widely believed that an elite and a human could never produce offspring—their DNA was simply incompatible. Only Lycans with Lycans, vampires with vampires, and witches with witches could produce children. Crossbreeding between species—such as vampire to Lycan or witch—had been attempted in secret marriages throughout history. But they had never produced offspring. The DNA mismatch made it virtually impossible. The chance of a successful hybrid was said to be one in a million. It was 2 PM when she finally reached the restaurant where Merca had agreed to meet her. Upon entering, a waiter ushered her to a VIP room where Merca was waiting.

He wore a cheesy smile and his pupils were pin drops but he seemed a bit more lucid. "What is this shit?" "This my friend, NO, my family." He giggled. "This is purple paradise. Well, I'm still working on the name. It's a cross breed of opium and coca. We got these two to fuck and make beautiful babies." "That doesn't sound right." My eyebrows furrowed at him. I'm sure some one would had tried to cross breed these plants before. It either wasn't possible or not potent enough to matter. I wonder if this fool actually thought plants fucked?

“Instead, I have a pack full of witnesses who saw rogues targeting him and failing.” “Yes, well…” I twirled a strand of silver-streaked hair around my finger. “These things rarely go according to plan. The Cross heir has… evolved.” “What do you mean by evolved?” he narrowed his eyes at me. “The bond is strengthening him,” I continued, lifting my hand toward the nearest candle observing the black paint polish I had applied as it glowed against the flame. “It’s stronger than even I anticipated. Breaking them requires more than simple violence to do so. It's not that easy"