Mad Max: Fury Road Breeders Novels & Stories

"Ezra..." In the dream, I pushed in, thrusting deep and filled him. Bred him. Pumped my seed inside until it dripped out. Marked him. Owned him. His body shook under me. Hands clawing the sheets. But he pushed back—fuck, he pushed back wanting more. I wanted to break him. In the dream. In real life. Bend him until he knelt. Breed him until he worshipped and called me god. I stroked harder, my fist tight and balls drawing up. I imagined pinning him down, spreading his legs wide and fucking him raw. Until he bled. Until he cried. Until he begged for my cum. "Breed me," he'd say. "Make me yours."

​Garrick spun around, his eyes blazing with anger, "You’ve lost your mind You almost got yourself killed i only have one sister, and I’m not letting you stay in this den of wolves just to get hurt again, you are grounded the second we step through that door." ​"You can't treat me like a child" I yelled, tears blurring my vision. ​Before Garrick could answer, the hall echoed with a new set of angry voices. A crowd poured in it was Torin’s mother and three of his brothers, all of them looking ready for war. ​What gives a Lycan the right to take my brother away from his estate just because he carried some wolfless slut home?" one of Torin's brothers shouted, pointing his finger right at Kaelven

All her focus shifted to the man who watched her so intently, helpless on the floor. “It’s going to be okay,” she crooned to him. The test subjects were dangerous. She’d been warned a hundred times that sometimes the chains that restrained them broke. Mercile Industries had illegally altered human beings with animal genetics somehow, made them stronger than normal humans, and even their appearances had been changed. Testing facility assistants and some doctors had been killed by the people they’d helped create. She’d silently cheered at hearing that news but then, she hated everyone who worked inside the secret facility, performing illegal experiments. Mercile Industries was a drug research

he said, his voice shaken. “This is something I can’t walk away from anymore.” Mara’s lips parted, breathless. “Then don’t.” He kissed her again—hotter, deeper, and with an urgency that made the world tilt. The night blurred and the heat rose up between them. Their bodies were pressed against each other, and their breaths were catching in the same rhythm. And when his mouth travelled lower—along her jaw, down the delicate line of her throat—she arched into him without thinking.

Maybe Father had felt the same way, that Sigewuf would grow up without a pack, without a father, because of him. The information made sense. It connected everything. And yet it ignited something furious inside him. He reached for his phone to call Sigewuf—then stopped. Not yet. Not until he finished the drive. He set the phone down and clicked the next file: New World Order Subfile: CAMILLE He opened it. What he saw made his blood freeze. --- The scientists in the Powerblocks were creating a super-breed; lycans engineered for obedience, creatures they could mind-control.

Urg, what a privilege. From what I had gathered since my boy died, Mia was mated to one of the two last descendants of the goddess moon and that boy was to inherit the strongest pack in the country, if not the entire fucking world. I knew normal rogues wouldn't get the job done, they simple didn't stand a chance, so I decided to make a special breed of wolves. A breed that would be stronger, faster, resistant to not only magic but it's natural poison, wolf's bane. And of course make them my mindless minions.

All the breeders who were brought to the palace by alpha Ryder left the Black Soul Pack. However, two of the breeders left the pack with pregnancy, but the baby in their wombs were females. So, there was no way they would want to stay because Alpha Ryder doesn't need a female child, but an heir to his throne. Nonetheless, he had gotten a female child from Alvina and she was okay with him, believing that more children are coming.

Their witch blood allows them to drink from a mother-witch, but human milk and formula are useless. A minor problem. We had already decided that Riding Hood witches wouldn’t be mated to wolves. Only inferior witches—outsiders, tools, incubators— would carry these miracle warriors. Since the only way to breed them is by rutting with those disease-ridden curs, Iris and Nissa will serve as our breeders—for now. New mates can be chosen for them later. Losing the rogues alongside Lucianne was unfortunate. They were our three strongest fighters. But as soon as we subjugate the Texas wolves, it won’t matter.

Ford hesitated for a moment and finally spoke up. "Okay, I'll tell you everything, but you have to promise me to not do anything stupid. Your mother entrusted you to me. I can't watch you trash your life like that." I nodded and listened with rapt attention. Blood Hunters were unable to reproduce among themselves, and their population increased mainly by mating with humans or by direct transformation. Whichever of these two was the case, only the Superiors were eligible for a proper transformation. If a Civilian bit a human, the only thing that would happen is that they'd either become a walking corpse or die.

"Just let it go before we lose any more of our warriors. We have plenty of land here." I could have smacked the words straight back into Thomas's mouth. Alpha Brett Sellers does not 'just let it go'. "We will get his ass next time." I say, clinching my jaw. "If you say so, Alpha." He replied doubtful. I do say so because I know so. Once I get my Trentity, my warriors will become unstoppable. Most Alpha's use the females for breeding to produce the strongest possible heir. I may do that, too. But not before she makes my pack the most ruthless bloodthirsty gang of demons ever to paw the earth.