Mad Max: Fury Road Breeders Novels & Stories

“You want her. I’ve seen how you look at her. You think about it—you dream of filling her. Of planting your bloodline in her womb. Don’t lie to be, Sebastian, and don’t lie to yourself.” My fingers tightened on the strap. This was not a conversation I wanted to have with Adrian. Not now. I turned sharply to face him. “Check the breeders. See if Miriam needs anything.” Adrian grumbled something under his breath. Then he raised two fingers to his forehead in a salute and left with a sardonic grin. He knew when to stop pushing my buttons—but just barely. Besides, he had been in a lighter mood since the newest breeders arrived. They were delivered from Orheroad, and much to Adrian’s delight, the

Julian had sped off with Eloise on his tail. "That shouldn't be possible," Max mumbled. "Why?" I spoke for the first time since dinner started. Max's yellow orbs met mine and he sounded like a broken man," vampires have to find somebody genetically compatible to breed. The rate of childbirth in our brood is extremely low. Less than ten babies are born a year. Not all of those babies even survive." "It doesn't sound too impossible...?" I asked, confused, receiving a hard squeeze on the thigh from Gideon.

He didn’t want the man responsible for his birth to rest in anything but the hell he left back here on earth. His father, Jared Macken had ridden through here almost forty years ago. He’d seen Breed’s mom in the town garden and taken her without even asking, then ridden away without a care in the world. His mom Marah never told anyone what happened until she began to show. She kept her head up throughout his whole life. She told him how he came to be but she also told him Breed was her finest legacy, to the tribe and to the world.

Out of the dark abyss surrounding the platform, a dozen figures rose. These weren't the New Breed spider-monsters or the iron-masked enforcers of the cartel. These were the True Breed the final product of Tyler’s research at Aethelgard. They were wolves that had been successfully fused with the pure, uncorrupted essence of the three regional Hearts. Their bodies were massive, symmetrical, and perfect, their fur a shimmering, metallic silver that looked like liquid mercury, their eyes a steady, blinding white that held no malice, only an absolute, mechanical obedience to Tyler’s will. They didn't growl, and they didn't hiss; they stood on the edge of the platform with a terrifying, military s

“But about thirty years ago, a brilliant, completely insane scientist figured out how to make it work. He discovered a way to inject humans—usually children, because their bodies adapt better—with DNA from various animals. The process transforms them into half-breeds. Monsters wearing human skin who possess all the characteristics of the animals they’ve been matched with.” Horror crept up my spine as he continued. “These children are then trained. Broken down and rebuilt as perfect soldiers. Living weapons with enhanced abilities, programmed to obey their masters without question. And then they’re sold to the highest bidder—crime lords, corrupt governments, private military contractors. Anyo

Dean smirked at the fact he finished Ken’s sentence and just when Ken wanted to pounce, Kenneth held his son back as Teya stood to hold his chest as well. “Can we agree we have a common enemy now. If the new breeds become any stronger we don’t know what kind of havoc they will cause to humans, witches, and whoever else.” Emil the voice of reason spoke then. “Can we please get down to business?” Dean asked, head tilted in curiosity. Ken and Kenneth looked at each other and walked towards their seat. Ken took his seat next to Teya and Kenneth stood by the fire place beside Emil. “Business now. The breeders are the new breed’s main goal. Without them there won’t be any half breeds created. Thus

Equally, the breeds in shifters are known to only be Alphas and always male. It is said the bloodlines between the Kodiak and Cali Grizzly started with two full blood Berserkers from the battle of light and dark that were based in different areas during the battle. They never found each other after the war and created their own families that evolved in different climates, they are both similar in DNA. In the 1940s, there was a mass shooting in California at a yearly Artos Shifter convention and took out the whole animal line. It was the largest form of animal line genocide we have seen in our culture.

A man or a woman whose genes are a tyrant over any other gene, no matter how powerful it is, so their genes were transferred to a Chevy and he became like them, but from us Maximus with wonder; But the damned do not intermarry from outside their kingdom, so that their powers do not pass on to anyone else Rodri breathes deeply and blushes; N yes e he did not marry her the fact he he was drunk wow Mac has no patience alone; What the hell, talk to me, or I'll make you talk my way rodry fearfully;

I finally managed to ask. "I have been searching for a breeder for a long time, someone who can provide me with the perfect offspring. When I saw you at the auction, I knew that you were the perfect match for me." I scoffed softly, feeling a mix of anger and fear. "Use me as a breeder, and then what? What happens when you finally have no use for me anymore? Will you just kill me? It's better if you just kill me now than force me into doing something I don't want to do."

KATHERINE “You mean she could have been his breeder instead?” My face went pale and I pushed away everything I was doing. Lyra didn't go back on her words, she nodded her head and I staggered back. I don't know what brought about this discussion with Lyra but one thing led to another eye she came in to welcome Marina to the pack house. “Yes but I think she was hesitant or something. I guess something happened and instead of her, you became the Hybrid's breeder instead.” Her voice pulled me out of my dizziness, and I forced myself to stand on my toes.