Maternal Instincts Novels & Stories

One of her hands rested peacefully on my chest, while the other had fallen to rest protectively over her stomach—a gesture that had become unconscious since learning of the pregnancy. My golden eyes tracked the gentle rise and fall of her abdomen with each breath. To most observers, there would be nothing different about her appearance. But my supernatural senses picked up the subtle changes that marked the beginning of our child's development—the slight alteration in her scent, the faint but unmistakable second heartbeat that called to my paternal instincts. Are we too young? Yes, but this isn't uncommon in the supernatural world. Once you find your mate you tend to fuck a lot. Having pups

It wasn't long before the baby was back to sleep. "You're a new mom, but you're so good with babies," Eric commented. "I don't know." Elena straightened up. "It all just happened. I guess it's what people called maternal instinct," she chuckled. "Yeah. I've heard that a lot. A maternal instinct comes naturally with the birth of her baby." Eric took a deep breath and looked at the baby's innocent face in the crib. "By the way, you haven't named her yet, have you?" Eric asked suddenly.

Emma’s POV There was something oddly therapeutic about folding tiny baby clothes. I sat cross-legged on the floor of what would soon be our second daughter’s nursery, surrounded by soft blankets, newborn onesies, and an overwhelming number of pacifiers I was certain would all end up lost within a week. The baby clothes smelled like lavender and laundry softener. Everything was warm and ready. Everything except me. The nesting instinct had hit me full force—some strange maternal urge that made me obsess over drawer organizers and the exact shade of blush pink paint on the walls. My body ached, my ankles were swollen, and yet I couldn’t stop folding, refolding, arranging.

That was what mattered. Scarlett stirred, her tiny fingers flexing, brushing Jo’s skin. Jo adjusted her grip automatically, drawing the baby closer, protective without even meaning to be. She felt it then, that quiet, undeniable pull, the same instinct that had woken her in the night when Riley was still in her belly, the same force that had driven her to survive when survival felt impossible. Every child deserved a mother.

I had no family, no friends, and I knew firsthand how dangerous it could be wandering aimlessly. What if something happened to my baby? My heart skipped a beat. Although I hated Hilton with every fiber of my being, I had grown attached to my baby. It was a tiny little pup growing inside of me and it was impossible to hold off the maternal instincts that came with it. “That bastard,” I swore under my breath, thinking of Hilton. I hated him. I hated him so much that it fanned a violent rage in my heart. He did this to me. He was the father of this baby.

She discovered that strength was not the absence of fear, but the ability to continue moving forward in spite of it. By the final trimester, Selene felt both anticipation and readiness. She had grown emotionally, mentally, and spiritually, realizing that motherhood was not just about sacrifice—it was about embracing responsibility, nurturing life, and demonstrating courage in ways she had never imagined. Each day, she prepared herself not only to be a mother but to be a role model, protector, and source of love for the child she would soon bring into the world.

"It was just a mother’s instinct! That happens to women all the time!" "Not at less than four weeks of pregnancy," Valerius countered firmly. "At this stage, a normal child is just a fragile spark of life. It cannot think. It cannot perceive the outside world. But the myth says that a child of the supreme bloodline.. a child destined to rule, will possess a violent, innate survival instinct. It will defend itself from the very moment of conception." My breath hitched. I looked down at his large hand resting over my stomach. The thought made my skin prickle with a strange, unnatural coldness. Could that tiny spark inside me really have saved my life?

“But Ethlyn doesn’t know a single thing. Hell, she is so young to become a mother. She can barely handle herself. I guess she can’t even handle herself. Do you know she doesn’t even know how to cook?” “These all are excuses, Calvin. No one has experienced becoming a mother from birth. They learn it when they become a mother. And you have no right to say that. You, too, weren’t born as a perfect father either. And age is not important in all this, and you know that, right? Mom was twenty-one when she had me. And cooking? Are you serious? That’s the most stupid reason I have ever heard.” Caroline chuckled. “What matters to become a mother is to have selfless feeling and enormous love toward th

Sarah It’s haunting, what I know without really knowing it. I’m not entirely sure where the information comes from. But it’s a guttural thing. It’s the strongest natural urge in my body. Before having Fergus, I had heard about motherly instincts. I thought I understood it. But it wasn’t until having a baby that I could actually fathom what that meant. Now, I feel that indescribable feeling pushing me forward. I run faster than I’ve ever run before and Lucas keeps pace beside me.

I rubbed my stomach instinctively wondering how foolishness had taken me, how I had let him get so much under my skin and driven me to insanity. The uncertainty that I had been feeling all night was the same , I felt the same way, the same hunger to get rid of everything that had to do with Michel. It had started that night yet I was realizing, it was a lot for me dragging someone else Into our fights. Something shifted in me and with it the fact or rather a common sense if motherhood, it was one every mother would have that ache and want that common sense and egi to defend the life try were carrying deep in them.