Monster Breeder Novels & Stories

In that moment, he was a monster. His next words came out chilling. “According to the Mate Selection process, when a werewolf of a higher rank selects the same breeder as one of a lower rank, then the higher ranking official is awarded the breeder. Last I checked, I was participating in the Mate Selection. I want Imani.”

“His parents being mates is nearly impossible but true in their case.Offspring between the two species is even more impossible. It shouldn’t happen, which is why you’re so damn unbelievable.” “I’m unbelievable?” She chokes with laughter. “What the hell do you mean by that?” “I mean,” I breathe, “Tthat the fact that you, a full shifter by all accounts, has enough Firestone blood to possess your powers is unheard of. I wouldn’t be surprised if your father’s family knew and kept it a secret over the course of many generations, selectively breeding to make it stronger.” She wrinkles her nose. “That’s awful… And my mom was a breeder, she was given to him to pay off a debt from a village Alpha. My

He ordered stroking my hair. Taking a deep breath, I explained. "I spoke with one of the shifters and she said something that catch my attention, I told her to explain what she meant" I paused staring at him. "I kind of threatened her, she told me Morgana is a breeder. In fact the only breeder in your pack, she also added that breeders are rare species of werewolves which make her very special" I notice he had gone very still allowing me to slip out of his arms.

"I think you’re mad." A hint of pain flashed across Monster's eyes. “Yes, I'm mad. I was supposed to have a blissful childhood, but your grandfather took my mother away. My father passed away because he was too angry, and as a result, I turned into an orphan overnight. You’re telling me that I shouldn’t bear hatred or go mad?” Monster was blinded by hatred. At this very moment, all he wanted to do was destroy Jenson and Baby Robbie. "Die!" His fists approached them like a gust of wind.

“Breeder? Toreh, what is he talking about?” Hanos laughed. “You truly don’t know what Tamacs are do you?” Eloive simply stared. “Hmmm. Your father must have truly left you in the dark. You see, my dear, Tamacs are special kind of people who have been blessed with the ability to give birth to supernatural beings without struggle. It’s been said that he who births the most children, is the strongest. Now you Toreh, I am going to need your services six years from now”. “She will never be your breeder!”, Eloive spat. “I won’t allow it”.

Alice crooned in a sympathetic tone. "You really don't know what a breeder is?" Renee asked. Taylor felt a sudden burst of anger. They had all figured out that she didn't know what a breeder was so could they just put her out of her misery and tell her already? "Your job here is to bear my child." The Alpha dropped the bomb on Taylor in an even tone. Uncomfortable silence descended in the tiny room as Taylor tried to grasp the concept of what she was being told. Eventually, the Alpha continued.

I swallowed, sweat starting to form on my forehead. “And you perform exactly what you were brought here for.” My stomach sank. I knew exactly what she was talking about, but I wanted her to say it, wanted her to confirm my fears. “What I was brought here for,” I echoed. “You spread your legs,” her voice dropped, to an odd tone I couldn’t recognize, “and you carry his children.” My eyes stung with tears, my breathing grew heavy. But I didn’t let her see my weakness. “You were raised to be a breeder five forty nine,” she stated, “but what they didn’t tell you is that it doesn’t stop there.”

Greg spat out. "When I find my siblings and my parents, we will have more than enough lycans roaming this mansion. I do not need to get a breeder!" "Look around you, Axel! Where are they?" Greg roared. "Do you want them to come home and meet chaos because you were too scared to get a fucking breeder?" Greg never swore. The moment he did, I realised I was fighting a losing battle. "Fine. Fine, I will get one," I said, giving in to his demands. "But I will pick them myself!"

"Have you been listening at all?" "No." I said under my breath, toying with the silk of my emerald-green evening gown under the table. He hadn't heard me. "Your breeder. He has been chosen. Quite a process—" He rattled on and on about the significance and the history behind the event. A male breeder was unheard of, he said. So rare that no one alive today would have borne witness to such a notion. Breeders were always women. They almost always came from dire situations, regardless of their status within their packs. My mother had been a breeder and an Alpha's daughter. She shared her entire story with me when the details of my future were being pieced together.

That took me by surprise. “You're not the first breeder, Miss.” She chuckled. “The Alpha got frustrated by their actions after a few weeks and ordered them to leave. They willingly volunteered to become his breeder since he needed an heir.” I swallowed hard, caressing my tummy as her words replayed in my head. “How many breeders before me?” “Three.” She replied and I felt my soul leave my body. “Mikhail has—”