Monster Breeding Novels & Stories

What is he doing here? " You are not welcomed here." Damian's father said. " I don't care." He replied sharply, not bothered at all by the armed men pointing their arms at him. " I came to pick up my mate. I've given her enough space." I squirmed and freaked at the same time at his voice. I forgot how to breathe when his eyes scanned the environment, for a second, I thought he'd seen me. " That's ridiculous, Lycans and werewolves can't be mates. It's never happened." My father said.

It is better if the user killed it as it will be easier to subdue on the last part of the process. The blood of the beast must be filled with the "Breath" of the user in order to have a better control over the body of the companion, that's why the valley, with its high density of "Breath", is the perfect place to create these types of inscriptions. To remove the companion, just kill it.' Sara's hands trembled from the excitement she was feeling and she hastily stored the book in the space-ring. 'Hahaha! It is perfect for me right now! Yet, which beast should I choose? The Fire snakes are the weaker but I didn't find any rank 3 till now and the Earth snakes have a pack too big for me to go th

Adrian and the rest looked at each other when they heard her say that. What she said was similar to what they had seen! "We're unsure about what that is, but based on what you've said, it seems to be the thing we're searching for! Ms. Val, could you please explain this monster fox you're referring to?" Dragon Prince focused on that. "The monsters living in Verdant Summit are the nine-tailed foxes! "Think about it. Monsters hurt people. If they managed to train with the miasma, wouldn't they get even more powerful? That's why we have to kill them for justice!" Val said flatly.

My voice softens when I say, "I was told brides cannot bear children. Is this true?" His reply is so low I can barely hear him. "Yes. Only a true mate can bear a dragon." His sadness swells within me and it actually hurts. I have no explanation for the deep connection I have with him. It's like there's an invisible string attached to our hearts. His vibrates the string and sends messages into mine. I'm being the silly one now, so I speak to help dissolve the very real ache I feel right now. "That is much like it is for beastkind. Well, I guess not exactly. Before we figured it out, beastkind mates could only have sex with humans to procreate. After thousands of years of prejudice against oth

“Is that you, or the voice inside talking?” Gildeon pulled his head back. Old Haemos let out another chuckle, then moved to the cart of freshly killed swamp beastlings. He grabbed one and dropped it next to the other on the table. Gildeon stood across from him, scrubbing the beastling he’d been working on. “What if my mother truly mated with a dragon?” he asked after silence, tugging at the beastling’s skin. “No more dragons in your mother’s time, boy. Even if there were, dragons were pure beasts,” Haemos said, shifting his hand to pull the coresac from the carcass. “They couldn’t mate with salamanders.”

Then he would face the embodiment of terror. With supernatural speed, I darted across the street and dove into the alley between the two buildings. Bastard didn’t know he was dealing with an enforcer from the Volkovs, the notorious werewolf mafia, and my adopted family. Few outside of our pack knew we were actual werewolves and we liked it that way. My claws extended and I raked them down the side of the dumpster. I heard his heart rate speed up, and I smiled. “You stole from the wrong person,” I said, adding a growl at the end.

I just wanted to stay alive till I found out the reason why my dad was brutally murdered that night and how my stepmom switched from an angel to a black demon as if, she never loved my Dad. Staring at his every move in fear, I didn't know when I gulped at the site of his perfect torso. It was as if the scars on it had become fine lines or a work of art that spread like tattoos, and when he turned around, I gasped as my mouth opened agape...he had a dragon tattoo at the middle of his back and it's feathers sprawled to his left shoulder. I watched him in a daze as he got off the bed, having just his black plain pants on and his belt already unbuckled. I could feel my face heating up and turnin

Hambora yelled Causing Doctor Bonnie to frown and turn sharply "Seriously, you all need to relax Okay. Like I said, this is just a rough Experiment, I mixed the Werewolf Cells with the gene of a Frog so what we have here is an hybrid, Half Werewolf and half Frog Okay?" Doctor Explained while Glamora sighed as he placed a new Cigarette on his Lips

“Don’t ‘Lyra’ me! You did this! This is your fault! I didn’t even know I was ovulating! I just thought I was being dramatic and then BAM! Heat. Knot. Babies! Plural! “Do you even know what this means? We need cribs! Four cribs! We need a mansion! We need nipple pads! What if they bite?! Oh my God, what if they’re like you? What if they come out with growls and fangs and instincts?! What if they smell slick and want to fuck everything by age ten?!” Damon stood. Full height. I gulped. Hard. He leaned down, so close his mouth was at my ear, his breath brushing my skin like a sin I wasn’t allowed to have yet.

They had such an excellent bond based on their likes and dislikes. The real Monster had not yet finished, but had just started. She would awaken Luther's true monster. She would destroy him and his family. She would make Noelle's life an absolute hell. This is the second part of Monster. *********