Mpreg Giving Birth Novels & Stories

The supervening hemorrhage compelled the enchanter’s womb to squeeze and bear down her baby. “Ditiori, your hands are bloody,” Gai-Dalit said. Maga let out a weak cry. “Aaah! Di-tiori, the baby— aaah!” cried Maga. “Gai-Dalit, help us— Maga has bled!” Ditiori shouted. He became frantic. “Your wife is giving birth to your child, Master Ditiori,” answered his servant. Maga indeed was giving birth. She squeezed her baby out of her womb. The tiny baby cried weakly when it had come out, “Waaah! Waaah!”

Was that related to her pregnancy? The doctor paused, his voice carrying a hint of empathy. "Yes, I did visit Meghan when she experienced a fainting episode. Fainting can be attributed to various factors, including hormonal changes during pregnancy. However, without conducting further tests and evaluations, it is difficult to pinpoint the exact cause."

he paused, coming towards me as we both looked at my leg, water rushing down. "I…I think my water just…ah…broke!" I screamed and for the first time Magnus fretted but I couldn't discern his attitude right now. "Guards!" He commanded. "Yes! Alpha!" They bowed. "Get me the werewolf doctor! Now!" He ordered. Ah! I feel weak and tired. Am I going to survive birthing this child or am I gonna die like I've always wanted from the onset?!

“May Luna Ella’s strength flow into her children.” Another murmurs: “May Alpha Jake’s spirit shield their path.” Another whispers: “May the darkness that hunted their mother never touch them.” Their voices blend softly, a melody that rises into the night like a prayer woven with moonlight. ~•~•~• Inside the clinic, the medical staff are chaos in motion. Three newborns. Three. Born from a magically accelerated pregnancy. Born during a bond surge. Born with readings that shattered half the equipment. One medic stares at the chart, pale.

“I heard the heartbeat, Adrien. I… I saw it. And everything suddenly became real. Not a theory. Not a mistake. Not a problem. Real.” He waited. “I’m going to be a mother,” she whispered. “And you’re going to be a father.” He reached over, brushing the back of his fingers against her cheek. “Yeah. We are.” “And I’m scared,” she admitted softly. “So am I.” Her eyes lifted to his. “But I don’t want to do this alone.” “You’re not alone,” he said immediately. “You’ll never be alone in this.” Her eyes glistened. “Are you sure?”

King Magis replied to me while he shook both of my mates hands. “She’s due any day now. Four males and one that is being so stubborn that we still can’t find out if that one is male or female,” Pyrite said with a smirk and a laugh. “Wow, congratulations! Five babies,” King Magis said, shock written on his face. “Yep and now we are just waiting. Hope to have these Rebels dealt with soon,” I said tiredly from the couch. Feeling the babies start to move caused me to wince. My mates were at my side in a second, one rubbing my stomach while the other rubbed my back.

What happened in the next few minutes horrified little Jorge and destroyed his childhood. Nine Months Later The mother gave birth to a baby girl on the same bed in the trailer. The Phuri Dai—who was also a midwife—delivered the baby and was also responsible for the welfare of all the commune's infants. She told Mother that this was a miracle since most women her age were menopausal and couldn't bear children anymore. She also told her to quit fucking around or else her body won't be able to handle the strain. To further articulate the point, she compared her reproductive system to a race car, which upon overuse, will become damaged beyond repair. Mother took all of these with a grain of salt

I was sitting beside her, holding her hand, when Reegan burst through the door. “How is she?” he asked, panic-stricken. “Hysterical, as expected after just losing her mate and going into labor a month early. They had to sedate her to avoid stress on the babies.” I explained. He nodded in acknowledgement then climbed into the bed next to her, cradling her in his arms. He buried his face in her hair and cried like a baby. I could hear him thanking the Moon Goddess for keeping her safe and begging her for the babies to be born healthy and strong.

I knelt down before her and begged her in tears. "Please! There has to be a solution! Please! I beg of you!" I screamed out. "Young woman! You are wasting your time! The child in you can never be harmed no matter what you try to do!" Old Magritte said. I stayed on the floor still knelt before her. "There must be something that can be done! Please! Please help me!" I screamed again. "Get away! I said nothing can be done! A lot of demons will put you through he'll during this period of your pregnancy! You will suffer a lot of agony during that child birth. Be ready for the worst!" Old Magritte said.

"We need to discuss what it will take for you to carry a were baby, Iris, and you too, May." I look at May, who is now sitting on the other side of the bed cuddling with Sophia. When my eyes drift back to Sigmund and his tent, I ask, "What will it take for a human to carry a were baby?" The mood in the room goes a little more dark as Sophia and Sigmund share a look. The look tells me a lot about them and how they communicate. Finally, Sophia looks at me, then to May as she kisses on her neck. "In order to survive the pregnancy and birth, you will have to become weres."