Pregnant Gardevoir Novels & Stories

They haven’t been together a week yet, and they are already mated and having a baby. As I walked, I sensed something coming from my best friend. I stopped and turned to her with furrowed brows. Harper asked me what was wrong, but I couldn’t answer right away. I sniffed the air then pressed my hand to her stomach. ‘What are you doing, Gia?’ Harper asked in a scared whisper. ‘My ability,’ I mumbled. I’d explained that my abilities are to sense when someone is pregnant, the sex of their baby and if that baby was healthy. I hadn’t sensed Harper’s pregnancy before she came to the infirmary because she’d been with Josh for days, and I hadn’t seen her.

Cowards. I stood facing Damien. “I’m tired of being protected like I’m fragile.” “You are pregnant.” “That doesn’t make me incapable.” “No,” he said quietly. “It makes you vulnerable to consequences you are not fully thinking through.” The words landed heavily. Not insulting, but firm. I looked away first. Because part of me knew he was right. But another part of me hated how powerless that truth made me feel. Then suddenly Marcus rushed back in. “We have another issue.”

Declan asked eyes wide with shock. “Well, there are six of us and have you seen her? Fuck!” I chuckled. Declan looked at me with eyes the size of saucers. “I’m joking, she is technically pregnant, but currently it’s a dormant pregnancy, once her body determines she is healthy enough the embryos will attach and start to grow as normal. Apparently, it's some throwback wolf gene that didn’t evolve out of her because of the skipping generations thing which I still don’t quite understand, and I am one of her Guardians.”

I breathe heavily as he pins me to the wall, his hands wrapped tight around my throat I could barely breathe. ‘You hear me, Sera? I found you first. I noticed you first! I fell for you first. No one else, I mean, no one should put their hands on you, because if they do, I swear to God, Sera, I'll fucking break their arms and legs and serve it to you to eat!’ He growls. Seraphina Puckett is the perfect definition of trauma. A walking trauma. She tries to navigate her life, trying to bring in sunshine but as the world is determined to make it rain on her, what does she do? Does she get beaten in the rain or walk through it? When her abusive father gets out of prison and is out t

"The pregnancy proceeds normally, though your enhanced magical fluctuations are becoming more pronounced." Enhanced fluctuations. Xalara had noticed the episodes—moments when her emotional state triggered magical responses that affected her environment without conscious intention. Yesterday's successful negotiation had concluded with every crystal decoration in the chamber pulsing with soft light that matched her satisfaction. "Is that problematic for court functions?" "Normal for pregnant royalty, though it requires management strategies." Chief Physician Miran consulted notes that detailed both medical and practical considerations. "Enhanced abilities typically strengthen throughout pregna

She woke up in his bed with no memory of the night before. He was Dominic Blackwell — the most feared Alpha in Evermont, ruthless, cold, and devastatingly gorgeous. The one man her father would burn the world to destroy. And she had given him everything. Serena Ashford was supposed to become the next Alpha of the Bright Moon Pack. Instead, she was disowned, exiled, and carrying the enemy's baby — a baby he refused to believe was his. "I do not know who you are. Do not call this number again." One phone call. That was all it took for him to throw her away like she was nothing. But Serena was done being nothing. She scrubbed toilets to survive. She slept on floors. She gave birth alone

Or had she heard something in his voice that wasn’t just for show? She swallowed thickly, trying to compose herself, but the whirlwind of emotions she was feeling right now was making it hard to focus. She was pregnant—carrying his child—and she hadn’t been able to tell him herself. How had she gotten here? How had everything spiraled out of control so quickly?

Neither did Vaelis. They simply followed, listening as Gadreel continued deeper into the chamber. Gadreel slowed his pace and glanced back at his two companions. “Five years ago,” he continued, “through magical intervention, I managed to cultivate the first viable spark of life.” He hesitated, his jaw tightening. “But it did not survive.” The High King’s expression remained composed, yet a flicker of interest stirred behind his silver-and-gold eyes. Gadreel finally came to a stop before a small cot positioned beneath a canopy of protective wards. A woman lay there, her breathing slow and steady. Her swollen belly strained against the blankets, heavy with child.

Maeve slowly shook her head. “I can’t say for certain, my lord. Your previous breeders all had wolves, yet even they couldn’t survive their pregnancies. That girl...” She hesitated. “She is wolfless. But I have to admit, her physical endurance is remarkably strong.” “So, do you think she can survive it?” Maeve fell silent, unwilling to give him any guarantee. “Have you discovered any new remedies for the breeders who will carry my children?” Gareth asked. “Something to strengthen their bodies, perhaps?”