Romans & histoires The Demigod Breeder: Their Hated Obsession

**Demi** It’s been four days since Gavin forced his way into mine and Ryder’s apartment. I have been on edge ever since. Why would he need or want to do that. He said he wanted to speak to me about something, but then he started saying things that were very disturbing. At one point he even stated that I wasn’t Ryder’s. What was wrong with him? At first, I thought maybe I was the one who was being the crazy one. Maybe I should have just let him say what he wanted to say. Maybe then he would have just left, but my instincts told me to do the opposite of that. My instincts told me to run. A Keres never runs from anything… other than the gods who command us. We do their bidding, no matter what i

I nod, weirdly understanding this and considering that for the past few hundred years or so – if not thousands – those poles have been stridently opposed. “But when the Goddess pulls away, the stories say, he gets incredibly jealous. And he takes out that jealousy by…having a lot of affairs. Trying to make her jealous in turn.” “Scandalous,” I whisper, a little delighted at the cosmic drama of it all. “Mmhmm,” Jacks murmurs, continuing. “And a lot of those affairs have resulted in kids. Some of them are just…normal kids – humans, wolves. Some of them are demigods, like you,” I wiggle my shoulders back, preening, pleased to be included, “and some are…very nearly full-on Gods, thought never on

“I’m going to fuck her ass,” The roar interrupted the elder yet again. He looked pleadingly to High Elder Takoda for help. Takoda gulped in a breath and rose to his feet. The noise persisted, rattling over the walls. The courtroom was lit with candles and torches, illuminating the faces of hundreds of males ready to devour the breeder at Edrand’s command. Edrand went as far as Abbator’s square to gather most of these males. He spoiled their minds with hateful words concerning the breeder. He made sure to tell them the breeder killed the lord because she connived with the demon clan against the lycans.

"Stasia has ensnared my mate in a dream state, and I am compelled to venture forth to rescue her. In doing so, we will inevitably clash with the Isbecs, and I understand that some of us may not return from this battle. I realise it's a lot to ask. You may not know me or my intentions, but I assure you, my motives are not malicious. The Isbecs have ravaged our homes, murdered our kings, slaughtered and enslaved our people, abducted our children, and obliterated countless futures, all in pursuit of what was never rightfully theirs. It's time to rid our world of the menace that is Stasia and her fire-wielding, mad King, Mustapha. It's time to reclaim our freedom and coexist peacefully.

Kira watches my face, "This stems from both her demi god side and her Siren's pulls, they need to keep their bloodline pure. It doesn't matter what species as long as they are demi gods and NOT HUMAN! Humans have bred out their demi god status, and they don't want them back, because of their backward ideas, and lack of powers. This is why Poseidon forbade him to see Rose. "I am aware, I will have a talk with Kie about his feelings toward her." "Be easy on him, he is a demi god too, and his needs are as great as yours Niklaus. You know the rules, No humans! and keep the bloodlines pure." I hear a soft knock on the door, "Enter"

The battle should have been over, unless he didn't come for war. I furrowed my brows and snarled, "Why are you here?" "A peace talk," he said, "a harmless little negotiation." "Spill it." He let go of my blade and I shoved it back into my scabbard. Then, he pointed at Sabrina, "I want her." My brow rose, "For what?" "To be my breeder," he answered. "No," I refused, "she's a subject of execution and must be slayed right here, on this ground."

I said. That’s what it was all about. Animies need mortals to produce babies and offer them to the Gods. “What? We don’t see it that way. We are not sacrificial beings. Being a watcher is a privilege.” “In short, they are going to kill you,” I said. Their eyes widened in shock. “What are you talking about? Do not say such a word. That’s terrifying. They are not killing the Demis. They are guiding them to paradise.” I shook my head.

Xena and Kaden are mated… but they’re not true mates. How was that even possible? You couldn’t mark someone who wasn’t your fated mate. It went against every law we knew, every piece of biology and magic in our world. Unless… unless Kaden being a demigod changed the rules. How does being mated to a demigod even work? I scrubbed a hand down my face, frustrated. No matter how I twisted the puzzle, the pieces didn’t fit. Eventually, I got out, dried off, and pulled on a soft pair of gray leggings and a loose tank top. I went back into the room, put my shoes on and left.

I nearly choked on my water, blinking at her in stunned silence. She let out a melodious chuckle. “You see, the blood of a demigod is pure toxicity to the Gods. Did you know the High Ones frequently sire children with mortals simply to utilize them as tools? They are bound by ancient, cosmic laws, but demigods are not. You were born to do the dirty work the Gods cannot do themselves. It is quite a tragic existence, to be born as a loophole.” My heart hammered against my ribs. To be born as a tool for the divine?

"What do you suggest we do?" Damon walked over to the window and gazed out at the city skyline. "We need to enlist the help of some powerful allies. I know some people who could help us, but they won't come cheap." I frowned. "What do you mean? Who are these people?" Damon turned to face me. "They're a group of mercenaries. They specialize in taking down supernatural threats. They're called The Hunters, and they're the best in the business. But they don't come cheap, and they only take on jobs that are worth their time."