The Demigod Breeder: Their Hated Obsession Novels & Stories

It was warm and thick, making her skin crawl. “No.” “Check her for the item.” Hands began to pat down her sides, roughly grabbing and pulling her limbs aside before fumbling beneath her torn cloak, then shirt. They groped her non-sexually for no one desired an Omega and they were perhaps the least sexually assaulted species in the wolf kingdom. Who would want to breed a population loathed by many, if not all? “Nothing,” muttered one of them and their hands left her briskly.

He eyes smouldering in layers of red like the Fire Agate geode as he growled. “Do not mention another male in such a manner.” Breeth boomed using Gaz’s vocal chords, “You are naked with our seed on your tongue, if you need more on your tongue we will gladly give it to you…” the dragon hissed as Gaz fought to have control back, “there will be no more talk of other males, baby girl. Or I will punish you.” Breeth shook Gaz off, being unusually obstinate. He wanted this moment with the Omega. He wanted her to understand what it meant to belong to a dragon-shifter. He dipped his head to her ear and whispered, “I will choke you and fuck you, and eat your pussy and make you beg for more. The only w

“Seems like you want to try it out. I see…. “I don't Nana Lulu, I have no reason to. The celestial god needs his elixir, besides grandfather can only make one for him every year ten years. I've always wondered what was special about the stupid elixir. I had no idea it'd be that powerful.” “Well it is. Don't get fascinated by the human world my boy. A god interacting with a human never ends well. Humans are not good people.” She flashed a warm smile and left. Axel found himself thinking about doing the unthinkable when she was gone. He was going to steal the celestial god's elixir from his grandfather's chamber and approach the beautiful maiden once again. Not as an invisible spirit this time

he asked quietly, as if he was almost afraid of the answer. Veritas smiled lovingly at him. There was no doubt in my mind that she truly did love him. “It makes you my son,” she teased him with a wink. “Officially, it makes you a Demigod. I have concealed that part of you from others being able to detect it because that knowledge would put you and anyone you have ever cared about in danger. Demigods are powerful beings, so their power is sought-after. I suppose that I left one thing out about your command. It will work on any creature and the youngest of us Gods.”

"Then, one day, they captured a descendant of the demigods. They wanted to torture him because they thought that his ancestors were the reason why they did not get what they wanted. They thought that if it wasn't for the demigods, they would have already been the most powerful, and no one would be able to stop them then. They found out, though, that the descendants of the demigods had powers. They tried to use his powers but he refused to let them use them. Then he got away and went back to tell the other demigods what happened" "Since then, we have lived in hiding from the rest of the world, but I don't want to do that anymore. I am not going to be quiet about this. I want to make sure that

"Dagon, this is not how things were meant to turn out. But if this little hybrid is your mate, then help me to get rid of the one thing standing in the way of you having what you want... Groban." We half-turned and I could see Demetrius's face, he was smirking, grinning with such wickedness that the devil would have gladly called him his son. As I frowned I wondered if Demetrius and Livia had planned this, had they actually known that Dagon and I were... gulping I couldn't even bring myself to say it. Demetrius suddenly pulled me from my reverie the moment he spoke, "And the spawn she carries inside of her belongs to him, so you see it's imperative we get rid of him and the seed he planted i

"I won’t touch you, but you need to try to calm down whoever it was isn’t here." I knew that. Goddess, I knew that, but it didn’t stop all these emotions that were raging. And once again, if it weren’t for Nol and Zane, it wouldn’t have happened. If my pack hadn’t been decimated and I hadn't been taken away to be trained to be a breeder, Trent wouldn’t have had the opportunity. Despite myself, I felt a pang of resentment and hatred toward both men. "Please, just leave me alone," I murmur, taking tiny sips of air. "I just want to be left alone to live my life."

He would make sure they were subjected through the exact same pain they had caused Francia, but in a hundred–folds. He would make sure that they gritted their teeth in pain and taste the bitterness of remourse. So that in their next fucked–up, miserable life, they wouldn't dare touch the anything or anyone that belonged to him, Alpha Ragnar Dreadmore. Be it male or female, he was going to find them. And the unlucky bastard was going to fucking pay. Mark his words.

Damn him! A breeder. Not a wife. Not a mate. I was going to be a breeder. “You mean, the King will use my body, make me give birth to a pup and then what? He will take the child from me and I’ll never hear again about the baby?” I asked and O’Horan said nothing, he remained unmoved, his hands behind his back. “You’ll toss me into the dungeons? Or put me to work at the mines? I don’t want to be a breeder! And if I ever get to have a child, I will not be parted from it!”

“Elves have reported sightings of rogues traveling in large groups. They’re turning humans into Newbreeders.” Her words stunned us all. I hadn’t heard that term since I was first introduced to this world. After finding out who I was made it better, but I’ve never met a true newbreeder. I have learned that it was a loophole for shifters to make new members and grow in numbers. “If Victor is making Newbreeders and has control of rogues, what does he want to do with them?” I asked “Nothing good,” Erica said, taking a deep breath and looking at the map.