The German Midwife Novels & Stories

I now have his blood in my veins. I was so hungry. The midwives were moving quietly around the room, sweeping up soaked rags, wiping surfaces, speaking in low murmurs. One of them, the younger one with the short braids, glanced over and froze. "She's awake," she whispered, almost like she didn't want to startle me. The senior mid-wife, the one with the gray streaks and the permanent frown, turned slowly. Her eyes narrowed when they landed on me. "Good. Means the master won't have our heads yet."

Zelda A wave of relief washed over me as the midwife agreed to our deal. She walked over to a shelf and climbed a small ladder to reach the top. She took down a small bottle and carefully placed it in my hands. “Thank you,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. The midwife smiled, her eyes shining with compassion. “I hope this gives you the answers you are looking for,” she said, her voice soft. I nodded, unsure of what I would do with the information once I had it.

"Push, My lady." The frightened brunette demanded urgently, her hands were shaking, her eyes burning with all the unshed tears of despair. she was known as one of the best midwives in the royal palace but this delivery was the hardest she ever assisted, the lady in labor didn't have the healthiest nor happiest pregnancy to begin with, and because of the unfortunate circumstances, the lady accompanied by the young midwife had to bare the trouble of moving from one residence to the other until they finally settled in that small shack near the dark forest.

As the midwife was about to place the baby in Emily’s awaiting palms, an unexpected presence abruptly intervened, snatching the baby from the midwife's grasp. Startled, both Emily and the midwife turned to look at who it was, and they both froze when they saw a devilish-looking pale man with fangs clutching the newborn in his arms. Surrounding him were five other creatures of his kind. Emily was in total shock, but she managed to let out a short scream. "Please don’t hurt my baby." The midwife tried to escape, but just as she opened the door, one of the devilish-looking creatures, Delia, moved at super speed, and the image of the midwife’s presence was followed by the demon piercing her fang

Laura was about to refute, the midwife said again: " Miss, I think you are young, you should never have given birth to a child! I know this kind of thing much better than you!" Hearing what the midwife said, Mrs Eira hurriedly stood up: "No, no, absolutely no, I can't use my My grandson's life is at risk!" He said to Kieran, "That's how I delivered your brothers when I gave birth! I could do it at that time, why can't your daughter-in-law?" Cut it open? It's really scary!" He glanced at Laura, his eyes dodged a little, "Laura, don't do this, try again! It's too late to send it to the hospital now!"

The longer she stared, the more a strange discomfort grew within her—as if her body rejected the child, as though the entire situation threatened to unravel. The sound of approaching heels snapped her out of her thoughts. The door swung open to reveal the midwife, her sharp, calculating eyes scanning the room. She carried a clipboard under one arm and a handbag hanging from her shoulder. Her movements were brisk, purposeful, and unyielding, like someone accustomed to cleaning up messes. “Well, Miss Watkins,” the midwife said, in a clipped tone as she adjusted her glasses and glanced at the clipboard, “everything has been finalized.”

The baby had been born alive but weak but later gave up the ghost while Linda had died shortly afterward. Nothing unusual and useful. Their stories all aligned. I was beginning to lose patience when Ethan brought in one of the older midwives. She had worked at the hospital for decades before retiring, and her hands trembled slightly as she sat across from me. "What do you remember about Linda's delivery?" I asked. The woman frowned. "It was a long time ago, Alpha." "I know." I said She looked uncomfortable. "But you're asking me to remember one night out of thousands." "Try." We need information.

I overheard the nurse telling the midwife I push as I could. I scream out as I use my strength to push out the baby Soon I heard a cry of a baby ,The midwife gave the baby to a nurse who left with him I felt the urge again to push I tighten my fist "Push Mrs Asher,I know you can do it"The midwife encourage I push out the second baby I laid weakly on the bed They took the other baby to clean him up The midwife remove the placenta and clean me up. I was transferred to a private ward but still no sign of Asher or the babies.

“The only thing you can do right now is calm down and pray to the Goddess.” I laughed bitterly. Pray? The Goddess and I had not exactly been on good terms for years. But still… I forced myself to pray internally. Please let her survive this. Please…. Suddenly, the bedroom doors swung open and the midwife hurried out looking visibly stressed. Immediately, I strode toward her. “What happened?” The older woman pressed a hand to her forehead like they throbbed. “The delivery is becoming more difficult than expected.” Fear swirled inside be, but I managed to remain courageous. This was no time for fear but for actions. “What do you mean difficult?”

She held me tightly, and I glanced at the team of servants, noting that the midwife was not among them. "Where's the midwife?" I asked. "She's on her way," she answered. I hugged her again, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. "Please be safe," she said, squeezing my shoulders. When she released me, she looked at my mate. "All of you."