The Secret Midwife Novels & Stories

The woman responded before turning to the midwife. "Take it out, deep into the forest and leave it there, then come back to fix her. We have to get back before they do." As the midwife put her cloak on she disappeared with the baby in her arms as all it was left behind were screams and cries. Now deep into the forest, the midwife hurried as she was no longer in the territory, scared to be discovered she left the baby by the tree and fled fast not looking back, not feeling remorse, after all, she only cared about getting her pay. And there it was. Lying in the darkness, left in the storm but soon enough the clouds in the sky parted and the moon shined over the baby as a figure of a woman appe

She had the route filed under known and manageable, which was the category she put things in when she needed them to stay that way. The clinic itself was private, discreet, chosen for those qualities before any other. No royal household endorsement, no connection to the institutional medical infrastructure that would have generated records in places records didn't need to be. A practice in a Georgian terrace on a quiet street, the kind of building that had housed serious work quietly for a long time and showed it in the worn brass of the door fittings and the particular solidity of the floors. Her midwife was named Ruth.

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.

But the beast coiled tighter each day, impatient. Soon, it whispered. The vessel ripens. The heir must quicken. She had no intention of bearing its child. Not if she could find another way. That night, she summoned the midwife. The woman was ancient—even by Lycan standards—hunched and furred with age, eyes milky but sharp. Her name was Morven, and she had delivered every Blackthorn heir for three centuries. They met in the ruined birthing chamber deep beneath the palace: a circular room of black stone, walls etched with fertility runes now cracked and bleeding.

The midwife's expression grew more focused, her eyes never leaving Selena's. As Selena pushed, the midwife's hands worked quickly, guiding the unseen second child into the world. My heart hammered in my chest as the reality of the situation set in - we were having twins. The room was filled with the sound of Selena's labored breaths and the midwife's calm instructions.

“What else do you want? This man is surely trying his best ... If he is such a bad man, I don’t think his first wife would be with him till now...yes every marriage is not the same but a good man is a good man and a good woman is a good woman irrespective of the kind of marriage they found themselves... “ she said too and then slowly lowered herself on the chair and faced her sister. “Hmmm, you don’t only offend your husband but everyone around him, no wonder the secretary was staring at us some how... what were you thinking ? Not even congratulating your co is wrong ... Even if you fight every time, congratulating her should be the first thing you would do, hahaha , your husband’s child.? T

"Well, if you ever need anything, just let me know. Alpha Uther has instructed me to help you in any way I can." The midwife, Mrs. Wilson, walked into the Packhouse with Yvonne and a few guards following closely behind. She had been summoned by Alpha Uther, and she knew this was an urgent matter. Mrs. Wilson had been a secret midwife for over 30 years, and she had seen it all, deployed by alphas to do their dirty works such as this. However, she had never been summoned to the Packhouse by the Alpha himself.

It looks meek and harmless on the outside, but even his friends who could not hear the strange noise could feel a strange form of energy coming from it. “Are we supposed to go there,” Don asked. “It’s probably an old cupboard,” Alice added. “Funny, the Principal didn’t say anything about this,” Kirsten said suddenly. “Let’s see what’s behind this door,” said Van. Finally he will get to see what secret this door conceals. With shaking hand, he seizes the knob and swings the door open. And what they found startles them.

I had been so busy hiding *from* my world that I'd forgotten I still needed one piece of it to bring my child safely into this one. That night I did the thing I had sworn on the star-cold glass I would never do. I reached back toward the world I'd escaped. Not toward Zev — never toward Zev, because Zev meant the whole bloodline finding us, meant the wars, meant everything I'd bled to prevent. But there are people in every pack who exist outside its politics. Healers. Midwives. The old women who catch the babies and keep the secrets, who owe loyalty to no Alpha, only to the life in their two hands. My mother had spoken of one, long ago, before everything — a midwife named Orla, far to the wes

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.”