Trap Breeding Novels & Stories

I asked, as I looked around at the cribs. “They’re part of our breeding program. We have some clients who have preferences. They prefer certain genes and pay top dollar for that. I never knew that was a lucrative business until I met with the Alpha of the Blue Crest pack less than two years ago. He was hoping that I would be able to find a way to effectively breed one of his females with his own genes without him sleeping with her,” he said. My heart clenched because that had been Elle’s pack. Was it Elle that he wanted to breed?

“Those girls were generally locked, bred, occasionally maimed for additional income and kept as such. The children were generally put into captivity from birth to go through the same process. Most adults didn’t even speak languages and were highly feral. Was it caused mostly by their genetic, how they were raised, or most probably both? Ultimately, we’ll never know. Some wizards studied them as much as they could and documented it, but they were, in the end, too dangerous to keep into captivity.” “Captivity,” I said, my voice arctic. “There were not sane, Kaden. Some were maybe sixth to twelfth generations of breeding with all sorts of things. How do you think they would have been restrained

“A shame, as she was a fine producer. 46 successful clutches, each one at least 8 eggs.” In the next room is a group of what appears to be children around the age of 6. They were in various shades of creamy brown to dark chestnut, their hair golden curls to platinum frizz. They are lying in beds, restrained inside of strange beds that are encased in glass. “Your Highness will be pleased to hear that our new growth formula is decreasing the time for them to reach maturity from 50 years to just 10. These new glass pods that you designed suit this task perfectly. We are now able to pump mating pheromones into these pods twice a day, which is much more efficient than when we were mixing it into

Each was descended from the same person, had the same physical body, and had the same genetic tendencies. Faucet figured that by controlling how many people were created, and what talent they had, the rest would be easy. No unemployment, no mental defectives no civil unrest, no birth defects, and no waste. That was why the prototype soldier, a man named Jhon Adam Walter, had been replicated thousands of times, while there were only four hundred copies of the great Ishimoto. Perhaps there would have been less war, less pain, and less suffering had the numbers been reversed.

"They destroyed people's ability to be human and called it an asset." "There's more." Doc pulls up another file, and I'm not sure I want to see it. "The breeding component isn't random. They're selecting for specific traits—empathic ability, divine affinity, physical strength. They're not just creating spies, Jolie. They're trying to breed the next generation of wolves according to Council specifications." The implications hit me like a blow. "They're playing god with wolf genetics." "They've been playing god for years." He corrects. "And they've gotten very good at it. Look at the success rates—ninety percent of conditioned wolves successfully integrate into their target packs. Eighty-five

Not when I’m hurting and feeling used. When Blade sees I’m not about to answer him, he goes on to remind me of the rule. One of the many he had stipulated on the first night he’d taken me to bed. “No sentiments,” he adds. “From the first day we met, I told you that ours wouldn’t be a real relationship. The only reason I chose you as my breeder was to produce heirs. So far, you’ve only managed to give me a daughter. Don’t you turn around and start pulling this sentimental crap first thing in the morning. Focus that energy on getting pregnant and giving me sons.”

"Also dangerous. Supernaturals won't cooperate with human-led breeding programs." "They will if they don't know it's happening." I show my clinic footage. "Marian trusts Isla. Isla trusts me. I provide prenatal care. Document everything. After birth, we study the child. Learn the genetic sequences. Replicate the process." "And the mother?" "Expendable. Once we have the data." Silence. Then Thorne speaks. "What about Callum Brennan? How does he fit into this?"

I knew what breeder programs were, but they were almost a thing of the past no thanks to Dominic reestablishing the practice. “I have five half sisters somewhere in Black Haven or one of their allies. My mom was forty when she had me and she was in their program since she was eighteen, never finding her fated.” She shook her head. “They basically force your heat once a week until you are pregnant; they have high strength supplements and pheromones to speed up the process there. From eighteen on until you are deemed too old or if you happen across your fated while they use you, you are in the program.” Sarah put her hands over her mouth in shock, while I stood there speechless. “My Goddess..”

I knew Randolph would lose his shit if the twins turned out to be sigmas. "You know you can adopt the Chartaristics study to decipher their breed," Cindy said. We looked at her because we had never heard of that, but it was possible we wouldn't because Brooksbridge's female education system was better than Lakewood's. "What is that?" Racheal asked her. "There are experts you can hire to monitor and study your child's behaviour. They will be able to tell your child's breed. They are usually Ninety-five per cent accurate, but they don't come cheap." Cindy said, and Racheal looked at her desperately.

“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.