Werewolf Breeding Stories Novels & Stories

“You just don’t want to say that outloud. Because you know how dangerous that could be.” I nodded. It was incredibly uncommon in our world for werewolves to get a mate who was anything other than another werewolf. But over the last few decades our numbers have been dwindling, and I knew from overhearing our parents in meetings, that this was something they were worried about. Couples all across the world were having a harder and harder time trying to conceive. There was a time a werewolf couple would have at least three pups, but it wasn’t that way anymore. Jake and Nick didn’t have any siblings, and I had a much younger sister, deemed a miracle.

Brock retorted, skepticism lacing his voice. I countered his disbelief, "As it turns out, the legend carries more truth than we thought. Indeed, there was a mermaid princess and a werewolf prince who discovered they were mates. Their families opposed the match, but the lovers were inseparable. Unable to bear the thought of living apart, the princess sacrificed her tail to become a mortal and remain with her love. In exchange for this transformation, they struck a deal with a witch, paying a steep price—their firstborn son. The witch then sold the child to a childless werewolf couple."

he points to the shelf to his right, I nod my head and quickly get to work. Soon I find the book with a thick leather cover titled 'Supernatural Breeds'. "Got it" I say scanning through the pages, Theo joins my side, we search for a while until we find what I was searching for. 'WIRCHIF CHILD' ~ This breed of child is produced by the mating of a male werewolf and a female black witch, it is very rare for a werewolf to be mated to a black witch as they both are enemies by nature.

Leslie groaned awake as Tara and Zak dragged a table across the shattered window and braced it with chairs. “Tom? You can’t be out of bed,” Leslie said, pushing up on her elbows. “Jakey, what’s happening? What are those animals?” “Werewolves,” Jake said, eyes not leaving the hall. “They’re real.” Tara peeled a slat of the front blinds. “They’re everywhere,” she whispered. “Sniffing. Hunting.” Zak joined her, jaw tight. “Can we make the car?” She checked—froze. “They’re ripping the W.R.X. to pieces.”

How could that be? Luca could tell I was confused because he didn’t stop his explanation, he just continued walking with me in tow as he explained, “With so many she-wolves being killed and none being born over the past eighteen years, many wolves lost hope of ever finding a true mate or chosen mate of pure blood, so to prevent themselves from going feral, they began to accept other fae as mates. Their offspring are considered to be half-breeds. They have our traits and can shift, but they are sterile.” I gasped, “I thought mixed breeding was outlawed back before the great Blood war?”

Completion of the mark involves both parties adorning the same symbol followed by the process of physically mating. Though there have been rare occurrences, little is known about these particular half-breeds. Few Werewolves and Vampires have been mated, and even fewer couple to produce offspring. Vampires and Werewolves have long been thought of as natural enemies. Acknoledging the ability for Vampires and Werewolves to mate poses a heavy question. Are the two species truly destined natural enemies? During the 1,500’s a surge of half-breeds appeared across Eastern Europe. Various tests had been done before each half-breed met an untimely demise. It is unknown whether Werewolves or Vampires a

Bushes, trees and plants surrounding them with an open path filled with dried leaves where Lyra and the chauffeur drove on. Unlike humans, werewolves loved to live in dense forests. After all, they were still part animals. As he drove, she noticed the scenery getting less dense. It was like they were getting to the city. She could see houses surrounded with minimal trees. Tarred roads. It seemed like she was entering the Crescent Pack, the one she had just left. “Woah...” she muttered breathlessly. The high buildings and modern life was a shock to her. She never thought her pack would ever get this civilized. Well, at least not in her time.

he said, his tone every bit mocking. I was so shocked that I didn't even say anything as he started his story, an almost hostile grin on his face. "Once upon a time, there was a witch, who fell in love with a werewolf. And what do you know, the werewolf fell right in love with her, too. Obviously, this interspecies union was met with a lot of hatred on both sides, but eventually, people came to accept it, though a lot were still sceptical, barely suppressing their hatred. The union went on for a few years. But then, the witch got pregnant. Of course, they hid it well from the world, but the news spread like wildfire when they had twins. No one wanted them to live, no one except the pack the

Hybrids weren't as rare as we liked to think but knowing the races that were crossed would help in understanding why this was a topic for conversation. “It's a cross between a werewolf and a witch. Both were murdered by the witches at the time their child was born. Or children. It says here that two were born but we only have the record of one,” a speaker said. My father turned to face the Nightfang pack Alpha. “Alpha Thorne, what do you know?” my father asked him,

Marcus’s joke of her being a breeder could become true and then her sister… She swallowed. No. She would be fine. “Do you think my sister has been made into a breeder?” She asked. He had mocked her with it but she wanted to know his real thoughts. “Maybe.” “Is that true then? That werewolves take humans as breeders.” She felt her stomach turn again. He opened his eyes. “Yes.” She took a deep breath. She had not wanted to believe that but her uncle was right.. “It is nothing new.” He sighed, closing his eyes again. “Already in the time of slaves, many human slaves became impregnated by their masters.”