Birth Fiction Novels & Stories

My stomach churned with a sickening cocktail of anxiety and nausea, and my body felt like it had been through a storm. But I got up anyway. Because that’s what you do when fear tries to paralyze you. You move. You breathe. You keep going. I took a longer shower than usual, letting the hot water beat down my back and loosen some of the tightness from my shoulders. I brushed out my hair slowly, carefully—trying to create a sense of control in at least one small area of my life. The baby fluttered inside me—a soft, reassuring little nudge that reminded me I wasn’t alone.

Gradually I cautiously moved my fingers, my arms until I was able to sit up. It was, at that moment when I sensed something, a primal energy coursing through me. It felt like a current surging with life and vitality. It seemed as though a powerful force of nature had taken hold of my being. But I was only 17. I was supposed to turn 18 tomorrow. Was I an early bird? And then, it hit me. I looked down at my hands, my fingers trembling. Fur. Dark fur was sprouting from my skin, covering my arms and hands. I felt a strange sensation around my face, and when I touched it, I realised that my nose was elongating.

He finally won. He stopped coming as usual and sent a nanny to take care of me, unlike most mothers, I had no feelings for this child in my stomach at the same time I was scared of for it, how could I bring a human being into this cruel world? It was my thirtieth birthday and for sure I knew he was going to come here , to ‘celebrate’. And I have grown tired of him and tired of life, I hated him, I hated everybody. So there was going to be either of these two outcomes when he arrived. I was either going to escape in peace, or we were both going to die together as a ‘family’

The Wi-Fi had been connected long ago, so I pressed the button. With that tap, every viewer's screen switched to a secretly recorded video. It was Ethan and Vanessa, inside my living room… and even my bedroom… being intimate. Of course, the key parts were fully censored. They were tangled up so tightly and got completely caught up in the moment. "Her pelvis has a condition… and the baby is big. She might not make it if it's a natural birth. "Even if she survives the birth, she could lose a lot of blood afterward, or suffer a serious fluid blockage. I've seen a lot."

How could a monster bring a new life into this brutal, terrifying world? The fear was a cold, constricting hand around her heart. It was a fear not for herself, but for the life growing inside her. A child born of Dante's grief, Alessandro's betrayal, and the brutal violence of the Greco. A child conceived in a moment of desperate defiance, a moment of tragic, misguided revenge. What kind of life could this child have? What kind of mother could she be?

That was how hybrids came into existence with vampires marrying witches so as to increase their population. After years of peace, the first ever vampire werewolf hybrid was born. No one believed it was possible but it happened and that child was declared the strongest amongst all supernaturals. That child was prince Arthur, born of an Alpha wolf and an elite vampire. He left the palace as a kid to learn how to use his abilities and since then no one had heard from him, until this very moment. *** “Fine, what news?” Sheila asked and Elsa smiled brightly. “Prince Arthur is back! The royal counsel had announced it early this morning!” She gushed and Margery chuckled.

"Are you? You've been reborn as a newborn child, right?" "Yes, because I am a first-class reborn, so I guess I have average?" I scratched my head because I am quite unsure. "And I can't afford to purchase any necro enhancer or cultivate anything to enhance my soul power, so let's leave it like that." I giggled. "Yes, however, there is also another type of reborn, which are very rare." I remained silent and listened to everything he said. "This type produces reborn with massive amounts of necros in their body. In this case, one is being reborn with half of their actual age. I only knew five people being reborn like this; the first one is Reeve Giraudus."

Hoots replied. "But, in Avery's case, she is not eating. Her skin is getting pale and she is not noticing that. Even Nicholas and Nahigra did not have a clue." "Didn't they check?" "They did, but they found nothing." "How come?" "I wish I knew." Wahika flipped through the pages of the book. "What are you trying to find?" Hoots looked at the book then Wahika's face. "The birth syndrome." "What is the birth syndrome?" "When the baby feeds the woman from what the child has from within."

Zelda's body convulsed with pain as the contractions surged through her. The moment she had both feared and anticipated had arrived—the birth of her child. In the midst of the agony, an unexpected figure emerged from the shadows. It was Sasha, the very person who had caused Zelda so much anguish. Despite their tumultuous history, Sasha set aside her malevolent intentions for the time being. She possessed the knowledge and expertise to assist Zelda in delivering the baby safely. The birthing process became a surreal blend of pain and paradox as Zelda, weakened yet determined, relied on Sasha's guidance.

The man walked through the darkness of the night while everyone went out to have fun in the meeting points of the city, he wandered alone somewhat sad and thoughtful. Martinez is a businessman, who has great purchasing power, and just over a week ago he had divorced his wife, Emy. With the end of the relationship the woman left, taking the couple’s two small children with her. The man could not overcome the end of the marriage, staying at home literally was torture to his head. Every day since the breakup he goes for a walk at night, little did John know that that night would change his life forever. During long hours on the street, John was far away from his apartment, he was in one of the