Birth Fiction Novels & Stories

The air inside the maternity ward of the High Spire was thick with the scent of sterile copper and the sweet, heavy perfume of the Bronze-Leaf Oak. Outside, the twin suns of Novus were crossing the meridian, casting a dual shadow that danced across the floor. For the first time in the history of the Union, a child was being born who had never known the metallic tang of recycled bunker air or the crushing weight of the home world's gravity.

"Biologically he's my father. The rest of it ended." She looked up. "That's not nothing to lose." "No. But it's not what I thought it was either. You can grieve a version of someone that never existed." I met her eyes. "I've had time to do that." The space between us was the same small distance it always became when the world went quiet around us. I was starting to think it was just our natural proximity—some radius we defaulted to without deciding to. "After this is done," she said. "The combat, the succession, all of it. What do you actually want?"

Lucio fell into a long, endless dream. In that dream, I never wrote a farewell letter. I was never abducted. I never died. We even married under the blessings of the crowd, but married life was far from happy. Bella, his childhood sweetheart from the lower class, had taken her own life at home after failing to repay a loan shark. Lucio became convinced that the loan had been a trap I set in secret. That misunderstanding made him hate me for ten long years. In the end, I even went to handle the most dangerous territory at the South Pier for his sake.

CHAPTER 124: THE HUNGER OF THE NEW GOD The "Lagos-grit" had taught me that a birth is rarely a beautiful thing—it’s a bloody, violent struggle for air in a world that wants to keep you small. But this? This wasn't a birth. It was an awakening of a hunger so ancient, so primal, that the very air in the "Project Genesis" dome seemed to curdled into ash.

"She's pregnant. She fainted after vomiting. Do your job." As they wheeled me into the exam room, Cameron stood in the hallway, peeling off his suit jacket. Sweat soaked his back. He looked at the red light above the door. He turned to Jonah Price. "Is birthing pups truly as dangerous as they say?" Jonah nodded gravely. "My cousin nearly died from a blood clot. Her mate's family refused to pay for the healing. It’s a battle every time." Cameron’s jaw tightened. "That’s reprehensible."

On the folding table, the burner laptop blinked into the dark: [GHOST_PROTOCOL: ACTIVE — Hour 4] She pulled Marcus's third-edition volume on fetal cardiac development into her lap. Its spine was cracked, the margins dense with his cramped annotations in violet ink. If she was going to bring four lives into this world with no hospital, no sterile theater, and no safety net, she was going to understand every heartbeat before they arrived. She couldn't afford to just be a mother; she had to be their safeguard. At six, a tin mug of black tea slid into her field of vision.

… Later on, my best friend told me how Clara aged at lightning speed and ultimately had to rely on expensive medical equipment to stay alive. Mirabelle, on the other hand, insisted on having Marcus' baby despite the scandal. However, because she was a woman of advanced maternal age who never went for prenatal checkups, her child was born with Down syndrome. She took her son to fight for the Pembroke family's inheritance, but they refused to acknowledge him and even sent Marcus to Rivora to lie low. With nowhere else to turn, she went online to livestream her sob story. The feud between them blew up so badly that it eventually made national news.

I looked at Nimueh. " We are saying that you are how you are because of him. Your mother is human. She doesn't have any magic in her veins. Your father is Blessed and a vampire. The first hybrid." Nimueh takes a breath before continuing. Her forehead is etched in frustration. " How this escaped us before, we have no idea. Vampires are born, not created like the Deamhans, even if they are daemons. He is in league with the Deamhans Alice. That's why they are after you. Don't you see?" She finishes. Her voice incremented with each word she spoke. I swallowed hard. My father is with the Deamhans. Me being half-vampire because of him. I'm not normal because of him. I feel my world crumble beneath

It made her future easier. When she opened her eyes in this body, she had been too confused to understand anything. The pregnancy alone had been a huge shock, especially for her, who after so many years of surviving never had much of an idea about being intimate with others. Of course, back on Earth, things got out of control, and that book had been another way of pushing the right narrative. Having more than one partner was normal, pregnancy was bad and drove people insane, and you needed to stick close to strong people if you wanted to survive.

“A deadly illness. I had even resigned myself to waiting for death.” Livia looked at Rossa with tears falling from her eyes. “But one day, something moved inside my stomach.” Rossa smiled bitterly as she remembered it. “I even thought… maybe I just had worms because I often ate unhealthy food.” Livia could not hold back her sobs when she heard that. She did not even know how she should react. Rossa continued her story in a soft voice. “Until one day… I gave birth to you.” Rossa smiled. “I gave birth alone.