Born As Novels & Stories

The cry of the **Source-Born** didn't travel through the air; it traveled through the bone. It was a sound of tectonic plates grinding together, mixed with the high, thin wail of a newborn and the roar of a collapsing star. As the gargantuan infant of starlight rose over the horizon of the Nursery, the perfect purple sunset was bleached into a blinding, agonizing white.

REBORNED Episode seven Then…I saw her. I sobbed. I haven’t cried in a long time And I did. “Nona!” I ran to where her body laid and tried to wake her up by shaking her body vigorously. I saw that two of her legs were scalded by the fire and she could not move. She could not breathe and she kept groaning in pain. Good God, she is alive! I sighed shakily in relief and wasted no time in attempting to carry her up.

I hate that they’re separated, that she didn’t even have a chance to hold him. “Cry,” I command. “Clear your lungs. Let us hear you.” He gurgles a soft cry before it erupts, loud and clear as a bell, the same bells ringing through Moonrise to announce the birth of a new royal–the first of his generation. A prince. I could fall to my knees right now in thanks.

He gasped loudly and glanced down at me with wide eyes. "I didn't mean to, damn it," I cried out and told Sara to get the child out of me. Sara was laughing at me not knowing that I had just marked Noah. The birthing had been going on for hours and I couldn't push anymore. She peeked her head up and told me she could see a dark-haired head coming with tiny tiny horns. Noah squeezed my hand and told me to continue and honor Dagon. I glanced at him with narrowed tired eyes and nodded. I continued for an hour more pushing my baby boy from my body. Bjorn Ogrith, nineteen inches long weighing seven pounds, eight ounces was born and looked exactly like his father.

Legend “The greed and greed of a person awaken in him the basest desires, which give rise to black envy. This is exactly what happened to a little boy who grew up in an ordinary peasant family. Knowing nothing but labor and deprived of the benefits that noble people possessed, Demid nurtured true evil in himself. And evil, as you know, always breeds evil. Desiring power and great strength, with the help of magic on the night of the full moon, after performing the rite of conversion, he was reborn into a creature that the people had not seen before.

For the first time in months, peace had found us and wrapped us in its blanket. When the sun rose over our mountain, its light touched the tiny fist of the child who had been born in rolling thunder. His name was Storm, and with his first breath, the world had changed forever.

Truth be told, the main reason why my parents had been very strict with my education since I was a child was that I was born with superhuman strength. To make matters worse, I had an awfully violent temper. When I was five, I gave the older man in our neighborhood, who tried to take advantage of me, a fatal blow on his lower body. It was that momentous occasion where my parents witnessed a sight that made their scalps tingle in the hospital. From then on, their eyes carried a hint of fear whenever they looked at me, especially my father. He seemed to view me as a monster, and I could always hear him giving my mother an earful behind my back.

{Revna’s POV} My mother frowned. “What do you mean?” “Eclipse born— Is that really what you wanted to tell us?” My father remarked. They didn’t believe me. “Yes! I mean that she’s a fucking Werewarg. Ava was born on an eclipse night!” I restated but then my father waved it off as he motioned to continue whatever he had been doing with my mother’s skin. I grew a tight frown— a really tight one; one that told my mother I wasn’t messing around.

I loved how he had a full head of spirals and curls, how his fists were dimpled and how he sucked on his thumb like it was Mum's pink nipple. He was a tiny baby at birth weighing about 2.5 kilograms at birth (Mum said we were all tiny babies) but after two months, he became very chubby and had folds on his chin, arms and thighs. Luc said Mum had an earth-wrecking orgasm the night she conceived Krystal and that is why he turned out so beautiful. She would say this in hush whispers when I'm holding Krystal, and we giggle behind our palms because we were not supposed to know what an orgasm was. Sometimes Krystal smiled or giggled too like he understood.

"Come on, Daniel, no need to get hot. If you'd been up to the task, maybe Rebecca would be carrying your baby. However, no, I had to step in and give the Harris family a future. Imagine Dad and Mom without a grandkid. That's just sad." Was it really my fault that Rebecca could not get pregnant? She never wanted to; that much was clear to me. Five years of marriage, and I had lost count of how many times I had brought up having kids. However, she always brushed it off, saying we were too young, not ready. I backed off to respect her wishes. Then, I was the bad guy. Marvin was not done yet. "The baby's here, but it's going to be rough for you. Rebecca was scared that a C-section would dumb dow