Born As Novels & Stories

Jenny replied, who was even so radiant at this time. Hana took a deep breath. She then chose to sit near Jenny this time, "Jenny, a few moments ago your family's personal doctor has come to examine you. She said if you are healthy and also..." Jenny seemed to be waiting for the continuation of what Hana would say this time to her, "And also what, Hana?" "The baby in your womb is also healthy right now. You are declared pregnant," Hana answered later. Jenny heard this and was silent for a while.

I did not mind it one bit, because I had a better surprise waiting in store. Whenever Julie's birthday rolled around, Sophie would be even better prepared than me. I did not even need to do anything because Sophie would have everything covered for Julie's birthday party. That year was arguably the most important one because it was Julie's 18th birthday—the year that marked her transition into adulthood.

“Congratulations, miss. You’ve got a beautiful, bouncing baby boy—eight pounds, six ounces. You did well.” She placed him in my arms. Even though the natural birth was the most painful thing I had ever endured, I knew I would do it again in a heartbeat just to feel this. I stared into his tiny face. He gripped my thumb, and my heart clenched. “Noah,” I whispered, “you’ve come to me in God’s time, and I will love you fiercely forever. Born on this auspicious day—may it be a blessing. May you be sheltered by the goddess as well.”

The warm, softly lit room seemed to encourage confessions, and John began to share his tumultuous upbringing. He recounted being discovered as an abandoned baby by two hikers when he was just a few months old. They handed him over to the local authorities, and he ended up in a local orphanage when no one came looking for him. The subsequent years were marked by a nomadic journey between orphanages and foster homes. Loneliness and relentless bullying became his constant companions. His vibrant emerald-green eyes, remarkable grace, and uncanny agility made him an outcast. The fact that he never seemed to fall ill only heightened his sense of not belonging.

May 19th, 1993. Murim District. The sky was covered with dark clouds. The cold rain fell harder than it had in decades, threatening to drown out everything in existence. In a small private clinic, a baby boy was born between two of the most influential families in the area. The surroundings were mostly vast open regions of dry deserts and mountains so having access to any kind of medical facilities was a big deal. He was given the name Kong Sheng Chen by his mother which had brave/heroic and dignified characteristics. He didn't look particularly heroic though. With dark hair and fair skin, his only noticeable feature was the color of his eyes which were light green. His birth came at

After all, it was better than the silence. "The power system is divided into two, majorly. There are Abilities and Magic Users. The ability users are people born with ability cells in them. These ability cells are what determines what kind of abilities they get; wind, fire lightening, sound, earth, metal, wood, plants and weapon control, speed, strength, enhanced brains-something...I don't remember what that something is....ummm... transformation, transmutation, shapeshifting, virtually anything you can think of. I can't really explain the science behind it but, as a human or beast, if you are born with even the slightest sign of ability cells, you have the chance to become an ability user.

"Your mother was born in the beginning of winter. She was our firstborn, we—your grandmother and I—were ecstatic. We had been married for less than a year and we would be parents. It was both frightening and exciting at the same time. She was loved, our dear Vivia. She was a quiet baby, rarely threw tantrums. She was satisfied simply by being fed and bathed. No one had ever seen a sweeter baby.

Dad waves it at her, and she finally takes it and carefully opens it. Her eyes widen as she pulls out the jewelry box and the necklace with a crescent moon pendant. “It is beautiful. Thank you so much.” She weeps as she speaks. “Most wolves are born on a full moon. Believe it or not, I remember the day that you were born. It was a cold night, and your mom went into labor. We all thought it was false contractions because all pups came on a full moon. You decided that you wanted to be different and came on a waxing crescent moon.” Dad admits. “I was born on a Waning Crescent moon. So don’t feel bad.” I nudge her softly. “Thank you so much for this. May I hug you?” She asks through tear-filled

The only piece she hadn't let go. The forest whispered her name. Not the one given by the Goddess. The one forged in fire exile. Rogue Traitor's spawn. She closed her eyes, and for a moment, she remembered what it felt like to belong. The warmth of her mother. Her father's laugh. The certainty that she would one day lead the people. But the world didn't want a queen forged in ruin. They wanted a weapon. And Aria Ashborne was ready to become one. Ready to give back whatever the world gives her when she's not ready.

"You did it, my love. We did it." In that hospital room, amidst the chaos and the pain, a family was born. Zara, Alexander, and their precious baby, united by the profound experience of bringing a new life into the world. It was a moment of raw emotion, of love's enduring strength, and of the unbreakable bond between a mother, a father, and their child.