Born As Novels & Stories

He is too scared to feel any other emotion. "You're doing well, Amara" Linda mumbles with a smile. "Whaaaa" And soon, a loud boisterous cry resounded like a declaration. The Steel heir was born. "Zebastian Steel, born at exactly twelve noon, on this day, February 10, 2023" Dr. Linda announce while raising the crying newborn to his parents to see. Whilst her addled state, a weak and tearful smile carves her lips, hearing her baby's loud cries and watching him kicking and wagging in Dr. Linda's grasp.

Their Son was born on All Hallows Eve, [31st October] It seemed appropriate somehow that a baby born to them would make his arrival on such a superstitious day and Melody was definitely not the ‘Mothering’ type. She discovered this immediately after her Son was born when she found she had no interest in him at all she would not even do the most basic of tasks for him. The Nurses were shocked when she recoiled away from him when they brought him to feed from her.

“And Elinor away. Because there are chances, she’s a primordial.” “What?” I rattled like a painting on the wall. “You were born on a full moon Aurora, and so was Elinor. Primordial are only born on a full moon…” He sighed.

What is this? A room in the middle of nowhere? I didn't mean to, but I got lost. I got lost in town which is so impossible because this is where my mother gave birth to me... by force. Yes, you've read it right! They made my mother give birth by using force. She was pregnant with me back then, but the people in the higher position, which we call the Vasileìa, wanted something on her. So, they used the cesarian machines for me to live even if I was only five months old in my mother's womb at that time. And since then, I've been alone without someone with me to help me grow, but those useless machines whom they want me to treat as a family.

His eyes were pinned on the birthling before him as he took it in. “What is this…?” He finally managed out in blatant horror. His eyes met sur Dalfohr’s and the Oldborn shook his head. The birthling was still covered in blood, showing it was the one that was born a few moments ago. “Answer me! What is this!? He roared again, and the mother of the strange birthling broke into a cry. “A eunuch from birth, my lord,” Sur Dalfohr spat, stepping forward. “He was born this way. No cock, no balls.” He added.

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.