Born To Be Different Series Novels & Stories

Sometimes, he considered how best to explain something that had been his reality for centuries but was completely foreign to us. “Demons are not all the same,” he told us. “That is where many people get it wrong.” We listened with rapt attention as he explained the distinctions. The biggest difference in demons was whether they were born as one or made into one after death. Natural-born ones were never human or another species like us. They included incubi, succubi, imps, djinn, and cambions. They were born and raised in the demonic realm. Not to mention that they could reproduce, form bloodlines, and they held more freedom within the realm.

The handwriting is old, but elegant. It obviously does not belong to the ones they took in. It is not modern, and the ink is slightly faded. Malisha reads it silently at first, then her voice falters. "This covenant binds the third born female of the line of the ritual ascension and creation of new creatures..." Everyone's blood runs cold. Beatrix takes a sit. Her grandmother was the third born female. Her grandmother also had three daughters, and her mother was once again the third born female. she is the first born female and Malisha is the first born female.

The doors opened to reveal a room filled with flickering monitors, all showing a single, terrifying image: A biological cradle, waiting for a host. And standing in the center of the room, holding a surgical laser, was a man who looked exactly like Dante, but with eyes of burning violet. The Prototype. The Firstborn. "Welcome home, little brother," the Firstborn said, his voice a perfect, melodic chime of madness. "I’ve been waiting for the blood to arrive. Shall we begin the transfer, or do I have to take the child from her while you watch?" Is the Firstborn a loyal tool of Arthur St. Claire, or does he have his own obsessive designs on the "Natural Born" heir—and can Dante protect Ivy from

“Oh, no. I would rather not. They sold me and did not think twice about it. Before that they never treated me like I was one of them. I’m good here.” I look at Dave again “See, Dave, she is good here.” Dave rolled his eyes before laying down on my couch like he was on his bed. I look back at Arianna now. She looked different. I couldn’t place my finger on it. But something was different about her. A good kind of difference. “Did Becky talk to you?” I ask. “Yes, she did. I don’t know what to think about it. I’m an Omega. I know first hand what being different gets you. I’m not sure I want to be any more different.”

That night, I'd overheard Derek talking to himself. At first, I'd wanted to figure out who he was talking to. Unexpectedly, a cold electronic voice suddenly echoed in my mind. It told me that it was Derek's system. But because I was the target receiving the transferred injuries, the moment I became aware of its existence, it automatically bound itself to me as well. At first, I was surprised, but then I considered the fact that I'd been reborn. Thus, the existence of a system didn't seem that far-fetched.

“Surely, you can’t tell me that you don’t know. Don’t you see it?” I squinted my brows, trying to feign ignorance. “See what?” “Forgive me, some children are born differently, and I believe she falls into that category.” I paused. He knew something. Something he wasn’t supposed to. At least not that early. Especially when she hadn’t done anything out of the ordinary since the welcoming charade began. “Born differently? What do you mean?” He turned to her. “Well, you can just see it radiating off her. There’s something different and ancient about her. And not in a bad way,” he quickly added, turning to me.

“Look I know you don’t want to be here, and I know you think they are going to keep you here. But what you don’t know is you’re special. You’re a special Dweller, you were born of special blood.” “Yeah.” She said rolling her eyes. “You’ve told me this, but that doesn’t even make sense, I didn’t even know I was different until you had Daniel inject something into me, and kill my parents, if you didn’t come into my life, I wouldn’t have lived my life a normal kid.”

Even when I tried to save it, I still lost it. Yeah, you heard right. I am no saint. This world is far from cupcake and t ,rainbows and their isn't not one soul that could tell me different. I have had to fight to survive since the day I lii I broke out of an egg into this world. No one has ever known where I came from and from the moment I got here I've never know any kindness. I have always been the odd one out because I was different. I'm not talking different just because the color of my skin. I'm talking different because when I get well and truly pissed I turn into a vicious monster.

Six years after fragment release. Network had evolved beyond anything imaginable. Physical community of three hundred and twelve adults. Between community of thirty-seven consciousness including Elena, Marcus, seven purification healers, and others who'd chosen transition. Plus one hundred and fourteen children born into post-apocalypse reality. Then something unprecedented happened. A child was born in between. Not conceived in between. Conceived physically before mother chose transition. But born while mother's consciousness was fully between. Born into non-physical reality. Born as pure consciousness. Born different.

I felt sick. “And Elara?” Victor's eyes darkened. “She was the first child born with the complete sequence.” Mara stepped forward. “Don't.” Victor ignored her. “Subject 000 wasn't an experiment at first.” Mara froze. “She was born naturally.” I looked at Mara. “Your daughter.” Mara nodded. “She was born with the gene.” Victor continued. “Your father discovered her when she was three.” “And me?” “You were different.” “How?” Victor looked directly into my eyes.