Born To Be Different Series Novels & Stories

He was born to fight. THE END...

Gradually I cautiously moved my fingers, my arms until I was able to sit up. It was, at that moment when I sensed something, a primal energy coursing through me. It felt like a current surging with life and vitality. It seemed as though a powerful force of nature had taken hold of my being. But I was only 17. I was supposed to turn 18 tomorrow. Was I an early bird? And then, it hit me. I looked down at my hands, my fingers trembling. Fur. Dark fur was sprouting from my skin, covering my arms and hands. I felt a strange sensation around my face, and when I touched it, I realised that my nose was elongating.

Mama Sally agreed. I sighed and nodded. After supper, the two went straight to their room. I, on the other hand, ended up on the rooftop to unwind and calm my chaotic thoughts. A few star in the sky sparkles, emitting a weak light to my post, entertaining me a bit. I reached into my pocket for the necklace I had purchased earlier, and the pendant fell right in front of me. I closed my eyes as I recalled my origins. I was born a werewolf, and no matter how hard I tried to blend in, my identity would always prevail. It is a part of my existence that I cannot get rid of because it was what mold me.

… 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.

] [The more I think about it, the creepier it gets… could there be more to it? Ethan paced in exasperation, while Vanessa curled up in a corner, trembling and avoiding everyone's eyes. I closed my eyes, saving the last bit of energy I had. The results came back fast. The head nurse came in with the report, her hands shaking so hard she could barely hold it. Her face was tense, and her voice came out shaky, "The results show… the newborn has no genetic relation to the birth mother, Claire Everly. "No biological relation to Dr. Ethan Kingsley either.

It soaked in greedily—but did not glow. “Not my blood,” she said calmly. “I know.” She closed her good eye and whispered names long erased— the Vampire Queen’s true name, spoken only once at coronation. the Werewolf Warlord’s birth-name, howled the night he first shifted. The earth paused. Then slowly, reluctantly, it parted. Inside the cradle lay a child who should not have lived. She was small for her age—no longer a newborn, but not yet a toddler. Time had folded strangely around her. Her skin was smooth and pale, untouched by dirt or decay. Dark hair curled against her scalp, thicker now, wilder.

The plague was gradually being contained, and trade routes across the continent were reopening. "Mom, I want to change my last name," Lyra suddenly said. I was taken aback. "Change your last name?" She nodded. "Yes. I don't want to be a Dwyer anymore. I want to have the same last name as you and Grandma Raina." "But why?" "Because I'm your daughter. Dad may have given me half of my bloodline, but you gave me my entire life. It was true in our previous lives, and it's true in this one too."

I continue, “My family is different. Over half the people in our pack don’t have special abilities. You know, outside of the whole turning into a wolf thing.” He lets out a deep chuckle and says, “I just don’t want to be viewed as the odd one out.” I turn on my side as I face him, “I’ve always been seen as the odd one out, Bryce.” “Explain.” He tells me and I frown softly, surprised he doesn’t already know. I say, “I’m adopted.” “I knew that. What else?” “My powers are… different than others. My parents don’t realize that I’ve always been made fun of by my peers.”

"If everyone’s doing it differently and they’re getting better results, they must be doing something right. See? This world went better than all the previous ones. Maybe I’m the one who has been the burden. Maybe if I were more like the others from the beginning, we’d-“ “Not exist.” Luna interrupted with a dead calm. BaoBao's head shot up and he stared at Luna with round eyes. “If you were like other systems, I'd have been abandoned from the get go. It’s because you were different that you didn't give up on me. We wouldn't have achieved all the things we did. BaoBao, if anything, you ARE the perfect system for me.” Big droplets left BaoBao’s face like shiny pearls. “Really...? Is it really o

Julian shoved her away, his eyes still locked on me. A look of desperation filled his eyes. "Elara..." his voice became low, pleading. "I really know I was wrong. Can't you just give me one more chance? This life, I swear I'll do right by you. I won't make the same mistakes again." My heart skipped a beat. This life? Did he just say "this life"? Was Julian... also reborn? Did he remember everything from our past life? As I stood there, stunned, the family's security team arrived. They quickly subdued Julian and his men.