Born To Rule Novels & Stories

He told our entire family the story of how he announced me as Lady Viktoria even though it wasn’t allowed, since I would never become queen, and how he was convinced that I had a destiny and he didn’t care what the rules said. Those rules haven’t just changed nowadays. We completely obliterated them when first me and then Melissa gave birth to male vampires and all of us survived. If you had to look at the science of it, I am sure the fact that we were mated to wolves made a huge difference, but for the first time in a long time, the royal children were born out of the royal family and not a poor concubine who had to give up her child. I walked with my father to the balcony and we looked out

Together with Kael, we became teammates at some point, and although we never had a heart-to-heart conversation like he and Kael had, I had listened to them talk. He was the secondborn son of the Kingdom of Nazeer. And while the Kingdom of Absalom gave rights to every son or daughter to be an heir of the king’s throne, in his kingdom, only the firstborn were given the right to the throne. And for that reason, I assumed he wanted Adessa’s hand so he could have at least a chance to be a king.

Their steps slowed as they glanced back at Lyra, awaiting her command. She crossed her arms, a mocking smile curling her lips. "You don't actually believe her, do you? His Majesty bathed in blood to seize the throne, surviving a brutal struggle among nine heirs. Even the High Priest declared he would never father children. "Yet this lonely little carp dares claim her illegitimate child belongs to him? If His Majesty had an heir, he would shout it to the world. Do you see any such proclamation? Tell me, is that not the funniest thing you've ever heard?"

My skin crawls beneath her gaze. We pile into the waiting limo and the driver takes us toward the city. The vampire castle clings to the edge of their sprawling capital, their people spread through its streets with only a few living out in scattered villages. They are fewer than us, but they are strong and fast, each one dangerous. Since the Council outlawed the turning of mortals, their numbers have slowed. Vampires can be born, but births are rare, and a born vampire always stands above a made one. That distinction rules their world. Only a born vampire can sit the throne. Alistair’s line has held power since their independence, and they guard it fiercely.

"He was made to kill me." There was more at the bottom of the page, smaller and harder to read. I didn't want to keep going but I couldn't stop myself. "The cage wasn't chosen. She was born into it. She had silver eyes from birth. Her mother was the last free Myrrhborn, and when she died giving birth, the child became a prisoner. The Primordial passed into her. Everything the Moon tried to bury, it's been sleeping inside the daughter ever since." I stopped reading.

The Warlord’s jaw tightened, his claws biting into his palms. “Then they will have to go through me.” Their eyes met again—ancient enemies bound now by something far older than war. Between them lay a child who should not have been born. A girl with a vampire’s stillness and a wolf’s hunger. A future written in blood and prophecy. And as the moon reached its peak overhead, the baby yawned— revealing tiny fangs already breaking through her gums. The Queen laughed once, breathless and broken. “Gods help us,” she murmured. “She’s perfect.”

"I don't want to let anyone down." Yet, as I looked at my child, I questioned my decision. He was born as an Alpha, an heir to the kingdom, and he was born to rule. I'd already taken away his father from his life, now would I also take away his birthrights? Was I being too selfish? While I was his mother, was it really up to me to decide whether he should grow up as a nobody?

It was a rule I had instilled in my men from the moment I took the reins of the family. I rose to my feet, my tailored suit a silent reminder of the power that coursed through my veins. "Mercy is for the weak, Luca. And you are weak. Weakness will not be tolerated in this family." With a flick of my wrist, Luca's fate was sealed. "Ken!" I barked at my second-in-command, my voice laced with disgust as I gazed at the worthless blood spreading across my tiles. "Clean up this mess, now!" Just then, my servant rushed in, phone in hand. "Boss, a call for you."

Real, solid and dangerous. “Save me from what?” I ask furiously. I never needed saving until he started popping in at the slightest whim. “From watching everyone you love wither. From playing a role written by dead men who feared a woman with power. From that tiny life you think you deserve.” He steps closer, voice soft. “You were born for more than love and grief, Scarlett. You were born to rule. To reign.” I don’t answer. There’s no need for me to tell him I don’t want that. Let him rather tempt me with things I have no interest in.

"Maybe you all haven't heard that I was born with superhuman strength. So, don't try to rebel against me. I am stronger than you think. Men are not the symbol of strength. I am. "Now, adhering to the Kingsleys' long-established family motto of subduing others with force, I am the head of the family from today onward." "Father, please refrain from saying a word and listen to me. Things have been going downhill for Kingsley Group in recent years. Kingsley Group certainly will go bankrupt without Summers Group's capital investment. So, do not even think about ditching me. "Besides, I'm pregnant now. There are still months to go until I deliver the baby and leave the lactation period. Oliver can