Born To Rule Novels & Stories

Bryan's face appeared clearly in her memory: his bright eyes, his small smile, and the missing front tooth he proudly showed everyone. “Mummy is coming,” she whispered, imagining his little voice answering her. The memory hurt, but it also reminded her why she had to keep pretending. She had learned to answer when people called her Isabella. She had listened, studied, and begun to imitate the woman everyone expected to see. But her real identity remained untouched. They could dress her in Isabella's clothes, call her by Isabella's name, and surround her with Isabella's memories. None of that could change the child she had carried and loved.

"That makes sense." I tried to smile, but it didn't last. My thoughts had already drifted somewhere else. Kael was celebrating his heir. He was happy about the child Seraphina was carrying, and soon, he would have the family he wanted. Meanwhile, I was standing in another man's kingdom, carrying his child as well. I lowered my gaze and placed my hand over my belly. What would happen if Kael ever found out that his child was still alive? Would he come after us again?

The tale of him being a celibate was in fact surprising than tragic, master Xavier was the chosen one to the title being the only heir of Sebastians. However, at his birth when his mother had to accept death while providing him a life... his birth created a sense of supremacy around the entire territories of young Europe. His birth was not one normal birth for the people to believe, the saying goes by that when master Xavier was about to be born... the entire territories of the young Europe were being divided by the rule of rulers. But at the night of his birth, came the time when the territories had to come forward and be one because of the disaster.

It was Elegance, Confidence, Power, Oppression and Pride. "I think this is how I used to imagine the king would be like." Charlie whispered. "It needs a cool name that screams power." Dash said. "Like what?" "Like... The Emperor's Bloodline."

The crowd agreed and cheer on that. “Enough!” Elliott thundered, and his voice sent fear through the heart of those standing around. He stepped forward and his eyes glowed red, signifying his new rank as alpha king, which came with the crown. “I am the firstborn son of Robb Ainsworth and rightful heir to the throne. The world has denied my birthright since the day of my conception, but not anymore. I stand for justice and justice has prevailed.” He said, and they all stared at him silently. “I am your king and I will rule as I dim fit and anyone who challenges my legitimacy will be put to the sword.”

Questioning the past, it was not easy for Fabian to tell others. Only Jane. Because he grew up in an environment that might not be expected to give birth to someone who is a genius in fashion. Even Fabian himself could not understand why he ended up on this path. "What are all those books and colored pencils for, huh?"

This was all just routine, because mother told me my great grandfather implemented a rule called primogeniture, where the father must be succeeded by his son as king. He banned the Uzama; a body of hereditary chiefs, to lessen their influence in the selection of the king. So they had no option but to crown me king. However, one of the chief's kept badgering me with different questions about happenings in the eighteenth century. I began struggling with the answers and mother started fidgeting beside me, but I kept a straight face and struggled through.

“No darling, a king rules, a queen merely looks good on his arm. Finally a King will sit on the throne and preside over all of dragon kind, Goddess Drakina’s mistake would be rectified. An Earth dragon would once again rule, that’s why you were born” His words were making me angry. I could see that he wanted me to be beneath him, he didn’t see me as an equal… my father was right, he only wanted to be with me for power, to rule over the entire dragon kingdom. Further to insult this asshole believed that our goddess made a mistake and I was only born to rectify some “mistake” “That’s why I was born… to look good on your arm and give you power?” “Ofcourse, why else?”

“You might think you have the throne, but even kings follow rules.” “Yeah?” his voice dropped. “And what rule is that?” Grayson stepped in smoothly. “If you think you can just knock up some random girl and parade the baby as your heir, you’re dead wrong.” “Exactly,” Eleanor added. “Your father and our founding laws require more than blood. The heir must come from a family, a union. One you’re committed to. One that reflects our legacy. Not another mistake.” “So what—” Roman scoffed. “You’re telling me I have to secure a family first?”

I asked lowly, trying not to piss him off. “they don’t sparkle,” he said, smirking. “But the blood part? Yeah. Sometimes.” I gulped. “Well, that’s… terrifyingly hot.” His smirk deepened. “But what about your family?” I asked gently. “How did you end up ruling rogues?” He hesitated. “I was born into a powerful bloodline,” he said slowly. “Royal, even. But I didn’t belong. My father wanted power. My mother wanted perfection. I was neither. So I left before they could ‘fix’ me.”