Born To Rule Novels & Stories

“It is true, Miss. It was Lord Levi who brought you back here.” “Thank you,” Scarlett said, though her heart felt heavy and hollow. “But why did you rush there yourself? I do not want Viviane to think the wrong thing.” ‘Of course I would not let you die now, Scarlett.’ Levi’s thoughts echoed clearly in her mind. ‘You have not even opened the sacred scroll yet. After all, you have a far stronger claim to the throne than Viviane does. If you died today, there is no guarantee she would simply become Luna in your place. She would still have to undergo her coming-of-age rituals, and those would take years to complete.’

He had never been this a loser ever since he got possessed by the evil spirit. He had a happy home from the beginning, his dad was a wealthy man who lent money to kings and kingdoms. His mum was a warrior who fought for their kingdom. Professor Justin grew up in a lovely home. He was the last born of the family with two siblings. He was treated like a prince. Everything a little boy would wish for, he has it and was always that innocent little boy smiling and playing every day in his father's mansion.

There's an adage that goes, 'it's a bit easier to run a private family than a huge country,' and I agree. My name is Alice Windsor, and I am the future ruler of Bridgeton. My life revolves around the palace, following a set of rules and training. I had actually never been free. My father often reminds me that a queen has to embody twice the qualities an ordinary person has. Instead of going out, I spend my leisure time reading and practicing.

It may seem cruel and merciless, but on the other hand, rules in the human world tended to be crueler and much more senseless. Certainly, the rule of being the strongest didn't exactly apply to Elora. She had been born rich and powerful, and she fueled her own strength by having powerful supporters. I would say that she followed more human-world rules to get her position. Ironically, I, as a human, could only apply vampire rules to climb anywhere higher than the bottom of the social ladder.

Clay grinned, “You know I won’t.” By the time it was lunchtime, Clay was almost ready to pass out. Yale was talking to the villagers while he lay in the grass in the shade. He watched his brother talk confidently and easily to them. Yale was born to rule. Everything came so easily when it came to ruling for Yale. He wouldn’t take over the kingdom until he either found his mate, he turned 400, or his parents passed earlier than expected. Clay could tell that Yale would be an incredible ruler. He was proud that he was his brother. Even though he was technically his brother, he wasn’t royal, and he would never have the chance to rule, no matter what. That didn’t

“So, let me guess, you deserved it?” “Yes,” he snarled, and I caught something dark cross his eyes. “You claim you were the youngest don, but even when we were children, I was the one always ready to do what needed to be done. I was ready to do things normal, regular, civilian children couldn’t stomach. Things you couldn’t stomach,” he hissed. I frowned, confusion taking over my features. A look of satisfaction crossed his eyes at the expression on my face. “I was born to rule the Cosa Nostra. I was a natural right from childhood. But you?” He scoffed. “Papa had to gruesomely train you before you eventually became the man you are.”

His words were cautious, and I sensed the hint of fear beneath them. "Humans? And who made this rule? Without the Alpha’s consent?" I demanded, a dangerous edge seeping into my tone. The rules were clear—this pack's actions were under my authority, and no major decisions were to be taken without my knowledge. “The pack’s Alpha and the royal blood. Look, I get that, but this is something positive. You can trust me on this one,” Mr. Clerk was visibly anxious, his words a mix of trying to persuade and placate.

he says as he pauses to take a sip of water that had been brought in by the staff. “The main stipulation was that once an Alpha female was born first to a King and Queen, that first born female would become the Queen to the reigning King of the opposite Kingdom,” my mother offers. “But why? What benefit was it to the Kingdoms? One will win one will lose,” Carter observes.

What in the world gives Enzo the right to kidnap me and bring me halfway around the world, and then tell me that I’m staying here whether I like it or not? He has a right to know I’m carrying his child, certainly, and I was going to tell him that before he spied on me and found out the truth for himself. But the fact that I’m pregnant gives him no ownership over my body or my life, no matter what he seems to think.

Inside, the screams of the Luna were drowned out by the thunder, until finally, a new sound pierced the night: the sharp, clear cry of a newborn. "It’s a boy!" the mid-wives had shouted, their voices echoing through the halls. "An heir! A King!" The warriors outside had howled, their voices joining the wind in a symphony of celebration. But inside the birthing chamber, the joy died an abrupt death. As the Alpha King held his son for the first time, he realized the infant's eyes weren't the deep, predatory brown of his lineage. They were a milky, clouded silver. The Prince was born into a world he could not see.