Born To Rule Novels & Stories

A line from India's diary floated into my mind in that moment. -Being a queen and the sovereign ruler of a kingdom had never been a goal of mine from the start but after I became one, I realized that it was the best decision I had ever made in my entire life. I was born to rule. It was a shame it took me so long to discover that fact. What if that same thing applied to me? What if I was born to rule? Born to be a queen? Born for greater things than imaginable for a human? I pushed my shoulder back and drew my eyes into narrow slits. I took the first step. Then another. And another. I kept on walking till I got to the podium.

The one who was born with that gift had the power to rule but first, he must pass through a test before he was seen as worthy enough; to kill the greatest of their arch-enemies. He was destined to kill the greatest white of the werewolves, the leader of their kind. If he failed, he would never be acknowledged as a ruler, and he would be cast out of the clan to wander the Earth in loneliness, while the one who wins would lead until a new gifted cold one is born. Because of this, everyone born with such gifts was prepared for this fight from birth. The cold ones referred to it as “Parturitio novi imperatoris”, the birth of a new ruler.

Did they prepare this overnight while I was sleeping? “Unlike the regular packs, where the firstborn son is the automatic heir to the territory, the Royals have a different rule. Any of the King’s offspring could become the next King.” He spoke as he turned to face me. “Or Queen. Thus, the Royal Game was born, giving any Royal Princess a fair chance to rule the Kingdom with her mate or husband.” Goosebumps rose from my skin as he continued speaking.

I wanna be a billionaire by birth too huebuehue) Ravine was left speechless. Between being born royal and being born rich... there was a whole lot of difference. One controls the population while one controls money in their hands. Somehow, Money is a bad master, but an excellent servant.

He sat back down. “As some of you would guess, I wasn't born a King. I made myself the King of the North. I am not an Alpha. I made myself a King without a royal background, and I did all this on my own and with all the resources given to me. Do you want to know how?”

I smiled and shook my head at their familiar, stubborn bickering. "Now, you are officially our Matriarch, Aurelia," Uncle Elias said, his voice echoing through the corridor as he turned to the assembled vanguard. "Everyone, pay homage to our new leader!" In an instant, every elite officer present snapped to attention, executing a crisp, unified salute. "Welcome, Matriarch!" they shouted in unison, bowing deeply before me. A surge of intense power flowed through my veins—a profound realization of the absolute power resting firmly in my hands. In my past life, I was a victim of fate. In this life, I was the sovereign ruler who decided the destiny of my empire.

The moment I was pushed off the 99th floor of a building by my adoptive sister, I came to a sudden realization when I saw how my family members defended her. All their so-called love and expectations were nothing but chains that I had self-deceptively put on myself. When those chains were smashed to smithereens, as I lay in a pool of blood, I somehow traveled back in time to when I was fifteen. In this life, I saw Dad and Mom lead Jenny back home once again. However, this time, I was no longer hysterically trying to fight for their favor. Dad and Mom’s bias toward her, my elder brother’s doting brotherly love, and my childhood sweetheart’s tender affection—I didn’t care for any of these.

Niccolo explained that the ceremony for Primo will be quick, there was no time for the usual ceremony so they had to make haste of making him the new Capo. “Salva will have his ceremony like that too, won’t he?” Marina asked. Niccolo nodded and told us that Salva will have a faster ceremony since he’s the only man in the family. The ceremony is a right of passage done by those who will become the new Capo. All of the men in the family will have to pay their respects and make a blood pact with the new Capo as a sign of loyalty. This way, no family member can overthrow an existing capo. The eldest would always be the one to inherit the family after the father dies. Unless the eldest brother do

His problems had been resurfacing lately and they were really getting to him. Amaury was born into a family of five. Initially, ever since he had been born, he had not been predestined to rule the seven seas as the next god but due to some circumstances, he was automatically made next in line to the throne of the water kingdom as the second child. I'm sure you all would be thinking, shouldn't the first child be the rightful heir to the throne? Well that is a story for another day.

More for comfort then anything. ‘Your brother wasn’t born weak, he was just born different. He was born to rule the entire kingdom. He was made to bring people together.’ The king whined as he let his body collapse to the forest floor. He looked up at Rosalie. ‘Don’t be disappointed in our boys.’