Born To Rule Novels & Stories

In this bustling city, in such a place, it was possible to be peaceful because they were protected. King was the most powerful character in this community. He had a complicated background, but this area was covered by him, from old to young, no one dared to cause trouble, and no tenant dared to do anything bad. King’s father and Olivia's grandfather used to be admiring brothers, so even if there were only Olivia and Grandma Gill keep the building, no one had ever dared to bully them.

(Duke Merrica) I only speak my mind the entire time, and told him the most rational and quotes that I read, about the qualifications of a monarch. It was a simple thinking actually, but in the end Fantasma were flawed like this, to this culture, and to them, only those that were born royals were deemed worthy of becoming a ruler, and to those that were born with a royal blood, they were expected to carries such quality of a ruler, their glory and rights. Because he or she were born in the royal family, the offspring of the king then he or she must be qualified and will become the great ruler, this is the saying that everyone believes, this was the heirs was supposed to fulfill.

“This pack has a goal,” Cain pronounced with authority. “To unite all the packs under a single Alpha. And within this unified pack, we will establish a monarchy, beginning with me. Then my son will take over. In this new era, humans will learn of our existence. We will rule over them. Our members are already everywhere. The only thing left is the unity of the packs and the elimination of your kind.” His eyes fell disdainfully on Karina. “The full prophecy must be found. The moon child and her sister must be eliminated. The complete prophecy is rumored to be with your pack. That’s why my son had to join that school and get close to you.”

I mused, the thought jamming itself into my head. "We've been King and Queen for as long as I can remember. We cannot procreate and we do not grow old," Ambrosia's brows scrunched, eyes falling to her fumbling fingers, "We are the only ones that have been around for so long. The King and Queen before us had been killed for misuse of their power and we were chosen to take their place, born with a mark stating our future." "Born? If you can't procreate how are you born?" Monica spoke up.

"By giving birth to our heirs, we can secure the leaders of the next generation. We can gradually gain the trust of our people, and we can unite them through the children we will give birth to. Once we have united the people, we have a great chance to win against the Khituls, who are gradually conquering Yerech. You are well aware that children born to parents of royal descent have a significant influence on our beliefs and the faith of our people." I bit my lower lip. He is right; I am well-versed in the subject because I am a product of this custom. My parents married in order to gain the trust and faith of the Magenta constituency. I am the child of two people who have no feelings for or

Quinn I was born to rule. I was made for power. I was the next alpha after dad. I was the strongest of the three of us. I was the leader of my brothers and also the future leader of the pack. Those were words that I knew right from birth. They had been ingrained in me from the start and I held on to it.

I said fustrated. "That's the rules man, I don't make the rules, the rules make us. "He said raising his hands up in surrender. "I understand where you're coming from,Its so archaic to think that I have to give birth to snothe a child just to remove the Alpha position. What then happens to my first born sons? Are they illegitimate? No they are not and never will be.so the rules cannot dictate what exactly I do with my family whatsoever"I declared refuting their claim.

The world which I am bound to live in and rule. However, despite the joy and pride of becoming a father, with his birth, my anger at injustice cast upon me was brewing within me. What kind of legacy will I leave to my son? To be the heir to the throne of the most twisted and despised realm. To be loathed, hated and feared by all. Why? He deserves more, fuck it, I deserve more. What wrong did I do? Why would I settle for ruling with hell? Solely because I was second born, I had no choice or privileges like my brother did. And what? I should be grateful for whatever happened to allow me to have a son. Yes, I am overwhelmed with this miracle. Yes, I am thankful. Yes, I would give my life to him

~Damien’s Point of View~ A fated mate. An actual fated mate. It’s still surreal to say. You’d think being born into a royal family would automatically give me a path, some semblance of direction in life. Well for Dawson it had, since he was the first born. He didn’t get a choice, he was thrown to the wolves the second he took his first breath. But for me, few cared what I did so … I did whatever the hell I wanted.

"she sighed. "We still have time. The wedding is tomorrow evening and am sure if father-in-law regains his self control, he would stop this wedding himself. Our job here is only to help him regain his self control and this won't take us the whole day." "Okay I will tell you since you've insisted. Actually, according to nature whoever is born with a birthmark of the sword on his or her body becomes the next supreme ruler. You see when you were born, you had it on your forehead.