Born To This Novels & Stories

I looked at Nimueh. " We are saying that you are how you are because of him. Your mother is human. She doesn't have any magic in her veins. Your father is Blessed and a vampire. The first hybrid." Nimueh takes a breath before continuing. Her forehead is etched in frustration. " How this escaped us before, we have no idea. Vampires are born, not created like the Deamhans, even if they are daemons. He is in league with the Deamhans Alice. That's why they are after you. Don't you see?" She finishes. Her voice incremented with each word she spoke. I swallowed hard. My father is with the Deamhans. Me being half-vampire because of him. I'm not normal because of him. I feel my world crumble beneath

Her heart outside her body. Born in battle. Born in blood. Born in love. Perfect. Impossible. Hers.

I could feel my clitoris tickling and throbbing. "Let's go with your second question first. About your birth place. Yes, you were born in that cave, not in New York City. Do you remember what I told you about your birth parents? I told you that, like all the other creatures, they were also born in heaven. In fact, the Spirituals were the only creatures who were all born in heaven. Unlike all the other creatures. God created all the other creatures in pairs. A male and a female of all creatures. Then they were sent to Earth. They gave birth to their children. That's how the circle of life works for everyone." He replied in a gentle tone that was making my heart do a little split in my chest.

The beginning of something that would grow and continue and become things none of us could predict and all of us had worked toward. The child of the restored world. Born knowing the web. Born into the light without having had to fight for it. Born the way all children should be born. Into warmth. Into presence. Into a world that was ready. I held her and felt the web and felt the channel and felt the restored Foundation beneath us and understood with the completeness of a thing that had been coming for a very long time and had finally arrived that the work had been worth it. Every part of it. Every cost.

He wouldn’t have mentioned this to me unless he had more information, and he confirms it in his next breath. “We ran the baby’s results against your DNA too. Looks like you’re going to be a father, Enzo.” My grip on the glass in my hand tightens so much that I’m surprised it doesn’t break. Though my expression doesn’t change, inside, my heart is racing as more unfamiliar emotions surge through me: surprise, anxiety and maybe even a tiny bit of happiness. This wasn’t part of my plan at all. In that split second, everything shifts, everything I’ve been working towards and everything I’ve made my priority.

Plus he was found in quite a terrible condition; a body full of bruises and scratches on the legs and hands. Since then, he was separated from his mother. She never heard from the woman who gave birth to her. She didn't want to find out, but her fear was too great and the horror she created was too great. In the end, she chose to get rid of the woman who gave birth to her.

Mom," she said while laughing happily. "It seems that her name is really Dangdang." Ding Hao was sure now. "Well... No, why did she call me Mom again? "No one knows how many years the little girl had been nurtured in the blood cocoon. It is no exaggeration to say that she was raised by nature. It is reasonable that she could fly and talk at birth. If she is really a descendant of Asuras, she should have inherited the innate magical powers of Asuras. She will also obtain some bloodline memories. She is a peerless master at birth.

“I have... I...” I finally opened my mouth, my entire body lightly trembling as I stared up at him, watching how his pitch black orbs incessantly roamed all over my face, expecting. “I was born like this...My scent, my looks, are specially created to attract...to draw every living, breathing male straight to me...” I quietly started explaining, noticing how his thick, dark eyebrow rose, silently inviting me to elaborate. “It’s a curse...” I numbly whispered, staring at my own reflection in those soulless obsidian gems.

Every person who’s ever been told to be quiet, to shrink, to stay grateful for something that never made them feel whole. // To Everyone Watching, Yes, I’m pregnant. No, I don’t owe you an explanation, but here’s what I’ll give you anyway: I’m not ashamed, I didn’t fall into this child. I walked into it with full knowledge of the risks, the pain, the past I carried. This child wasn’t born from scandal, this child is being born from survival, from choice, from love. Not a perfect love. Not a fairytale. But a love that saw me when I was broken and didn’t flinch, a love that helped me stand on my own.

The bakery was a family business, so us kids helped out. My parents did not know where I came from, or why I was left by the tree. I was born with two bumps on my forehead. They were like little knots, the color blue like a bruise. Sitting next to me on the ground was a letter with just one word on it. “Layla.” My parents did not know it yet, but they would regret bringing me home. My existence was a blunder on their life's. I did not know it yet, but I was a target. I had powers unknown to me, and was to rule a world I was not prepared for.