Born To This Novels & Stories

It wasn't the sound of machines. It was the sound of a **Crying Child**. A child whose voice was so loud it shook the very foundations of the Nursery. "What is that?" Jax asked, his ears pinned back. "It's not a child," Silas whispered, his eyes widening as he looked toward the horizon. "It's the **Source-Born**. The thing the Founder was trying to keep the Originals away from." From the edge of the Nursery, a massive, glowing infant began to rise—a being made of pure, un-coded starlight, its eyes the size of suns. It was the **Actual Beginning** of the universe, and it had just been woken up by the 5 billion screams.

She didn’t hesitate. “I was born for what comes next.”

Murmurs rippled through the crowd. “I was not born a Montrose. I was adopted. But the bloodline never made me a threat. I became one when I decided to fight for what was right. When I refused to be their pawn.” Another reporter pressed forward. “So you admit the documents are true?” “I admit I wasn’t born into this empire. I was made by it. Forged in its cruelty. And maybe that makes me more qualified than any of them.” Gasps. Flashes. “Miss Montrose, are you still claiming the title?”

And if you are reading this, then perhaps what I feared has come to pass. Lekin ek baat aapki zaroor jaan'ni hai, meri bacchi. Aap anath nahi hain. Kabhi khud ko anath mat samajhna. Aapke maa-baap hain. Aap ek parivaar mein paida hui thi. Ek gareeb parivaar...lekin bahut pyaar karne wala parivaar. Aap ke paida hone ke baad aap ki maa ki tabiyat bahut kharab ho gayi thi. (But there is one thing you must know, my child. You are not an orphan. Never think of yourself as an orphan. You have parents. You were born into a family, a poor family, but one that loved you dearly. After you were born, your mother fell critically ill.)

This also applies to the earth applies in Born By Power. Earths' formation Based On Born By Power The formation of earth under the Born By Power series has no specific date of occurrence but takes the form biblically. In the biblical order, it was written that, In the beginning, God, being the supreme of Born By Power as well, created the heavens and the earths. After the earths was created, the first three pantheons sprung up in various ways. These pantheon are, Hades, Hilda and Green. The first god was Hilda, she being the oldest was made from life and death. Life in the sense that with the creation of all made, a part of her sprung up. The other part of her, which was formed was Death, an

I had not heard any of this. “They are safe while we work. We can visit them anytime. He even hired caregivers for the little ones, made sure affordable learning halls were available for them. My Pharaoh can read and write because of him.” A tear slipped down her freckled cheek. “He was sent by the gods to us.” I could hardly believe the words reaching my ears. My face must have shown my disbelief too. But why was I so surprised? He was born in a brothel. Raised by a single mother. They had no one else in the world except eachother.

I wasn’t born to be accepted. I was born to protect. No matter what.

They say God created this world and its people. They say He wanted nothing but peace towards his people. But what was he thinking? How dare He create us, alone, without a mother? I mean how would we have peace amongst us in a place without a mother`s love? Only she knows what peace is, that’s why without her presence, peace became an unknown word and every human had to live for themselves, from their own sweat. After the era of segregation, I thought everyone born that year to infinity was called a ‘born free’. But to give it a closer look, there`s no such thing as ‘born frees’ in this world we live on.

"You did it, my love. We did it." In that hospital room, amidst the chaos and the pain, a family was born. Zara, Alexander, and their precious baby, united by the profound experience of bringing a new life into the world. It was a moment of raw emotion, of love's enduring strength, and of the unbreakable bond between a mother, a father, and their child.

Mama Sally agreed. I sighed and nodded. After supper, the two went straight to their room. I, on the other hand, ended up on the rooftop to unwind and calm my chaotic thoughts. A few star in the sky sparkles, emitting a weak light to my post, entertaining me a bit. I reached into my pocket for the necklace I had purchased earlier, and the pendant fell right in front of me. I closed my eyes as I recalled my origins. I was born a werewolf, and no matter how hard I tried to blend in, my identity would always prevail. It is a part of my existence that I cannot get rid of because it was what mold me.