Born To This Novels & Stories

The only piece she hadn't let go. The forest whispered her name. Not the one given by the Goddess. The one forged in fire exile. Rogue Traitor's spawn. She closed her eyes, and for a moment, she remembered what it felt like to belong. The warmth of her mother. Her father's laugh. The certainty that she would one day lead the people. But the world didn't want a queen forged in ruin. They wanted a weapon. And Aria Ashborne was ready to become one. Ready to give back whatever the world gives her when she's not ready.

The gem would create a unique being. Not born. Made. My mouth felt dry. My chest felt tight. “Wait,” I said, my voice cracking before I could stop it. “The sac… is that the thing I was born from or what.” Every eye turned to me. I pushed myself up slightly, ignoring the way weakness still tugged at my limbs. “Because I was born by a man,” I continued, the words tasting unreal even now. “That alone was already crazy enough to live with. And my dada told my twin and I growing up that he was experimented on. If his body was altered to carry that thing so I could exist.”

"Let's see how well you did your job." My hands are shaking as I carefully unfold the piece of paper. My eyes scan over the dark letters on the paper before I begin to read aloud. "Born a bastard, an unwanted son. Born to live in his brother's shadow. Born to be cast out of his world. Born to be the leader of the rogues and destined mate to the one true Queen. Born to sacrifice his mate in order to be a savior of the wolves." Silently I read the words again with widened eyes. I try to commit the words to memory.

CHAPTER 113: THE UNBORN GOD The "Lagos-grit" had taught me that a god isn’t born in a temple; a god is born in the dark, usually when someone is screaming for their life. And looking at the black, oily mess pooling on the High Queen’s white carpet, I realized I was about to witness the most expensive birth in the history of the Void.

I hate that they’re separated, that she didn’t even have a chance to hold him. “Cry,” I command. “Clear your lungs. Let us hear you.” He gurgles a soft cry before it erupts, loud and clear as a bell, the same bells ringing through Moonrise to announce the birth of a new royal–the first of his generation. A prince. I could fall to my knees right now in thanks.

Yet in the dark, a life was born, Unseen, unclaimed, alone, forlorn. No cradle made, no name to give, So she was placed where none would see. A sister close to bringing life, Took in the child, concealed the strife. In a foreign home, the secret lay, Guarded till the end of day. Blood was traded, names erased, History bent, and fate displaced. But whispers live where silence grew— Not all they buried died with you. My body was trembling now.

Bahm's 🧑🏻‍🦱 P.O.V "Like a demon... ...from hell?" She whispers. "No, not from hell," I say, "I was born here on earth." "Ohh... I've never heard that before." I could sense she was a bit shaken by the mystical bombardment of information. "I told you, I'm special baby!" I say in a playful manner. Hoping to ease her feelings. "And..a lot stronger than your whole coven combined..."

"Please, finish this." "No, dad. He's human, can't you see? At least not fully human but he didn't choose how he was born, just like you didn't choose this. You were born into a family where hunting was their business. Please don't do this." I was on my knees, sobbing and begging, probably making a fool out of myself because I doubted if dad would listen to me. I just needed a miracle of some kind.

Malleus “Dad, it’s your birth pack! It’s the place you were running from when you met Father! I want to meet these cousins who defy the supposed curse that cost you your mates but brought you into the arms of my birthing parent. They must be something special,” I say, arguing with my dad once again.

Could it be that the heavens heard me? So I'm not dead. Is this a second chance... To rewrite my mistakes?