Born To This Novels & Stories

He huffed before standing back up and walking or gliding towards me, I wasn't sure. " See the prophecy states that a child will be born of both types of blood, blood that will unite to create a new being. Oh my dear how wonderful you will be, creating a new life with me," he sang. " I am curious as to whom your lycan father was since I know for a fact your mother is just a measly human, sad at that." He stood in front of me again and softly caressed my cheek.

Legend “The greed and greed of a person awaken in him the basest desires, which give rise to black envy. This is exactly what happened to a little boy who grew up in an ordinary peasant family. Knowing nothing but labor and deprived of the benefits that noble people possessed, Demid nurtured true evil in himself. And evil, as you know, always breeds evil. Desiring power and great strength, with the help of magic on the night of the full moon, after performing the rite of conversion, he was reborn into a creature that the people had not seen before.

Gradually I cautiously moved my fingers, my arms until I was able to sit up. It was, at that moment when I sensed something, a primal energy coursing through me. It felt like a current surging with life and vitality. It seemed as though a powerful force of nature had taken hold of my being. But I was only 17. I was supposed to turn 18 tomorrow. Was I an early bird? And then, it hit me. I looked down at my hands, my fingers trembling. Fur. Dark fur was sprouting from my skin, covering my arms and hands. I felt a strange sensation around my face, and when I touched it, I realised that my nose was elongating.

She cried out in fear, ‘No, Dante no, è troppo presto’ [No, Dante no it is to soon.] She was only eight months pregnant but their son did not want to wait any longer to enter this world and Dante found himself rushing her to hospital but even they could not stop the birth and four hours later, small but perfectly formed their son made his entry onto the world.

Shouted the doctor who was with Emma to receive the little one who was coming into the world, the only boy and the only heir of the Vital company. Emma felt like the pain was killing her. She couldn't even understand how it was possible for her to support that big belly for nine months. Where was that beautiful body that she had cared for for so long? At what point did she forget who she truly was? When was being a mother the most important thing? At what point did all this happen? "Oh, I swear I hate him, I hate this child!” She screamed as she felt that giving birth was taking her life completely. And suddenly, Emma gained the courage to push one last time. That child was finally coming in

-------------------- CERTIFICATE OF LIVE BIRTH CHILD NAME: Baby B Jones TIME OF BIRTH: 1538 SEX: M DATE OF BIRTH: 17/07/2006 - MOTHER: Bethany Jones FATHER: Samuel Jones -------------------- All of the certificates seemed to be pretty normal, aside from the fact that they all had a huge red stamp across them, with a note which highlighted that the certificates were for newborns that were no longer alive.

I started at the beginning. “She was born into a trash fire,” I said flatly. “Family ran relics and drugs. Her mom’s a monster who tried to sell her. for her virginity. Can you fucking believe that? She grew up starved, unloved, until her awakening slammed into her mid beating.” Liora gasped softly.

The first birth happened in a small medical tent near the edge of the Shadow-Sector. The mother was a refugee from the "Tide of Ash"; the father was a Mimic-integrated engineer from the Prime-Earth. It was a union that, according to the old laws of the Architects, should have been an impossibility—a "Genetic Error" that the Eraser would have wiped clean. But when the child was born, she didn't cry. She shifted.

New life. Not pack-born. Not wolf-born alone. He laughed once—low and disbelieving—then went silent. “She carries it,” he murmured to the trees. “Doesn’t she.” The forest did not deny it. They met again in secret, beneath the same ruined moon. No guards. No crowns. Just the truth. The Queen’s hand rested against her abdomen—not possessive, but wary, as if the thing growing inside her might already bite. “If either court learns of this,” she said calmly,

"Come on, Daniel, no need to get hot. If you'd been up to the task, maybe Rebecca would be carrying your baby. However, no, I had to step in and give the Harris family a future. Imagine Dad and Mom without a grandkid. That's just sad." Was it really my fault that Rebecca could not get pregnant? She never wanted to; that much was clear to me. Five years of marriage, and I had lost count of how many times I had brought up having kids. However, she always brushed it off, saying we were too young, not ready. I backed off to respect her wishes. Then, I was the bad guy. Marvin was not done yet. "The baby's here, but it's going to be rough for you. Rebecca was scared that a C-section would dumb dow