Brutal Birthright Series Novels & Stories

The silver light around her hands pulsed brighter with every step, responding, she realized slowly, to her own emotion rather than any conscious command, tethered directly to whatever she was feeling in each passing second. Right now, she was feeling something closer to fury than fear. "My name is Everly Hawthorne," she said, and her voice carried across the ruined courtyard with a strength she'd never once heard from herself before tonight. "Nineteen years ago, I was born with this blood, and I was told, every single day since, that it made me a curse. Last night, my own father ordered me killed in the woods rather than let anyone learn the truth. That truth is that I am the last living hei

I asked myself, squeezing my brow in frustration. I have his life lantern at the Royal fort. If he's alive or injured, I'll surely know through that. The life lantern was initially made for us the Redmond pack to keep our life balance in check. It was made by my mom to monitor the lives of everyone in the Royal family. I was able to create one for Ezra because of how he has been satisfying me on the bed, and because I was getting obsessed with him and I knew that he might be attacked someday just because of me.

They’d never seen this sort of brutality—this much hate. Months went by and Luciana gave birth to their child. A girl in which they named Valentina. She felt however that there was something wrong with her child. She hardly drank when she fed her, and she seemed to be growing rapidly. She began teething a bit early, and one day she bit her drawing blood. She was completely shocked. She took her concerns to Abram, and he told her everything.

Great, I would never hear the end of it now. With one more slow deep breath, I pretended this was nothing more than a typical debriefing. “About sixty to eighty years Balric, the Betrayer is reborn. Typically, he is an only child, or there is a significant age gap between him and his siblings. The families also are low in the pack hierarchy. Early on Balric cuts off ties with his mortal family, usually leaving them during his teens.” “I hope this isn’t all you have, Girl,” one of the praetor’s people said when I paused. He leaned forward, making his slim frame appear even narrower as he did. “We already know this, and it’s irrelevant.”

"You sold my lineage to fund your timber mills." "No, you stupid bitch, we sold you to save our skin!" Brandon shouted, his eyes darting toward the western valley where the yellow sulfur smoke hung like a shroud over the trees. "The crimson fluid isn't an empire invention. It’s the extracted essence of the first Lycan ancestor—the Primal Well. The capital found the vault three years before you were born. They threatened to drop alchemical fire on every pup in the eastern forests unless we provided a living vessel whose blood matched the ancient strain. We didn't choose you because we hated you, Natalia. We chose you because you were the only one born with the true royal marker!"

Debris from the crashing ark rained down like fiery meteors, exploding across the outpost courtyard. Victor charged through the smoke, dark energy whipping around him like living shadows. “Enough games,” Victor roared. “The bridge child is mine by right of superior blood!” Damien met him head-on, fists and shots clashing in brutal rhythm. “Superior? Your line stole everything and still broke. Ours built something real.” Mia fired from the side, keeping elites at bay. “Hope, stay linked to the newborns! Their energy is the only thing holding the core back!”

Conception could happen quickly, sure, but the thought planted a seed of doubt that I couldn't shake. Beyond that, Briar came from a legendary Alpha lineage. A child born between the two of us would have possessed remarkable strength, instinct, and dominance. Genevieve, however, carried Beta blood. Pups born from secondary, chosen unions never possessed the absolute power of a fated Alpha bloodline. I gritted my teeth, realizing with sickening clarity that I had thrown away an extraordinary legacy for a fraction of what I was owed.

"I chose Eli because I see you clearly. And you, besides using Eli's birth as an insult, what else can you do? Casually mocking a warrior stronger and more gifted than you just because he's a half-breed? Does that hide your own incompetence and jealousy?" "Better?" Kay's eyes flashed as if I'd struck a nerve. He shoved Lia aside and took a step forward, his nose nearly brushing mine. "His mother was nothing but a lowly stray! A mistake my father made when he was drunk! My mother was an noblewoman from an ancient bloodline! My father made the right choice for the pack's future, for pure blood! That abomination should never have been born! His blood is tainted!" His words were like venom in th

With gnashed teeth, he buried them into the birthling’s belly and clawed it open. Blood pooled on the floor beneath him as the birthling’s cries of pain ended. The breeders shrieked and panicked at the sight of the blood and organs of the birthlings pooling on the floor. Draken stepped forward and threw the mangled body of the birthling onto the mother. “Take your piece of abomination, Failure. Next time, fail to do better and you’ll meet your death.” The female couldn’t speak. She couldn’t even breathe. Her eyes ached, face streaked with tears. She was frozen. Shocked out of her wits as she watched the child she gave birth to not long ago being butchered.

“She is one of us now. One of the barbarians she used to hate.” The words struck me like a blow to the chest, and I turned, staring at Ember with wide eyes. But there was no malice in her gaze. If anything, she just looked… proud. As if all that mattered to her was knowing that all of her grueling training had paid off. And strangely, I couldn’t help but agree with her. Eric and Castor exchanged a glance before Castor suddenly stepped forward. “There’s a ritual,” he said. “A… sort of coming of age ritual that all Lycans undergo when they win their first battle.”