First Born Novel Novels & Stories

Everything. Aria watched herself create. But then something changed. Her creation began creating. And those creations began creating. And eventually, something appeared that Aria had never intended. The First One. The Author pointed. "There." Aria watched. The First One looked around the newborn universe. It was afraid. It was alone. It searched for its creator. But Aria had disappeared. She had already divided herself. She had become the fragments. She had forgotten. The First One began searching. And searching.

Meanwhile, Thor and Celina stayed in New York, enjoying their time alone whenever they could. That afternoon, Celina sat in her home office, fingers flying over the keyboard as she typed the final lines of her first novel. Her heart was racing, tears threatening to spill as she wrote the emotional ending. When she finally typed the last sentence, she leaned back, exhaling deeply — relief and pride washing over her all at once. She had done it. Her first book was complete. Still emotional, she heard her phone ring. The caller ID surprised her — Emma Callahan. “Hello, Celina. I hope I’m not disturbing you,” Emma’s soft voice said.

Her palm rested on her stomach. Her mother was silent. She read emotion in her eyes. It's like her mom wants to ask but doesn't want to. SHe smiled before happily starting to tell the story. "My first-born, mom is a boy. he was very naughty, but I didn't have a lot of trouble. Then when I was in labor, I thought I was going to die from the disease, but I was able to handle it and I will have children again and it's a girl now, mom. I had an ultrasound the other day."

She could almost feel the weight of her baby pressing against her, the sensation of her tiny body emerging into the world filling her with a mix of awe and overwhelming love. The cries of her newborn pierced through the room, a sound that simultaneously brought her to tears and filled her with a sense of unparalleled joy and relief. The fear and uncertainty that had gripped her in those moments came back in full force, making her feel small and vulnerable once again. Her education ended as soon as she decided to keep the baby so there was no other way for her to secure a better job. In the end, Hazel Estelle Ricci Sinclair, the first daughter of Ruso Ricci Sinclair, the most affluent and rev

“Victor thinks Lydia is the first daughter.” My stomach tightened. “She is.” Catherine looked at me. “No.” Silence. “What?” She swallowed. “Lydia was delivered first.” “Yes.” “But Isabella changed the birth record.” I stared. “Why?” “To protect the true firstborn.” Lydia whispered, “Who?” Catherine’s eyes met mine. “You.” My heart stopped. “No.” “You were conceived first.” I blinked. Nicholas frowned. “That isn’t how twin birth order works.” “No.” Catherine shook her head.

What's more, if the five of them were absent, Hans's headache was made. Amid Hans' confusion, Lila finally gave birth to her first child. A very small, weak, and helpless baby wolf. Making the two twins scream with joy. This was the first birth they had personally handled. They received the baby out and breathed its first breath in the world. ''Wow!!! Sis Lila see...'' ''He's small... So small...'' ''See his eyes are still closed.'' "He was sticky and full of slime." ''You two, come on!'' Lila shouted, rebuking the excitement of the two siblings in a voice that still sounded weak, ''This is not the first time you have seen a new baby being born...''

Her touch was gentle, almost yearning, like she was greeting a forgotten god who once ruled the stars and now slumbered beneath the crust of a dying world. “The Firstborn were the original werewolves—not cursed humans, not turned by bite or blood. They were born of raw, untamed magic, forged in the primordial storms where gods dared not tread. Children of gods and monsters, they were the first pulse of wildness in a world still learning to breathe. They weren’t just beasts—they were elemental truths, each heartbeat a howl of creation and destruction. To witness one was to stand in the presence of nature’s fury made flesh.”

The baby's first cry echoed through the cabin. It was a thin, reedy sound, high and clear and impossibly alive. It cut through the chaos of the birth, through Lena's exhausted sobs and Kael's terrified breathing and Caspian's whispered prayers. It was the sound of a new life entering the world, of a new story beginning, of everything they had fought for finally bearing fruit.

"Yara, do you really hate me that much? Even when you're carrying my child…" I shook my head calmly. "I did hate you at one point. I hated you for breaking your promise and for lying to me. Did you know that I wanted to tell you the good news when I first got pregnant? But what I discovered instead was that the twins I had raised for eight years were actually the pups you had with another she-wolf… "Now, I don't hate you, and I don't love you either. In my heart, you're just a stranger with whom I have no connection to. Leave. Go do whatever it is you should be doing. As for me, I have my brilliant life to live out now."

They can only help me if they know the truth. “I was given to the orphanage as a baby. For a while, things seemed normal enough. The owner then was an older woman. We never had enough money, so all I had to wear were hand-me-downs. All we had to eat were whatever canned goods were donated by the church that week.” Hugo and Miles, having been born to wealth and privilege never had to experience the agony of an empty stomach. They didn’t see the pain in our old caretaker’s eyes when she spooned her own portion into the bowl of the youngest among us.