First Born Supernatural Novels & Stories

It became increasingly evident that the threads of destiny, once thought to be woven into a tapestry of unity, were also entwined with a complex web of consequences. One fateful night, under the full moon's luminous glow, the prophecy's fulfillment began to unfold. Whispers of ancient forces and cosmic alignments echoed through the supernatural world. The hybrid child, with a sense of inevitability, found themselves drawn to the birthing sanctuary—the very place where their parents, Adrian and Seraphina, had defied the norms of their species. In the sanctuary's hallowed grounds, the child experienced a surge of power, an energy that resonated with the echoes of prophecy. The air crackled wit

He chuckled lightly and shook his head. “No. While every other supernatural being may have biological parents, I hate to be the one to break it to you, but you do not have biological parents. You were placed on this earth as a way to tame and control the imperfections that were created and to rule over kingdoms. It is prophesized that you would be the most charming, charismatic, and loving being in the world that you would not be able of corruption. To make sure this is the case, when you were placed onto the earth, you were put through a series of tests which would have shifted the personality of any regular imperfect being. These tests, although unnecessary, are usually everyday struggles

She sat on the root of the large oak tree, wooden stools appearing behind Aiden and myself and she said nothing until we sat. "While relationships in the supernatural community are not expressly forbidden, any offspring, especially one that exhibits characteristics of a crossbreed are rare. Almost unheard of. And considered a threat to the entire supernatural realm. It was bad enough that there were supernaturals existing, mutating to exhibit diverse abilities. But a mutation that exhibited equal or more abilities from two species? It was unanimously decided amongst the supernatural factions that they never be allowed to live. And it was so for the longest time. Perhaps the gods saw our inte

the doctor said, and I nodded. “When we created the first of the supernaturals, they were in two distinct categories based on the type of supernatural essence, or magic, they possess,” the doctor began. “For example, the first supernatural races were the sorcerer and the witch. They hold different magic types. The witches are elemental magic and the sorcerers are dimensional magic.” “Yeah, I’m already lost,” I said, and she chuckled.

“The binding of flesh and fire. You carry my blood.” “I carry your curse,” John growled. The First tilted his head. “And yet, you used it to survive, to kill, to protect her.” Sarah stepped in front of John, shielding him. “He didn’t ask for this.” The First looked down at her. “But you… you are the anomaly. The one born without a vow but forged in its shadow, you shouldn’t exist.” Suddenly, the chapel began to tremble. The stained-glass windows shattered inward, sending shards flying like razors. The ground cracked beneath their feet.

But…" I hesitated, weighing her words. I'd known Abbadon was powerful, but… the oldest? The purest? Selene went on. "You are trapped between two powers that were never intended to exist side by side, Elara. You—a being born of witches and werewolves. And Abbadon—the first of his breed, a killer at the apex of the supernatural hierarchy. If the full-blooded one desires you, Abbadon will not permit it to occur." I breathed jerky. "So they'll fight. Selene's face darkened. "If it comes to that, yes. And when kings go to war, the world burns."

It was biologically impossible, a fundamental truth of the supernatural world. Until me, that is. I’m what my mother used to refer to as a tribrid. That’s it. No fancy origin word, no ancient prophecy. Just… tribrid. Because I’m the first of my kind. See, while the humans were just figuring out that their next-door neighbor might actually sparkle or howl at the moon, I had known about the supernatural world my entire life. It was just… normal. My mother was a hybrid vamp, born with witch abilities, which already made her pretty unique. But then she went and did the unthinkable: she fell in love with a wolf. Not just any wolf, but a pure-blood werewolf. A walking, talking contradiction to eve

Instead, his rejection had nearly driven her straight into the hands of something far worse than anything he could have brought into her life. Because Viktor wasn’t just any vampire. He was something that shouldn’t exist, something that made even Magnus’s dragon recoil in instinctive terror. A Firstborn—whatever that meant—wearing a boy’s face while carrying the weight of millennia. And Dana… God, poor Dana. For all her manipulation and cruelty, even she hadn’t understood what she was dealing with. The babies stirred restlessly inside her, as if they could sense her agitation. Or maybe they were responding to the dragon magic that had been protecting them all along. Magic she hadn’t even kno

“They live in the deep bogs of the south. They’re ancient enemies of both wolves and vampires, feeding on raw magic to keep themselves alive forever.” “They felt the celestial burst when you killed Malachi,” Dominic added, turning back to me, feral eyes bright. “They know you’re carrying a child made of starlight.” His mouth curled like the words tasted cruel. “To them, a baby born of the First Moon isn’t a royal heir. It’s an endless battery for their dark arts.” A voice—raspy, echoing, and dripping with venom—whispered directly into the center of my mind, completely bypassing Dominic’s Alpha wards.

Every muscle in my body tensed. "What are you talking about?" The elderly woman's pale eyes locked onto mine. And when she spoke next, my entire world tilted beneath my feet. "He is the Firstborn." Silence. Complete silence. The term meant nothing to Eli. I could tell from his expression. But for some reason... The words filled me with dread. The woman continued. "A being that appears only once every thousand years." My throat went dry. "No." "He possesses power that predates modern werewolves."