Novel & Cerita First Born Supernatural

One of her hands rested peacefully on my chest, while the other had fallen to rest protectively over her stomach—a gesture that had become unconscious since learning of the pregnancy. My golden eyes tracked the gentle rise and fall of her abdomen with each breath. To most observers, there would be nothing different about her appearance. But my supernatural senses picked up the subtle changes that marked the beginning of our child's development—the slight alteration in her scent, the faint but unmistakable second heartbeat that called to my paternal instincts. Are we too young? Yes, but this isn't uncommon in the supernatural world. Once you find your mate you tend to fuck a lot. Having pups

The wolf was chained, bound in shadow, its massive form hunched low, and yet there was a deep, mournful sadness in its gaze. The wolf’s voice rumbled through her mind, low and ancient, carrying the weight of millennia. “I am the First. The one they sealed beneath truth. You carry my blood.” Caitlyn staggered back, her breath catching in her throat. Her knees buckled beneath her, and she nearly collapsed to the ground. She had always been told that the Moonborn were born of moonlight alone, forged by the gods, an unbroken line of power. But this—this creature, this First Wolf—claimed they were born from him. And she... she was the bridge. The chosen one.

“Baby, breathe. It’s okay. You’re back.” “No,” Sarai whispered, shaking uncontrollably. “I’m not. They’re coming. For me. For him.” Aunt Dee’s mouth tightened. “I know.” Sarai blinked tears from her eyes. “Aunt Dee… tell me the truth. Why does everyone want my baby dead?” Aunt Dee hesitated — then finally spoke the words she’d hoped to never say: “Because your child is the first in history born from a demon and a human… and because of that, he will decide the war between realms. Whoever controls him controls creation or destruction.”

Much older. Images flashed through my consciousness: The first supernatural beings walking the earth… The original pack bonds forming… The birth of the first hybrid… The creation of the curse marks… “Where am I?” My voice echoed strangely. “Between.” Memories that weren't mine flooded my mind: Kane and Zane as pups, learning to control their Alpha power… Selene receiving her curse marks, screaming as they burned into her skin… Their first mate's death, orchestrated by forces they didn't understand…

- What? - As far as I know, - I had to explain, - among the snakes, and among the kings, the first-born is usually a boy. In rare cases, as with your mother, and as we thought with you, the firstborn is a girl. But if in ordinary snakes only the first child receives strength, then none of the children of the kings is deprived of a gift. It's just that there is rarely more than one child in their families, nature has it so. And Maryana immediately has twins, wow.

Chapter 2 - Protesting too much Mikhail I stroll into the living room of our new home. Home, what a joke. The SC (Supernatural Council) placed us here because they don’t know what to do with us. Unfortunately, like the human world, the supernatural world is also full of orphans. According to the system, my parents are unknown. I was found in an abandoned warehouse. Unfortunately, no one stepped up to claim me, so they placed me in a home for supernatural kids. The problem is that, unlike human homes, our jailers had to make sure we weren’t using our powers or killing innocents by mistake. In my case, the Council keeps a very close eye on me. Apparently, being the son of an Angel and a Demon

“He has always been part of this world. Just like your kind.” Noah shakes his head. “The first of his kind was preserved in ice. Where I lived.” The Crone cackles, her long white hair blowing in a wind I can't feel, and the mother takes her place. It’s making my head spin. “That is what you think, but no… that was one of Bricius’s children.” Oh fuck. It’s as if someone punched the air from my guts. The Crone, not The Daughter, steps forward. “A father will always return for his firstborn. Such is their nature.”

They were one of the packs that had aided the Royal Kingdom in the merciless slaughter of Bloodmoon. "Why didn't your parents have any more children?" Malakai asked, his own curiosity stirring. "Well, it was already a challenge for my mother to conceive me, let alone conceive a second time," she explained with a hint of sadness. "They spent years seeking out numerous physicians and trying various therapeutic remedies. Eventually, their prayers were answered and I was born. Obviously, they never conceived again after that. I've always wondered what it would've been like to have siblings, but perhaps it was a small mercy from the Moon Goddess. I can't even begin to imagine the emotional state

“I knew what it was supposed to become.” Emily's voice became sharper. “What is it?” The First Mother hesitated. Then she whispered, “The First Child.” Emily looked down. The baby stared back with those impossible silver eyes. “The first child of what?” The First Mother looked toward Kael. “Of the First Soul.” Emily's breath caught. “But you said the First Soul was me and Kael.” “It was.” “Then how can there be a child?” The First Mother closed her eyes. “Because you weren't the first two.”

My friend nodded her head in a yes and she walked toward her window and looked outside before continuing. “All supernaturals are, actually. Demons, dragons, even the witches do that. We are like two souls and two forms in one body. Our other shares everything with us. Love, hate, and mate too, so it is always one.” I stopped my pacing and gave her my full attention. She smiled warmly at me before speaking. “I think I will have to tell you about the first supernatural ever after all and I know for sure you will love that story. You have been always a sucker for a good romance.”