First Born Supernatural Novels & Stories

POV: Inside the Beast’s Mind For over eight hundred years, I have been caged. I'm the last of my kind. The rest were wiped out during the great war that once tore the supernatural world apart. But it began long before that. Fifteen hundred years ago, the Celestial Mother brought forth five children—the first of their kind: a nightwalker, a vampire, a werewolf, a witch, and a warlock. From them, the supernatural world was born and multiplied.

"What is wrong with her eyes?" The healer looked up with shock and wonder in her expression. "Nothing is wrong. But this child is not just a hybrid. The suppression of your supernatural abilities during pregnancy and the mixing of three genetic lines has created something entirely new." She paused. "Your daughter is the first of a completely new supernatural species.”

Seraphina whispered, her usual confidence completely shaken. Kai Jr. answered, his voice tight with the kind of dread that comes from seeing too far into possible futures. "The one who first birthed supernatural power into existence... wants to reclaim everything we've built with it." The implication hit me deeply. We had just saved love itself from destruction, and had prevented the complete unraveling of emotional bonds throughout the supernatural realms. But now we faced a threat that made all our previous battles seem like mere preparation: the original source of supernatural power had awakened, and it wanted back everything that had ever been built with the gifts it had once freely give

"The return of the First Ones. The original supernaturals who created us all. Your awakening was the signal for their return." "That's impossible," Marcus said. "The First Ones are myth—" A sound cut through the air. Not a howl, not a scream, but something older. Something that made every supernatural in the room instinctively cower. In the distance, something massive moved through the forest, heading our way. "Too late," Sophie's grandmother whispered. "They're already here." The ground shook with footsteps that shouldn't exist. "Everyone into the portal!" Aria commanded. "Now!"

she said and stands up to sat beside me. "Well, putting aside his child like personality, he can be nice. Can" I said putting the very emphasis to the last word that I said. Justin smiled at me and dig in to her pasta and garlic bread. I open the book, The First Born, could be read on the first page of the book. Unlike the other books, materials and researches that I have that usually talk about everything about the Lycanthropes, this is the first time that I have encounter something about the first child from their race.

She blinked, and when her eyes opened, they were once more on my face. “Fifteen years ago, a powerful seer witnessed the birth of a little girl. This little girl would be the first of her kind, a mixture of the three supernatural species. As if fate didn’t bless this child enough, it decided to give her more. This little girl would be born to the most powerful line of Vampires’ and Witches in existence. She’d grow in strength until the day came where she murdered her father, assumed his throne, and brought the three species together. Care to take a guess who that little girl is, Lola?” Freya hummed, tapping the sharpened point of the dagger with her finger.

“—or burn the world clean.” Aria’s knees gave out. Dax caught her before she could hit the floor. “No,” she whispered. “ That is not my child.” The Guardian turned its glowing eyes toward her. “I’m afraid it is.” Aria’s breath caught. “Are you saying my baby will destroy the world?” “Or save it,” the Guardian replied. “The prophecy did not promise mercy.” Dax froze. “ The skeleton…that was the first?” “The First Abomination,” the Guardian said. “Born of pure sovereign blood. Silenced by the council before it could choose.”

he rasped. A second figure stepped forward, her eyes glowing red. “Then it begins.” “She will come for the others,” the first one said. “And when she does, we’ll be ready.” He grinned, revealing rows of sharp teeth. “The Queen of Supernatural has risen. And soon... she’ll kneel.”

“Well, that’s why we, I mean Atlas thinks, your other abilities may be more prominent” I wasn’t sure I could deal with anymore bizarre information but I needed to know. “What other abilities?” “Thea, werewolves are part of the supernatural world. There are others who also live in it. From what you’ve told me, it is likely you have the powers of a mage”. “What is a mage?” “Mages possess magic. They are more powerful than werewolves. They are able to control, destroy or renew the elements around them”. My head was swimming, “I…don’t understand”. Bessie reached for my hand, and gently held it between her own. “When that man tried to touch you, I think you unconsciously spelled yourself to be su

Seraphine felt the terror immediately. These were the beings whispered about in the oldest guardian legends. The Firstborn. The original immortal race that existed before wolves, before guardians, before most of the world itself. And they were all dead. All of them. Seraphine’s breath caught. At the center of the battlefield stood one figure. Him. But not the man beside her. This version of him was something else entirely. His eyes burned like black suns. Dark power spiraled around him like a living storm.