First Born Supernatural Novels & Stories

"Since i was eighteen. I used to be a drug addict since i was sixteen, by the age of seventeen jay saw me the first time on the streat. I was homeless and stealing needing my next fix. He saved me and we've been together ever since" I know arya came from a bad background but so do i. I decide to give the baby some more encouragement. "It's hard at first to trust people, but jay is a good person and i know ghost is one too. Just be yourself don't be scared, no one will hurt you i promise. You got ghost , ace and me as your honoured brother. We'll keep you safe" "Thank you Mathew and i do count you as a brother too" she whisper "Your welcome baby girl" i say kissing her little nose.

But the moment his dark fingers brushed the newborn's cheek, the infant stopped crying. The newborn opened his eyes—shimmering silver—and looked directly into the eyes of the monster possessing his father. Then, the baby spoke. Not in a deep, demonic growl, but in the clear, haunting voice of a young boy: «"You killed me before I was born,"» the infant whispered into the flames. «"You severed my first life. But I remember."» The First King, inside Past-Lorenzo’s body, recoiled in absolute terror. "Impossible..."

she muttered and I looked at her, confused. "What do you mean?" I asked, confusion written all over my face. With a sigh, Flora said, "what I mean is this, Diana just gave birth to a supernatural." 'A supernatural?' I thought. 'What did she mean? Aren't we all supernaturals?' As if reading my thoughts, Flora said, "we are all supernaturals but there are supernaturals of supernaturals. Look at me for example. I am a werewolf, clearly a supernatural but I was blessed and gifted wit supernatural powers from the moon goddess, making me a supernatural of the supernatural." All she said was kind of confusing and clear at the same time.

It shattered on the floor, splashing cold tea across her boots, but she didn't feel the wetness. The pain grew. It wasn't just a headache anymore; it was a vision. In her mind’s eye, she saw a place she had only heard about in scary stories. Deep under the mountains, in a tomb made of silver-veined rock, a heavy seal was cracking. A hand, grey and clawed, pushed through the stone. Something is coming. The thought wasn't her own. It was a dark, oily whisper that coated her mind. The First-Born—the father of all monsters was waking up from a five-hundred-year sleep. And he was hungry.

The doors opened to reveal a room filled with flickering monitors, all showing a single, terrifying image: A biological cradle, waiting for a host. And standing in the center of the room, holding a surgical laser, was a man who looked exactly like Dante, but with eyes of burning violet. The Prototype. The Firstborn. "Welcome home, little brother," the Firstborn said, his voice a perfect, melodic chime of madness. "I’ve been waiting for the blood to arrive. Shall we begin the transfer, or do I have to take the child from her while you watch?" Is the Firstborn a loyal tool of Arthur St. Claire, or does he have his own obsessive designs on the "Natural Born" heir—and can Dante protect Ivy from

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.”

“It’s rare to get a glimpse of a Grand Supernatural. I never expected two of them to be on this small island at once. I can’t tell whether these two were from ancient times or were born in this era. It could also be possible they were just freed from their seals.” James had a clearer picture after he listened to Sophie’s explanation. At the same time, he took a deep breath. Being born with some kind of Supernatural Power meant they were definitely devastatingly strong people. Sophie continued to explain, “Under normal circumstances, Grand Supernaturals are also born with Supreme Spiritual Roots. Conversely, those with Supreme Spiritual Roots aren’t necessarily born as Grand Supernaturals. Do

“At first, he raped her, hoping she would be able to breed heirs for him, but that didn't work. Next, he began a deadly experiment, which later turned into a success and one of the vampire's greatest secrets. He began to use her blood to make vampire hybrids, and he succeeded in making thousands of impure hybrids with her blood until she managed to escape. She and I kept in touch, even up to the part when she found her mate, and as fate would have it, he was a werewolf alpha. I later heard she and her mate were killed by werewolves but what I didn't know was that her little miracle baby survived. But there have been rumors going around that she did survive and was mated with the Primordial l

She stops because she guess we get her further words. "Our first born will be the reincarnation of the evil Prince Ekon."I mumble feeling numb to register any pain.

she asked, her voice filled with a sense of awe. Lucas took a moment to gather his thoughts, knowing that what he was about to reveal would change everything. "Melissa, I am a supernatural being, a being of magic," he confessed, his voice steady yet filled with vulnerability. "And you, my love, you possess the same magic within you. Our children will be born with these powers as well."