Muggle Born Novels & Stories

“I’m actually a wizard and werewolf hybrid. When I was young, and stupid, I was a terrible person. I was cruel and ruthless to anyone that opposed me. And because no pack wanted me because of what I was, I decided to create a pack of my own, made of up rogues who were of mixed bloods.” My brows raise, slowly putting the pieces together as he elaborates. “I found a boy, abandoned during a harsh winter. He was just like me. So, I adopted him and taught him much of the black magic I had mastered,” he scoffs. “But, you know, people with our personalities are not so gentle.”

The quietness within me scares me. ‘’My lord’’ they greeted as they walked past me. Emery was doing such a great job, unlike when I had last visited, the lands have not only been extended but she had made sure to upgrade, providing the people with good and better ways of living. As I walked my way towards the coven mansion, I could feel the constant stares from everyone. Yes, it was not surprising to have them stare so hard. I was the first and maybe the last of my kind. A wizard is not a hybrid born every generation, while wizards are a rare gene, a wizard hybrid with the powers of an alpha is unheard of.

I had been born, it seemed, with a raised death flag. “You are nonchalant about all this,” I muttered, then sighed. He could be nonchalant about all this because they did not affect him. I was the hybrid, the one with unknown origins, and the one who could be hunted down by mages who consider me an abomination. “As the Luna Queen and a person with spirit magic, there is very little anyone can do to you.” I blinked at his response.

I had been unable to fully process it between being in the trials and seeing the princes I cared about due to its reflection. But now looking back at it, I recalled my scream and the corresponding crack in the mirror. It might have been a coincidence but I needed to make sure that it was. That I wasn't like these… rogues. River stared at me like I had taken leave of my senses. "Currently, only purebloods can wield magic and no offence but if you were one of us, you would have grown up here," Then he shrugged. "Or you would be dead." I rolled my eyes at him.

Therefore, most low-ranked mages read and studied on their own in the library of the Wizards' Tower, and rarely bothered to spend money to ask the higher-ranked mages for advice. Of course, this did not include the blood wizards, because other people could tell if they had the qualifications of a wizard at the age of ten, while blood wizards could directly awaken their natural spells at the age of ten, if they had the qualifications. This is also the reason why most of the warlocks of the bloodline have a talent for magic, after all, they are born with an affinity for magical energy and the ability to use magic, even if they know what they know and don't know why they don't know what they do

“Does Arthur have magic?” “No. Male children hardly ever have magic. Most of them are muggle born. If I were to hazard a guess, I'd say that Anna got her magic from Nora.” I threw my hands into the air, a frustrated huff escaping me. “Wonderful! Everyone in the house is a witch except me! Of course I'm different, I'm the adopted child!” I stalked closer to his face, the presence of lady Piia behind me all but forgotten. “When exactly where you or anyone going to tell me?” He opened his mouth and I cut him off briskly. “Let me guess, never?”

He said with a smile as I stretched my arms out. “I am dead unlike the only brother of mine; Micah who is exists in a dump.” I emphasized on his living condition. “The literatures couldn’t sell.” “Humans interested in the occult are full of surprises. They make the word ‘Muggle’ seem proud. Witches are by far the only kind that doesn’t have dependency or obsession.” “However you’re value is as bad as a cripple.” I said with a smirk as we stared at each other before we both laughed.

Why couldn’t I just exist without chaos chasing me? Even my birth… it wasn’t as it should have been. Werewolves are always born under the moon. That’s what makes us Children of the Moon, blessed by Selene herself. Royal werewolves? They’re different. Born under the full moon. They are stronger and bigger. Their wolves are unmistakable. But my mother… She’s always been quiet about my birth. Too quiet. No one in my household is allowed to speak about it. And I don’t know why.

Morgana explained with a sad smile on her face. I wondered why she looked sad despite the smile. Her smile didn't reach her eyes. "Who did this?" Sage asked with squinted eyes. "Cause I'm sure this isn't a thing back at the kingdom. This is related to black magic." He frowned. "Yeah, it isn't a thing in our world since it's a spell." Morgana shrugged. "But someone went extra miles to protect the people." "That must be Mila." Sage said. "She never grows up. The risk is huge." He complained.

He muttered, his last words trailing off like he was remembering a long-lost memory. I gripped the table next to me, sliding down to the cold wooden floor. Now I was sure I wanted to hear everything. "It all began in Ardgal. I was born at a time that's very different from the one we know now. Born to a witch and a fae regent. It was a union that was said to be blessed by the ancestors. To bring peace and prosperity to the tribes. The witch soon became pregnant. For nine months, far and witches elders in the land came bearing gifts and used magic to grant the child great powers. It was said it would be powerful, having magic that could be compared to no one's. And they were right, but unfortu