Some Folks Are Born Novels & Stories

The spark of his touch snapped me out of my daze. “How? How could he be ....” I was trying to make sense of it. How was he one?. “Werewolves are not born.” Nate mutters like he had read my mind. “Lycan’s are born, werewolves are made.”

Some of us lived in wooden cabins that were closer to the barrier and could be seen once passing it. They were either more intuned to the Earth to be able to sense danger or warriors ready for action if needed. Others lived up the hill in brick homes similar to a suburb-like area. Most of our pack members were rich due to old oil and those that were not still got luxury since we tend to share everything with our pack, especially when one is in need.

"Don't call her questions dumb, kids.' They turned away from me, laughing. I sighed, back to Emily. "To answer your question, I will say, people are different when they are born, they turn out to be identical, why some don't turn out to be identical, they were just made in that direction, fated to be what they are but at the same time. Still, we are all special." I explained. "I see. But Mom, I've always wanted to ask, where do we come from?"

Did he also have a story, or was be a coincidence. "What's your name?" I asked him, I was interested in the dude. "The name's Jordan. I'm 18 and will be getting my wolf tonight." He smiled. I simply looked at his eyes. They were…. I walked up to the awaiting pack, finally. Some were wolves from birth and awaited their human bodies when they turn 18. But the majority were already full werewolves. "Ironclaw. I'm sure you've heard that your Alpha is dead. Now I…"

necessary for life to start over. The result of the shattering was the birth of the Wild-Multiverse. This was a region of the Outer-Empty that did not follow the "Standard-Blueprints" of the First-Engine or the "Harmony-Forge." Because it was born from the "Broken-Geometry" of the Silent-Others and the "Industrial-Soot" of the Union, the physical laws here were "Inconsistent" and "Aggressive." It was a "Frontier of the Unpredictable," where gravity might work in pulses and light might have the "Texture-of-Sand."

If she is holding something back it means that I am not ready for it. Then they start to talk about the killings. The Deamhans have killed more people trough time that I had imagined. They have existed even before time itself. Before they were low-level creatures that fed only to survive, but as they evolved so did their intelligence and their taste for power. They constantly hunt for blood and power.

... “They said deities are actually born in one of the eastern island nations…” "Hmm? There are still places in this modern world that can give birth to deities?" “Well. I also found it weird. I thought all deities that should be born are already born. The mortals of the world has become too materialistic.” "I thought it's only the still pure-hearted animals and plants can have a chance of producing new Anitos. Are the newborns some sort of animal or plant symbol?"

Sean had taken it away to make sure I couldn’t contact anyone. The baby kicked wildly inside me. I was shaking from the cold and sweating from the pain. I strained my voice and called out for help, clinging to the smallest scrap of hope. Finally, I heard footsteps outside. “Please, somebody help me!” I screamed. “I’m locked in a basement! I’m about to give birth!” I kept shouting, thinking someone would come. Instead, a triumphant voice answered, “Zoe, how does it feel to lie in a basement in the middle of winter? To me, Sean should’ve done this ages ago to teach you a lesson.”

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"Are you? You've been reborn as a newborn child, right?" "Yes, because I am a first-class reborn, so I guess I have average?" I scratched my head because I am quite unsure. "And I can't afford to purchase any necro enhancer or cultivate anything to enhance my soul power, so let's leave it like that." I giggled. "Yes, however, there is also another type of reborn, which are very rare." I remained silent and listened to everything he said. "This type produces reborn with massive amounts of necros in their body. In this case, one is being reborn with half of their actual age. I only knew five people being reborn like this; the first one is Reeve Giraudus."