Starborn Powers Novels & Stories

“They don’t attack. They correct. To them, you are a deviation.” Liora’s hands clenched. “Then let’s show them how powerful a deviation can be.” Altheya placed a hand on her chest. And something ancient and pulsing passed from her palm into Liora’s heart. Not Starfire. Something deeper. Starbound. A power not born to destroy, but to bend the inevitable. Liora rose, cloaked in twin flames, silver from her mother, shadow from Altheya. She was no longer just the heir of Serenya. She was the legacy of everything the gods tried to hide.

Then she was wondering: What are my own powers? Apart from being controlled by the demon with horns and having a sick pair of wings, she wondered what else she could do, what powers she possess and why she was the only with the strange marks on her skin. The others, apart from their regular element powers; fire for Elo, earth for Zen, air for Gio and water for Garvin, they could very well just pass as your regular teenager. "Sonny," Garvin walked in, he too had changed. He was in an all black getup with a checked shirt over his shoulders, "it's time,"

Gin said with a slight chuckle. Wanton nodded in agreement, "The younger generation sure gives an old man hope for the future." He looked over his shoulder, "you two, come with me, it's time we started the show," two 8ft tall, chubby, bald-headed men with long brown beards stood from their seat. These two are the guardians of Stardust City, trump cards Xasha had hoped to never reveal for centuries to come. The two looked up at Wanton's prompt and disappeared soon after, "You know your rolls," Wanton said addressing Gin and the others then vanished.

"Sharmaine is a danger. She drives every man crazy and has no limits in life. Galvin, do you want her so badly?" Abe is angry. The information that Sharmaine is an immortal who can give birth, Abe tries to hide. All vampires of powerful clans certainly did not want Sharmaine's appearance. The vampire child with superpowers was born. It was a sin and something to be broken.

“What is she, really?” “She is a baby born of a great and rare love,” my mom says. I resist the urge to roll my eyes - I already knew that! “She has powers,” I say, “but I don’t really understand them. “Her power is sourced from the stars,” my dad explains. “Your sense to call her Stella was astute. But then again, you’ve always been bright. You’re our shining star, Sarah.” I smile, cherishing my dad’s words, but I don’t want us to get distracted. “What’s she going to grow up into? Do you know anything about Crescent Children?”

I looked down to the floor, nervously. "What kind of army?" Brax asked, uneasily. "His offspring." I said in a low voice. "Who is the breeder?" Thane asked. "Me!" I whispered. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" Braxton growled. "He wants to take our powers away by breeding with us. He plans to forcibly mark us." I explained. "What powers?" Sam asked. I shrugged. "I don't know all of them yet, but I do have one power. I can shoot purple beams out of my palms. Luna told me that Queen Mauvia had telepathy and empathy."

But her long break from cosmetics and rest at the hospital helped her skin a lot. Alright— her divine inheritance was a cosmetic cheat. Those who have powers have special auras that no filter could reproduce. Even back in Yhi, her high amount of celestial blood still made her look different than her fellow citizens. It’s a good thing that her power had hit rock bottom. It would be more troublesome if not. It’s alright to be beautiful. But to be utterly dazzling was bad. “I realized it’s stupid to rebel and had no reason to rebel. I’m only hurting myself— in this case, my skin,” she told her adviser who gave her a teasing, and yet, approving glance.

Meant to submit and breed and nothing else. Jayvyn is Omega. Crown Prince in title only. Unwanted son of a dead concubine. Kept alive for political marriages. Abused by everyone. This body has been tortured for twenty-two years. Jay's survival instincts—honed in corporate boardrooms, sharpened by a lifetime of fighting for scraps of his father's approval—kicked in. He stopped fighting the hands holding him down. The grip loosened. Just slightly. Just enough. Jay upward with every ounce of strength this new body had. Water streamed from his hair as he twisted, drove his elbow back hard. Connected with something soft.

Soon, I heard children’s giggles as a blonde woman, a boy, and a girl with the coach approached the stands. Wait… I knew her. She… she was Simone Roberto. The woman I had to convince to buy some fucking cosmetics. What the… I didn’t know when my lips fell ajar, but then another person joined them. Zachery. He was there—and the next thing I heard made my stomach churn. "That’s Zachery Roberto, the CEO’s younger brother. I heard the dude is a billionaire." My gossiping teammate whispered, and I felt my eye twitch as I unintentionally locked eyes with Zachery.

My vision blurred, then cleared to show strange symbols floating in the air around us—symbols that reminded me of the marks on my mother's skin. "What's happening?" I gasped. Rowan knelt beside me, his face intense. "Your Starborn abilities are awakening. Those are ley lines—channels of power that run through the earth. Only Starborn can see them." I reached out, touching one of the bright blue lines. Energy shot up my arm, making me cry out. "Control it," Rowan directed. "The power is yours to command, not the other way around." I focused, picturing the energy flowing into me, becoming part of me rather than fighting against me. Slowly, the burning feeling faded, replaced by a steady warmth