Twice Born Novel Novels & Stories

The longer we stayed here, the more these supplies were going to dwindle. I stepped forward, heart hammering against my ribs like it was trying to escape. The Spirit Born didn’t move—didn’t blink, didn’t breathe, just stood there cloaked in stillness, eyes like ancient ice. “I need to ask you something,” I said, voice low, careful. Its gaze slid to me. Heavy. Like being crushed under centuries of silence. “The twins,” I said. “Is there… is there any way to break the curse on them?” The Spirit Born didn’t speak. Didn’t move. Just watched.

Instead, I climbed onto the bed with stiff, unresponsive limbs. When the sounds from next door started again, I piled the blankets high, stepped on them, and opened the skylight she had custom-built for me. I climbed upward, inch by inch, onto the roof. With every step, a voice echoed in my head, 'Go ahead and die. Emily stopped loving you long ago. She only stayed to take revenge. Only in death will you finally be free.' The moment the voice faded, I smiled and leapt from the roof. My body fell past Emily's window.

Well, I’m not 100% sure, but I’ve heard stories before, and this all just seems to fit. I’m listening. Once every thousand years, a particular set of twins will be born to a mated pair, one male and one female. If the secondborn is female, she will be blessed with a power so great that it will only be granted under certain conditions. To come into her powers, she must complete her first shift with her twin by her side. It must be done on the first full moon after their eighteenth birthday, and finally, the shift must take place on the land of their birth.

TWO ALPHAS, TWO PACKS, ONE FUTURE The twins were born on a morning in early spring. It did not arrive with drama or warning from the world outside. There were no storms breaking over Thornfield, no signs in the sky that something significant was happening. Instead, it came with the quiet certainty of natural cycles, like the land itself had decided the time had come and simply opened the way forward. A boy, first.

Angelo frames my face and kisses the ever-loving crap out of me before murmuring against my lips, “You’re fucking incredible.” “It takes two to make a baby,” I tease him. His eyes capture mine again. “Yeah, but you do most of the hard work.” I shake my head. “It’s not hard work.” I brush my hand over my abdomen. “It’s just another one of my dreams coming true.” The End. Next series coming soon

Bella I feel like a lost child seeking help, but there's no one out there who could possibly save me. The world looks scarier than it was before, and I see nothing except its dark side. These aren’t just thoughts; they’re my reality. I'm afraid, not only because of Alex's absence but because my baby, who did nothing wrong, might end up living without a father. As I was walking across the silent road, I suddenly lost my balance. I tried to keep myself standing, but I didn’t have the energy. Just when I felt like I was going to completely fall, I suddenly felt the warmth of someone's arms catching me, and then everything went blurry.

How could the daughter of the wealthy Beta be married to a person like him? I was ashamed because all my bragging about becoming the Luna was futile. I felt so stupid! But I had no choice, but to move into his house after the marital rites was completed a week later. I insisted on a very quiet marriage for fear of being mocked. But contrary to what I thought, Miko proved to be the best husband, but I still can't say I loved him. Several months later I went into labor. According to the scanning we did, there were twins in my womb. As I was pushed into the theatre, I could see Miko's anxious face and for once, I felt pity on him.

He stood up, carrying me back toward the cabin as the first morning of peace turned into the first lifetime of hope. The battle for the soul of the North had been won, but the adventure of the Ever-Wild, the growing twins, and the birth of Maya’s own "Logical" heirs was just beginning.

Eva thought sadly to herself with a sigh. About four years ago, she had given birth to twins, a boy and a girl whom she had lovingly named Daisy and Liam. Her daughter’s survival itself was a miracle. At birth, Daisy had been pronounced stillborn, her fragile body lifeless. But a determined nurse had refused to give up, tirelessly administering CPR until the newborn’s weak cry pierced the silence, breaking into tears. Although Daisy had survived, she remained a very fragile child, requiring frequent hospital visits. The hospital had become like a second home to them.

He lit a candle and began to read. The prophecy was clear. “Two shall be born of fire and light — bound by blood, divided by fear. One to rule, one to remember. When they meet, the world shall burn anew.” Zerach sank to his knees. Two. There had been two. He remembered the healer’s whispers that night eleven years ago — of screams, confusion, a child that vanished. He had wanted to believe it was madness. Now he knew it was truth. “Daphne…” he whispered. “What did you do?”