Twice Born Novel Novels & Stories

I would answer him, “Just until tomorrow. “Be quick! Once you’re gone, I’ll use your money to raise a whole house of boys. “You know I could do it!” Six years into my new life, our second child was born. She was a beautiful girl. Wesley was ecstatic, promising to leave all the Grant family assets to her. I ignored him. By now, Wesley had already lived three years longer than in my previous life. Strangely, I was not unhappy at all. After all, my original plan had been to get the inheritance.

Hours blurred into pain, sweat, and fear. Then— The twins were born. A boy and a girl. Beautiful. Strong cries filled the room. Silver and gold eyes—perfectly mixed. Relief crashed through me. Then the girl’s eyes flickered. Gold. Dark. The boy’s stayed pure silver. The doctor stiffened. “The girl’s feeling a faint dark pull. The spirit is trying to attach.” Nyx, exhausted and shaking, reached for them. “My babies…” The boy’s light glowed softly, easing her pain.

all shaking their head at a real life Magic. one of the maidens ran towards them while panting... "Guess what happened again... the whatever concoction Ayanna mixed in that cup did not only saved the queen's life... it also made her give birth with ease... no slight pain... No f**king pains... just the cry of a child and you know what the next shocker was?". the maiden paused and others immediately shook their head. "Ayanna predicted the gender of the King's child.... She mentioned a Baby girl and that is what the queen gave birth to... we now have a Princess in our Midst!". she yelled in happiness before scurrying off and the gossips continues.

A sharp pain struck my head as I woke up in bed, lying next to the sleeping Rick. I froze for a moment, and memories of my death slowly flooded back into my mind. ‘Had I… been reborn?’ I picked up my phone to check the date and time, realizing this was the night we had made our final attempt to have a child. Hatred surged through me, and I wanted nothing more than to strangle the man sleeping beside me. ‘Stay calm,’ I told myself.

I could only stare as the second child was placed into her arms, pressed against her chest beside his sister. My throat closed again, my heart stuttering at the sight. Twins. A girl and a boy. The Gods had not only spared them, they had given double. The cries softened, turning into hiccupping whimpers as the babies nestled closer to Lila’s chest. The air was thick with the scent of blood, smoke from the fire, and two new precious scents.

“Why was I born like this?” She gazed long at me, and turned upon a bureau toward the fire. At it she opened with caution and drew out a large, old-fashioned tome of leather binding. Dusts came up like ghosts out of the pages. “You weren’t supposed to survive,” she said, not unkindly. “You had a twin. A sister. Stillborn. She took the worst of the curse, left you with the rest.” My heart skipped. “No,” I breathed. “That’s not true.”

With his silent approval, they tore me down, piece by piece, until I was nothing more than a joke—no longer the queen I once was. The suffering pushed me into severe depression. Only suppressants keep my wolf form from spiraling out of control. Until one day, my medication was replaced with a slow-acting poison. He was the one who did it. I died alone, locked away in the cold palace, a child still growing inside me. However, the Moon Goddess granted me another chance. Reborn in this life, I chose to let them have each other. But what I didn’t expect was that Alpha Iris had been reborn too.

"Mom, I want to marry the vampire! I don't care about lots!" As I opened my eyes, I could still feel the pain of being bitten and torn apart. When I heard Sophie Anderson's spoiled voice, I quickly realized I had been reborn. But why did Sophie make a different choice this time? Sophie was adopted and a fake heiress. In my last life, she had immediately picked the werewolf with six-pack abs and handsome features. She even cried and begged to marry him.

The family was relieved that the power their mother had was not given to them, and they hoped it would stay like that. But a new war was coming, worse than the first one, and when one of the daughters gave birth to twins, one boy, and one girl. Where the boy seemed to be normal, the girl wasn’t. The girl carried the same eyes as her dead grandmother, eyes that looked like the moon. When she grew older, it became evident that she was exactly like her grandmother. And that is the story of how the blessed wolf comes to life.” She ended her story. “But what has it to do with me?”

No, she's of no use, please stay with me," Malia pleaded, clutching the sheets in pain. Before Eliza had time to realize what was happening, her younger sister gave birth to another baby. It was unbelievable, the twins had not been born to the dark ones for a hundred years. Overcoming fear and disgust, Eliza took the baby in her arms, and her smile immediately faded, the child did not breathe. “It’s a girl,” she said, bringing her to her mother’s chest.