Unbirth Stories Novels & Stories

She stared at it for a long time. This was barely even a cenotaph, an empty grave. Selina didn't know its gender or personality, only that it had quietly come and gone, its life snuffed out by someone. This was the grave she had secretly erected for her unborn child after her divorce, without her family knowing. Some say that aborted children, not having been born and not dying naturally, can't enter reincarnation. They're forced to repeatedly experience being torn apart. Selina didn't want it to suffer like that, so she erected this grave.

Lives never lived. Suddenly she understood. The Unwritten weren't people. Not exactly. They were stories. Rejected stories. Forgotten futures. Abandoned possibilities. Everything creation had chosen not to become. And now they had returned. The revelation nearly crushed her. There were trillions of them. Countless unrealized futures. Countless discarded destinies. Countless forgotten worlds. All of them staring at her. All of them waiting. The little girl smiled. "You inherited everything." Nova couldn't breathe. The girl nodded.

He leaned against the tree. My skin crawled at the vivid images his words painted in my mind. Each new detail made me grateful for skipping breakfast that morning as it felt like my insides were trying to escape. The way Charlie had explained the Arcane Collectors was like a mafia organisation with a thing for ancient relics, but the way Mr Harrison put it, a mafia organisation sounded like kindergarten. What's worse is how it weirdly made sense. The untraceable thefts, thieves that chose death over failure, wrecking houses, and kidnapping teenagers at midnight.

A wave of sadness crashed over me, and it was so powerful that my legs crumbled and I slid to the floor, with tears streaming down my face. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I wasn’t supposed to be pregnant now. I’m only eighteen, and I’m still just a common wolfless Omega maid that the whole pack loved to abuse and humiliate. I’ve been bullied and beaten my whole life for not having a wolf, and now…now this? Pregnant without a mate, money or husband, I was doomed. I hugged my knees to my chest and started sobbing uncontrollably. How could I bring a child into this kind of life? A life where they would be ridiculed, abused, and treated like dirt for being born to someone like me?

She could not explain that she had read their lives as a tragic side plot in a stupid book from a ruined world, or that she knew exactly how badly things could end if their fathers married those women. She could not tell three unborn babies that in the original story, they were wanted only after it was too late, protected only after they had already suffered, and loved by fathers who realized the truth after their own choices had helped destroy them. That truth was too heavy for tiny hearts. So Vera prepared something softer. Not fully honest, but not fully false either. A sweet lie, maybe. A safe lie. The type of lie a mother could tell when the truth had teeth and claws.

He had nothing. He was an illegitimate child. In the society he lives in now, being an illegitimate child means that you’re born a failure and nothing will save you from being one. He tried so hard to rise up to the society despite being one, he wanted to prove himself to those nobles that made his life so hard. Hayden Moreau never knew how to give up. Until now.

Truly ridiculous. More over, it was the rumored ‘cursed’ child of D city. In this city, everyone knew the story about a girl who was abandoned by the parents because she could see ghosts. It was said that her ability to see supernatural things due to being cursed. Hence the girl got a title ‘Cursed Child of D City’. Looking at luxurious hall of the banquet, along with people from upper class, Qing Xu Lin’s lips were pressed tightly. Thinking of Ming Yue would soon be a part of this wonderful circle, Qing Xu Lin wanted to break the glass in her hand.

It was like a murky layer had been removed from his eyes, allowing him to see things clearer. “Count Dracula finally rises. Muhahah!” Reaching the ground floor, Anderson was greeted by a familiar exaggerated voice. Anderson turned to a pretty dark-skinned teen feeding an eight-year-old girl seated on her lap. Kira: That was her name. She was the third sixteen-year-old and friend of Anderson and Carson in the orphanage. She gave Anderson the brightest smile he had ever seen in a while. It was surprising coming from someone who knew in her heart of hearts she would probably never get adopted and would have to go out and find a way to fend for herself.

Slowly, they packed the unfilled grave. The old man held his hands to his back. Stared at the freshly dug soils. All these years, he lived behind the shadows of Nathalia. Hiding from the morbid influence of his kind. It's time to step out of the dark. To tell a story, Lucifer: Untold. *** WASHINGTON D.C. FBI HEADQUARTERS

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