Unbirth Stories Novels & Stories

These stories ranged from tales of triumph and resilience to accounts of cultural traditions and the bonds forged through shared humanity. Luna compiled these stories into a book titled "Voices of Seoul," a testament to the diverse voices that make up the vibrant tapestry of the city. Through the publication of the book, Luna aimed to not only give a voice to those whose stories often go unheard but also to provide a platform for readers around the world to connect with the people of Seoul on a deeply personal level.

New text bled into existence in the sky overhead, the letters not clean white this time but thick, dark, like someone had dipped a finger in blood and ink and drawn them by hand. CHOOSE: BURIAL OR BIRTH. ABANDON YOUR STORIES, OR CLAIM THEM. The words hung there, heavy as stone. My heart clenched. Burial. Birth. Abandon… Claim. The meanings slotted in with nasty ease. If I buried all this—if I closed the coffin, turned my back, accepted the stone’s half‑etched HERE LIES, and walked away—I’d be doing what I’d always done. Letting the game take the pieces of me I’d left on hard drives and in notebooks and used them how it wanted.

You see, the most annoying and entertaining moment in life, especially when you want to obtain closure and understand what happened from another person’s mouth, is when the retelling begins to involve some uninteresting scenarios. For example, Vaquesha was forced to listen to Felicia’s sad love story. Did she even need to hear about that? Vaquesha hoped she could skip ahead in time, but she knew that the part she desired would arrive sooner or later. Felicia claims that her partner at the time dumped her when she was pregnant. She could not abort the unborn child, therefore she had to carry it to term. However, her love for the child had already waned, and she was unable to keep the child ev

He shuffled off through a side door, leaving me alone with the smell of paper and a guard who looked too bored to stare at me for long. I drifted between the shelves, not quite wandering, not quite obeying. Most of the volumes were labeled in terse, faded script: BIRTHS. DEATHS. BONDINGS. DEBTS. ADOPTIONS. My skin prickled. This place held the stories of everyone who mattered to Bloodthorn. Who’d been born here, who’d died, who owed what. And somewhere, filed away like a receipt no one cared about, was the official lie they’d told about me.

The creator on the video was narrating a story: “A man and his wife tried for years to conceive and finally had twins. He was overjoyed and treated his wife like a queen. But on the day the twins were born, he discovered their blood types didn’t match his or his wife’s. Suspicious, he secretly did a paternity test. The twins were biologically his wife’s but had no relation to him. After digging deeper, he learned the real reason they hadn’t conceived for years—he had a medical issue. It turned out his wife had been cheating, and he was raising another man’s kids.” Herman’s expression grew more uneasy with every word. The story mirrored his situation almost exactly. He and Ruby had been marri

Luna had already passed out, a pool of blood spreading beneath her, shocking to look at. They called the hospital, and once the medical staff came to take her away, they left the place. … "Hey, did you hear? There’s a woman in the maternity ward who miscarried after fooling around with a bunch of guys. They said she was brought in nude." "I heard too. She was picked up from an abandoned factory, barely two months pregnant, and it wasn’t just one guy. She’d arranged for several to join in." "No way, people are really that wild now? That’s insane! Pregnant and still out there messing around like that. Doesn’t she worry about catching something?"

… Later on, my best friend told me how Clara aged at lightning speed and ultimately had to rely on expensive medical equipment to stay alive. Mirabelle, on the other hand, insisted on having Marcus' baby despite the scandal. However, because she was a woman of advanced maternal age who never went for prenatal checkups, her child was born with Down syndrome. She took her son to fight for the Pembroke family's inheritance, but they refused to acknowledge him and even sent Marcus to Rivora to lie low. With nowhere else to turn, she went online to livestream her sob story. The feud between them blew up so badly that it eventually made national news.

"More than people think, even then. Women who had reasons to stay outside the system. Women who couldn't risk a record." I thought about what kind of woman that was. What circumstances produced that choice. What fear, or desperation, or careful deliberate planning drove someone to give birth without a single official trace. A woman who was hiding. A woman who needed the silence to be total. "What does Reina do with this?" Matteo asked. Kian looked back at his phone. "She's pivoting. Unregistered births in that period often involved unlicensed practitioners, midwives who operated outside the system. Women who asked no questions and kept no records." He paused.

There are wolves who have not yet existed. I looked up from the book I was reading. "Who is speaking?" I am the Unwritten. I am the possibility that has not yet become real. I am the story that is waiting to be told. The Unwritten spoke of a new kind of existence. "Not all stories are forgotten," it said. "Some stories are simply not yet written. They are waiting for the right wolf to tell them. They are waiting for the right moment to come into being." "And I am that wolf?"

Those don't bend back. He turned to the documented entries. The first Luck Bearer had lived two thousand years ago. A farmer with no combat ability who had accidentally ended a war by wandering into the wrong camp at the wrong time and triggering a chain of events that dismantled an entire army. The second had lived eight hundred years ago. A child who had never learned to read, but whose presence in a city had caused a series of accidents that uncovered a buried civilization beneath the streets and rewritten Eryndor's historical record entirely.