Godmother Book Novels & Stories

Elodie whispered and I nodded. From the corner of my eye, I dared to look. Godmother was breathtaking, graceful… and cold. She looked almost identical to Nyx — the same sharp cheekbones, the same piercing gaze, even the same green eyes. But unlike Nyx’s fiery aura, hers was… controlled. My heart skipped when she suddenly turned in my direction. I quickly looked down, focusing back on my meal. “I… I think Godmother is coming towards us,” Elodie whispered. I gulped. Even without looking, I could feel her presence drawing closer.

" Bang! The operating room door flew open with a violent kick. My eldest godmother, Lily Smith was the first to rush in. She had buttoned her coat wrong in her hurry, and her tie hung crooked around her neck. It was obvious she had raced there without stopping. Behind her, the deafening roar of motorcycle engines echoed through the hallway. My sixth and seventh godmothers strode in, each carrying a heavy wrench. My third godmother followed at an unhurried pace, calmly adjusting her glasses. She held up her phone, where she had already compiled a long list of Austin and Daniela's crimes. My fourth godmother slipped on a pair of boxing gloves, my fifth godmother pulled out her laptop and hacke

"So you are trying to tell me that someone actually created us- the gods?" Fate scoffs. "Where exactly did you get this lie from." “Minerva is the queen of my children- the werewolves, she doesn’t tell lies, she’s a fey too remember.” The Moon Goddess’s eyes narrows immediately at the other gods in the room but particularly on Fate. “You know that so why deny what I am telling you.” The person she refers to scoffs at her.

The pages, worn with age, held secrets waiting to be unveiled. Drew, drawn by the distant echo of the chest creaking open, stepped into the garden just as Jette began leafing through the book. His eyes widened in surprise as he recognized the familiar leather binding. "What's this?" Drew asked, his curiosity piqued. Jette took a deep breath, her gaze shifting from the pages to meet Drew's eyes. "Magdalene is more than just a guide," she began, the weight of the revelation pressing upon her words. "She's my true mother. The book, it holds the story of our lineage—a legacy intertwined with wolves and magic."

This woman was Blaze’s mother—Lucretia Ephemera. Blaze joined the battle and unleashed an all-out flame attack. The flame had a good amount of power and could relieve Lucretia’s pressure. “Blaze, why did you come in again? Hurry up and leave this place!” Lucretia screamed with a serious expression. “Mom, I’ve acquired Nature’s Book. I can take you and leave together,” Blaze replied happily. Seeing his mother, his smile also looked like a child who had not grown up. “What? You have Nature’s Book in your hand?”

After my mother lit the incense and let me go with her own hands, she fell ill for a long while. The physicians of Olympus came and called it a wasting of her divine essence: the faint trace of ichor in a mortal body was not enough to bear so great a grief. They gave her medicine, a golden liquid in a clear glass vial. She drank it, and brought it back up again. At her lowest, she opened her wrist. She used the silver dagger bestowed upon her by the King of the Gods.

"But if you want proof, find this book." I eyed it warily. "What is it?" "Knowledge." "That’s not an answer," I snapped. She chuckled, unbothered. "You always were sharper than the rest." She traced her fingers over the cover, the symbols glowing faintly under her touch. "This book holds the truths you seek. But be warned, Elysia—truth is never kind, and it rarely sets one free." A heavy silence settled between us. My pulse pounded in my ears. My mother… she had willingly given herself to Hecate? Why? What could have possibly driven her to such a fate?

“Why do you get extra visions?” “Well, you,” I say, pointing down at his shoes, “have warm dry feet. So. Fair trade.” He laughs at me almost despite himself, shaking his head as he wraps Jesse up tightly in his blanket. The baby’s face is peaceful now, his eyes starting to drift shut. “Leave it to you, trouble,” he murmurs, “to bully the Goddess into showing you extra magical visions.” “I’m his godmother,” I say, grinning and taking the baby from Sinclair’s arms when he offers him to me, probably knowing that I’m upset and want to hold the baby close. “If I’m not going to bully a diety for him, who is?”

“We’ve succeeded, my darling. The book is safe.” “It still needs a guardian.” Leticia whispers with a fake sob. “Mother will send one. When you find him, take his eye.” I stand tall and look at her with pride. “Recite the ritual I gave you and he’s spirit will be bound to the book. He will become its guardian forever in the future.” “And so it is done.” Leticia nods and gives me a tight hug. She steps into an empty alley, creates a portal and disappears. “There’s a book?” I open my eyes and let my eyes absorb the memory. “Oh, my Goddess. Bronx, that’s when I ordered Leticia to cut out your eye.”

There was no electricity so they lit the candles and lanterns. "I'm a priest, same as your mother," He began playing along with Jeremy's eyeing. "Your mother knowing the story in the red book concerning Naomi condemned the treatment, so she was so rugged about bringing her back, freeing her from her agony. The book was passed to her from her ancestors, a long line of priestesses. We were in the mission together, but I backed out yet she kept going. Even on her dying bed she handed it over to you, I didn't discourage you because I underestimated you. I doubted you would ever encrypt the spells and free her. But when that tomb cracked, I knew you had done it, and I also knew there would be tro