I Love My Body Mother Moon Novels & Stories

Yesran rubbed her face roughly, she ran down and out. “Everything is for my safety. But in the end, it was my mother who was hurt," Yesran whispered as she looked up at the sky, which was still dripping with rain. Not so long ago, Yesran looked down again, she stared ahead with a sharp gaze, squeezing the paper in her hand furiously. “You said I was your child, Moon Goddess. Then show me the evidence, don't hurt my mother, don't let my mother get hurt by anybody." Then Yesran ran against the rain. "I will save you mother, until then please stay safe." --

Thud! My canvas backpack fell to the ground. When I bent down to pick it up, a doctor's appointment sheet landed right next to my feet. I took a glimpse. The time of conception was three months ago. At that time, Ian Gambino, my boyfriend, told me that he was out on a mission. He would often only reply to my messages once every few days. There was one time when we were on a video call that I saw scratches on his back when he turned around to change his top.

"Listen, Vivienne, your body needs much more calcium than normal people. You can eat or drink anything, but you would still have to drink milk, and that's that." It was already a proven fact this evening after I got some milk in my system, the trembling died down. Now, I just started to get a hang of that idea. "So what you're saying is- I'm a milkaholic?" "Theoretically speaking," Mom laughed. "What kind of an 'aholic' is that?" I asked in disbelief. Mom just gave me a satisfied beam. I was sleeping on my bed when the full moon rose as huge and bright as the sun. The silver radiance poured through the window. I winced at the unusual sickening light.

* *I am* Gunner gazed at me as we floated above the stage together. His eyes glowed brilliantly, I could come to love this colour on him. He smiled and nodded his head in agreement. I closed my eyes and said a hushed prayer to the Moon Goddess, to the All Mother. ‘Thank you, Mother’ I whispered. A warm feeling flooded my chest, a feeling of love and adoration took hold inside of me. She is a part of me. Now and always.

"It is beautiful, like every part of your body. I love you." "I love you more, my Moon. Go sleep; you’ll need the energy for tomorrow."

She wanted to walk away, I could already tell. "The moon goddess has a responsibility to her people, she has a responsibility to the humans, and she has a responsibility to this world. We can not allow Saltos to take over." “Wait, rewind. Your mother is the moon Goddess?" I asked. I could not even believe it. “Your mom is the moon goddess?" Selene asked, finally looking up from her quiet corner. “Yes, my mother fell in love with a crazy hippie werewolf. I was the fruit of that hopeless, stupid relationship." She looked at me and saw the look of complete surprise on my face.

The lost queen has returned. But I notice something. My mother is not at full strength. She tires easily. She cannot shift. Her mark is faint. "You are not fully healed," I say that night. She nods. "My spirit was trapped for two decades. It will take time. And I am bound to this body. It is not my original body. It is a vessel. A gift from the moon goddess." "The moon goddess gave you a body?" "She saw what I sacrificed. She decided to reward me." My mother smiles. "I am not immortal. But I am alive. And I will stay as long as the moon wills it."

As I continued touching her, she moaned and her back arched when I found the places that made her breath come apart. I slowly touched her breast and nipples while I kissed her softly and amorously on the nip of her neck. I slowly let my hands wander across her body, from her cleavage to her hips and down to the mound of her pussy. Every part of her I touched, I touched like it was something worth the care. Like she had always been worth the care. Because she had. Because three years of watching her absorb the mess of everything around her and asking for nothing in return had made that fact muddy in her head, and this was the closest I knew how to get to saying it now.

Continuation of flashback "Moon Goddess!!" I roar with all my strength, my voice echoing off the stone walls. "Please! Answer me!" I wait, hoping for a sign. If she doesn't answer, I’ll take my own life right here. I have nothing to live for. My mother is dead, and my father is a monster I am too weak to kill. The air in the room suddenly thins. A soft, iridescent light begins to glow, and the Moon Goddess appears before me. She looks like the moon itself. Ethereal, glowing, and terrifyingly beautiful.

I didn’t know why they got sad and I wanted to ask him, but then he said, “The legend of a white Moon warrior.” We were all surprised. Everyone knew the Legend of Azrael, the famous Moon Goddess warrior. “My mom used to tell me that story every night. She tried to tell me other stories, but I loved that one, so she would tell me of the great strength Azrael possessed and that being the first creation of the Moon Goddess herself made him and his warriors her personal protectors to live on this Earth among us all,” he said softly, smiling, lost in his memory from his childhood. “Do you guys remember when we would pretend like we were the great white warriors?” Damon asked Wyatt and Zen, and th