Romans & histoires I Love My Body Mother Moon

I spin around to the voice, to find someone that looked exactly like the woman in the portrait, my mother, her body transparent with a white glow around her. “What, what are you?” I stutter as her body becomes solid, her amber eyes, bright like my own. A smile spreads across her face, “Do you not recognise me dear child?” she reaches a hand out and cups my cheek, an odd sensation but as I go to grab it, my own hand falls right through. “I am your mother, the Moon Goddess sent me here as she knows you are in turmoil”. She drops her hand “He will survive Rudina, you have done all you can and now his body needs to rest”.

They don't have any preference but to trust this human. David Apsyrtus turned his body so he faced her, He grasped both of her hands. "Each lake in the Moonland has unique properties. I discern them when I touch the water. While I know now who you are, it will not be easy for you. I think you are her daughter, you are the offspring of the last Moon Goddess,the one who will bring an end to this war, besides he also had the ability of fire like you." David clarified. His words were kindness, a concern that was so quick that for her, it was natural. This vigilance was a part of who he was and that was, if she was honest, the most attractive feature she had seen for quite some time.

Cynthia kept gazing at the stars from the window of the car . " When i was a kid i used to wonder why this moon always keeps moving with me ...how idiot i was i used to think the moon was following me i could see it everywhere i used to go ." exclaimed Damon giggling . " Maybe the moon princess was obsessed with you ." said Cynthia . " Huh .." said Damon softly laughing . " What if she is ." said Cynthia . " Oh come on...we are destined enemies why would she like me ...she would be hating me and plotting my murder " said Damon .

It blocked his own life energy and the self-healing of his body. Maddie realized that the man was going to die if she did nothing. ‘Mother Moon, tha mi a 'gairm ort, mother moon, I call upon you Leigh leam an rud a bha, iad ag iarraidh a ghoid a leigheas, (let me heal what they wanted to steal). Leigh leis a bhith, beó air ais na beatha, (lethim experience, back in life, Tro mo lamhan, a 'cur dragh orm,

She is wearing a white dress as yellow orbs illuminating it. “Here we bless the new Priestess of the Moon, Luan” a woman said and move closer to her. A crown made of silver was placed on her head. “Thee I bless Luan the grace and voice to cradle anyone in pain” another woman comes up and touch the crown, this time it turns clear like water. Five more women bless her, with every blessing her crown turns to different shade and now its black. Then a man came up, he looks exactly like the man who just kissed her.

She brought in light to my dark, dimmed life, she bought the glow to my sparkless eyes, she bought me what they called "Exhilaration" I was fulfilled. She was the light to my darkness! And then.......she was gone, taken away from me, killed right before my eyes while I did nothing but watched as that bastard cut off her head, wishing to trigger me....oh he did...he surely did....he unleashed the devil himself. Hahaha He knew that was a death wish. I created A Blood Moon, representing my bleeding heart, my tears, my agony. To... Let the goddess know she had forsaken me.

She tried to move— But her legs gave out. She collapsed hard onto the ground. Cold. Unforgiving. Her breathing slowed. Her body refused to respond. Above her, the moon shone brightly. Tears slipped silently down her face. “Not… like this…” Darkness crept in. At least… I made it out… Her eyes closed. ⸻ A powerful presence moved through the forest. Fast. Silent. Deadly. Alpha Damon Blackwood stopped abruptly. His senses sharpened instantly. There. A scent.

I didn't step back. I lowered my center of gravity, letting the Moonveil energy pool into my hands until my skin glowed with a blinding, celestial frost. I felt the faint, rhythmic kick of the child against my abdomen—a sudden, grounding jolt of maternal fury that fused my personal survival with absolute territorial dominance. Before Cassian could cover the final ten feet, a towering wall of dark leather and muscle intercepted him.

My mother turns around and moves out of my father’s view as he opens his arms and I jump in them. “Hi, little one,” he says as we hold each other in a death-grip hug. After a minute or two we finally release each other. “How are you here?! How do you have your body!? What the hell-” I say. My dad chuckles and my mother giggles as tears run down her cheeks from her eyes. He simply points to the sky and says “Thank the moon goddess!”

"Don't you ever say anything like that about yourself again! You're not a freak, you're my mate, and you're perfect! You're more than I could have ever dreamed of, and I never want to let you go! I love you! Every single thing about you! We don't need lube, because you produce something much better than that! Something that smells incredibly delicious and tastes even better! I could feast on you all day, everyday, and never tire of it! This beautiful body, this amazing belly will one day carry our child. A child that will ensure I’m no longer the only dragon. A child that's a piece of you, and a piece of me, something we both created together. A child we don't need someone else to grow for u