Novel & Cerita In My Godmother Era

“Elera.” She leaned forward, finger wagging in the air. “Damon.” “Elera.” “You may be Alpha, but I’m the Godmother,” she said with a wink. “That means I outrank you in snuggles, gifts, and emotional bribery.” Kane groaned beside her. “Here we go again.”

The figure that had stirred me earlier was now in my arms, making it impossible for me not to react. Ms. Johnston clearly felt it too. The flush had already spread from her face all the way to her ears. Biting her lower lip, she reached back and locked the storage room door. Then, she looked at me, her gaze flickering with uncertainty. "Let go of me. Do you know what this looks like? I'm your girlfriend's godmother." Despite her words, she didn't move away. Instead, she remained pressed tightly against me. That made my eyes light up. I didn't miss a chance to take advantage of the situation. "Ms. Johnston, I'm not trying to take advantage of you. In fact, I'm helping you. You looked pretty l

"Thank you, Amelia. I don't even know what to say. Of course, I would be thrilled to be Luisa's godmother. It would be my greatest pleasure." In the following months, I embraced my role as Luisa's godmother with unwavering enthusiasm and dedication. Every week, I would visit my little goddaughter, armed with small gifts and toys to bring a twinkle to her eyes. We would spend hours playing and giggling, forming an unbreakable bond that only grew stronger with time.

The pain in my chest was unbearable, the weight of his statements and the pain of seeing my mother in this situation made me wanna run mad. I tried to steady her as I lifted her from the ground. I pulled her through the doorway of the pack house she swept, her body trembled with grief as she kept apologizing to me. We left the pack entirely and walked towards an unknown place around the territory since we had nowhere to go. I laid my mom at the bank of the flowing river to give her some water when I met my godmother, Elara. She took us in and fed us, but by the time she could treat my mom, it was too late. I lost her.

The night of her eighteenth birthday was supposed to be the happiest of Emily's life. “Growing up, my mother used to tell me that mates are the Moon Goddess’s greatest blessing,” I whispered, the words barely audible over the scrape of the broom against the cold stone floor. “She said they are your protector, your other half—the one who will love and cherish you until eternity.”

I hope Dominic will stop being a stick in the mud soon so you can visit more, and I can visit you more. I will be looking at the moon with you wherever you are. Love, June I felt a tear slip down my cheek. Reiner could tell by my face I knew she was telling the truth. “So, Beverly, did June ever make you Myla’s Goddess mother?” “She did.” She reached in her bag handing Myla a certificate. It was the certificate showing Myla was promised to the Goddess and Beverly was listed as the Goddess Mother. “One more question,” I watched Beverly’s face. “What did my other always call me when I was a baby?”

rowed, “Prepare for what? Does this need intense preparation?” I chuckled she really is fierce. “Prepare for a beautiful candlelit dinner with my beautiful wife and tell her everything that I have been doing over the past months.” I took her hands and kissed them gently, “You are the most beautiful thing that happened to me and I will do everything that I can to keep you safe. I wouldn’t know what to do if anything happened to you especially now that we are starting our own family.” Her once furrowed brows softened and tears were forming at the corner of her eyes. I wiped them off before they could flow down her cheeks. “I was away for quite a while because I have been busy for this sole rea

She stepped inside, panting in the cold. The fire was waiting. Not flame as mortals knew it, but spirit—burning at the heart of the ruin, coiled in golden light. “Elara Sterling,” it murmured, voice like embers crackling. “Daughter of Robin. Daughter of ash.” she dropped to her knees with a pounding heart. “Why do you call me here?” "Because you are not just a child of man." The fire swirled, creating shadows that moved like warriors. “You are heir to more than Sterling blood. You are heir to the forgotten throne. Heir of the goddess cast aside.”

We looked at each other. The letter said this. Dara Cross had been friends with my mother. Not close friends — the letter was careful about that, precise in the way that honest letters were precise, not claiming more than was true. Acquaintances who had found themselves in the same rooms on several occasions twenty years ago, before my mother chose the Iron Crest Pack as the place to raise me, before Dara Cross's illness had taken her out of the world. My mother had told Dara Cross what I was.

The very air around her seemed to shimmer with the power of the heavens. "I am Athena," she said, her voice deep and commanding, echoing through the tomb like a thunderclap. "And you… Nihil… you will not break me again." Nihil staggered back, his dark power recoiling from her presence. His face twisted in rage and disbelief. "No! This cannot be. You cannot be Athena. You are weak. You were nothing before. You are nothing!" Kiara, now Athena in every sense, raised her hand, the air crackling with divine energy. The very earth beneath her feet trembled as the ground split open, revealing the raw force of her godly might. Her eyes blazed with fire, her voice filled with divine wrath.