Kagura Mother Novels & Stories

and maybe something more. "This belongs to my mother, She was the co-owner of this school, " he said as he looked at the small dent on the top of the piano. Maya's eye lingered on the same place then at him. " was? " she asked; it was not that she did not get his meaning but she knew he needed to let it out; the pain; the sorrow... he needs to be devastated to heal once again... he has to go through pain to get his peace back.

Soon, it was time for dinner. Mrs. Anastasia : Dinner is served ma'am. Mad. Flora : Okay, we'll be there soon. Mad. Flora and her family moved to the dinning table to have their dinner. She lost her husband to cancer 2years ago and have since been taking care of their children. Mad. Flora : Before we start eating, I want to introduce someone to you. I guess you've all been wondering who this lady is. The strange lady stood from her chair and went to stand beside Mad. Flora.

With Genteel gone, Mukura seems to still have not yet calm down and is still panicking. “It will be alright, Divine.” She assures her. Genteel appears again in front of the car and she screams, “Mukura!” and huge wave hits the car destroying the front part of it. She slowly stops breathing fast, recognising the name she has just been called by. A name she has held for a long time ever since she could remember. She holds her head with memories flooding in her mind. She screams in the car destroying it. Pieces of it levitating the air alongside a passed out Monalisa. A white light hits her eyes blinding her. As the white light fades slowly, she also slowly begins to open her eyes. She is insid

There was a figure dressed in linen kneeling on the ground in the deepest part of the hall. She was not too old. She was in her forties at most, and her face was quite delicate. However, she seemed to age ten years older due to the sudden shock. Katie Price, Miwa Fujihara’s mother, was a woman from the Island Nation. Her face was a little gloomy at this moment. Apart from her daughter’s death, another reason for the gloom was that she had just received the news… The banknotes flying all over the sky ruined the meticulously arranged drama.

Who else could have pulled me here without my consent? When the light fully illuminates her, she is breathtaking. Her long, curling red hair flows down her back, kept from her face by the seven-pointed diadem. A scarlet toga wraps tightly around her full, pregnant belly before flowing to the floor. Her copper-brown eyes are filled with kindness, her lips curled into a warm smile. Hecate, the Mother. “Mother,” I whisper, dropping to my knees in reverence. “Rise, daughter.” Her voice fills the space with the warmth the astral plane had been lacking.

When the women gushed about the embodied spirit, the spits crackled and the beam of sunlight retreated from the assembly to the absent walls temple. “You can wait behind one of the posts, Mother. I can manage this task alone,” said Maga to her aging mother. She was hugging an urn and an emptied keepsake box. Her scarlet, hooded cloak and robe woven in gold trimmings sparkled when she loomed near the altar with ashes that were twinkling stardust, casting an afterglow like the sky after sunset. “If you say so, daughter, but I’ll be at the post by the very low temple steps,” Maga’s mother did what her daughter had asked her.

"You think I would lie about a thing like that and just bring a random person, claiming she is the Chosen One?" "Tell me, human," Elder Kane said to Kyra. "From which coven are you from?" Kyra looked at Sage and saw that he would want her to answer so she looked back at the Elder who asked her a question and she quickly remembered the name of her mother's coven. "Blackburn," she answered. "And who is your mother?" "Caitlin, from the Blackburn coven," she answered. "Why is she not here with you?" "She is dead," Kyra replied and clenched her hand where her fingers dipped into her palm.

My psychic ability must be heightened in this place because I instantly become aware of these three creatures, these… {reapers}. The first is Kera, the Spirit of Vengeance, responsible for conducting everyone who suffered a violent death. She’s a battle maiden in plate armor, with an ebony face and short, curly blonde hair. Exactly the type to bring home to mama except for the fangs, talons and the huge pair of raven wings on her back.

She knows that raising Luna in this supernatural world won't be easy, but she's ready for the challenge. Meagia resolute. “Together, we will navigate this realm, my love. And one day, you will become a force to be reckoned with.” With Luna cradled in her arms, Meagia gazes up at the moon, a symbol of the power that courses through their lineage. She embraces her role as a mother and guardian, knowing that she and her daughter will face whatever challenges come their way with unwavering strength and love.

That single answer immediately captured everyone's attention. "You don't know?" Darius repeated. Kaelara slowly lowered her gaze to her hands. "My mother was... simply my mother," she answered quietly. "She healed people. She understood herbs better than anyone in our pack. She preserved ancient traditions and rituals passed down through generations. But..." She paused, searching desperately for words that barely existed. "I had never seen anything like that before." The chamber grew even quieter. "It was as though..." she whispered, "...she became someone else."