Kagura Mother Novels & Stories

“But she’s still Akira.” “Are you sure?” I didn’t answer. Because the truth was—I wasn’t. --- That night, I dreamed. But it wasn’t just a dream. I felt myself pulled into another realm—the same silver meadow I’d seen before. And she was there again. My mother. The Moon Goddess. Her hair flowed like moonlight in water. Her face was both mine and not mine. She stood in the center of a pond that reflected the stars. “You’ve disobeyed me, Kiergan.”

I was introduced into this world on the eve of my mother's death. Through the many stories of my father, I learned what I could about the woman I loved but would never know. She was called Sakura after the season of the cherry blossoms. She was a petite, delicate woman of pale skin. In her joy and happiness, she would turn the gentle pink of the flowers of the season. My father was named Homura after the blaze one would see during his anger if it ever showed.

Well, that was the work of my lovable mom, because according to her, the word Kagura is a Japanese word which means entertaining the Gods. Doesn’t my name sound very holy? But even if it sounds feminine, I really love it – I like my second name because it makes me feel like I have Japanese blood, and I like to watch and read isekai anime or manga about protagonists who are reincarnated in another world and become super strong.

He seemed genuine—maybe even a bit too polite to be part of a wolf pack. “Uh—either the crop fields or the open plains, it’s your call,” Nova said, folding her arms as she turned to the only other woman in their group. The female—Kagura, if I remembered right—smiled coolly before getting to her feet and following Gabriel and the king out. “Guess my delinquent and I will just have to figure it out,” she muttered with a laugh, then tossed a sultry glance back at the group. “Of course, I’d be the one who gets stuck with the one ready to sink his teeth into us.” Her eyes narrowed with flirtation, and she stood there almost too confidently, the picture of seductive calm.

Kira asked, not bothering to hide her sarcasm. "You don't need to recognize a spiritual mother my dear. All you have to do is walk deep into the forest and set your mind on finding her, it is said that a spiritual mother will only appear to those who seek her with a pure heart and you may not recognise her but she'll recognise you and if she thinks you're worth gracing her presence then she'll let you recognize her." Layla explained and Kira could not believe the gibberish she just heard. How in the world does any of this make sense to her aunt?

" Hey Rookie, you alright there? You have been zoning out there for a while now." Kaen who was seated across me asks as he looks at me with worry. " Yeah, I'm good! I'm just glad that, that's finally over." " Well... not exactly. ... What are we going to do about Bankotsu? We can't keep him in that cage forever. " Kagome says as her shoulder bumps into mine while she places her elbow on the table to wave off the idea. She's sitting a bit too close to me... " Not to mention the 7 warped mothers, we have to find a way to change them back."

"It has been a thousand years since I first saw you, and the last time we had a conversation. You've been sleeping for a long time. Your memories are not that tight. But I only regained mine. The highest supreme being just granted me my memory, and I know what I'm saying is right." I looked at Venus, the goddess of the moon, and said, "Kindly do some visuals for my girl while I do the honor of talking." "Did I say you have the right to talk? What if you lied to my face?" asks Kagome. "Don't let her talk, Kagome. He will spit some lies and we both know that all of the nine-tailed did." As my tears continued to drop, I laughed. Quietly, until it begins to resound.

How could he hear about this only now? “That’s a lot of things you could’ve done better had you known them before you grand scheme, right? Kazuma.” Kazuma was starteled when he heard that old feminine voice that sounded like the whistle of a deep cave filled with chiming stones. Like an old song from the ancient times… “Akagi-sama,” kurumi stood up and bowed to the old woman staring like a statues of a saintes in front of them in her sky blue kimono shining like a beacon in the dim morning light slipping into the kitchen.

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." --

The Hag's eyes widened as she stared intently at Ivana. "I remember you..." She sniffed the air around Ivana, her eyes narrowing. "Yes... it's you. Something's off about your scent. Have you been turned into a Voodoo Lwa?" Ivana's face showed a flicker of complex emotions. She nodded. "You remember me..." The Hag's expression darkened. "Where is your mother?" "My mother... she's dead..." "Dead?" The Hag's voice dripped with sarcasm. She lifted her head slightly and burst into eerie laughter.