Mordecai Lullaby Novels & Stories

And if that mockingbird won't sing, Outside the nursery window, the world is hushed, wrapped in its own blanket of nighttime quiet. But within these walls, Shelly's voice reigns, a gentle guardian warding off any shadows that might linger. Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring. And if that diamond ring turns brass, As the lullaby reaches its final notes, Carter and Abel begin to succumb to the sweet drowsiness that only a mother's voice can bring. Their eyes flutter closed, their breaths falling into a harmonious rhythm. For Shelly, this is magic, pure and simple, an enduring memory she'll carry with her always.

He took a deep breath and began to sing, his voice a gentle melody that filled the room. "I'll sing for you, Echo. Just like Mommy does." He held her close, rocking her back and forth. The softness of his voice intertwined with the warmth of his embrace, creating a cocoon of security for Faith's daughter. Echo's sobs gradually transformed into soft hiccups as Kendrick's lullaby worked its magic. Her eyes grew heavy, the weight of sleep slowly pulling her under. She clung to him, finding solace in his presence. Kendrick continued to sing, his voice carrying the love and tenderness he felt for his daughter. "Close your eyes, my little one. The night is here, and dreams will come."

God. And began singing. Fair. Not a real song. Reasonable honestly. Not anything from television. Not anything taught by adults. God. Just a Lily song. Fair. Tiny made-up words. Random melody. Reasonable. Completely imperfect. God. Completely beautiful. Fair. The nursery became quiet except for her voice. Reasonable. Soft. Gentle. God. And somehow... the baby stopped crying. Fair. Not immediately. Reasonable. Slowly. God. The cries grew softer.

After a long time, he said in a husky voice, “You can count on it! I’ll see that she pays for this.” Gwynn didn’t press further. Then, Lorian woke up for a short while. He couldn’t find his voice, so he merely held her hand. Letting him nestle in her embrace, she soothed him and told him there was nothing to be afraid of. She sang him a lullaby. “Hush, little baby don't say a word, “Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird, “And if that mockingbird don't sing, “Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring.”

His fear and the slow sound of his death, but I couldn’t pay attention to it. Mordecai’s wheezing breath pulled me from my place to where he lay. I heard Warhammer swarming the area, capturing and subduing everyone Ben had brought with him. I turned Mordecai over as gently as I could and pressed against the worst of the wounds. His eyes were focused and determined even as blood spilled from his mouth. “Matt…” He wheezed. “You have… office. Everything… flash drive—” “Just focus on staying alive, we can sort all that out later.”

I held him close, swaying slightly, feeling his warmth against me and without even thinking about it, I started to hum. The melody was soft and low, one I'd memorized in secret weeks ago, when Lena was still pregnant, when the nights were long and I couldn't sleep. A lullaby I learnt for my son, I never told anyone, not even her. It wasn't the kind of thing a man like me was supposed to know but I'd learned it anyway. Dylan's cries got weaker, fading into little hiccups. His eyes blinked up at me, heavy with sleep.

It stayed at the edges of the district, a white, hungry wall that surrounded the docklands. Laila collapsed as the silver light finally died. Kaden was there before she hit the ground, pulling her into his arms. He looked at the retreating fog, and then at Elias. He asked the boy how he did that. Elias sat down on the concrete, his small frame shaking. He said the Archive had shown him the "Lullaby of the Moon." He told them that the Soul Eaters were vibrations of hunger and that the Silverbacks were the only ones who knew the counter note. But he told Laila that he couldn't do it alone for much longer. He said the "chorus" wasn't a metaphor.

the agreed instantly. I began to sing a tune I knew well. It was a lullaby from an cartoon show called 07 Ghost and it was one of the sweetest lullabies I knew. Slowly the kids seemed to relax and Trace sagged against me as I sang the tune. Although none of them could understand it because it was in Japanese, the tune itself seemed to do the job. "Wow… nice job Kai. How'd you get so good?" Ali whispered as he picked up a couple of the kids who had already fallen asleep.

Soft the drowsy hours are creeping, Hill and dale in slumber sleeping I my loved ones' watch am keeping, All through the night Angels watching, e'er around thee, All through the night Midnight slumber close surround thee, All through the night Soft the drowsy hours are creeping, Hill and dale in slumber sleeping I my loved ones' watch am keeping, All through the night While the moon, her watch is keeping All through the night While the weary world is sleeping All through the night O'er thy spirit gently stealing Visions of delight revealing Breathes a pure and holy feeling All through the night Angels watching ever round thee All through the night In thy slumbers close surround thee All thro

“Daddy won’t let anyone get you.” Klay stands back and looks away while I sit on the sofa and rock my mini-Lenora and hum a song to her. The only one I can think of on the spot is Run to The Hills by Iron Maiden, but it doesn’t matter. When she hears it, her sobs ease into ragged breaths.