Mordecai Lullaby Novels & Stories

Oliver has been her idol since she worked at the house. "Is it true that I am going to melt? But I'm not a candle, sister," Sophia said so innocently. "Haha, that's right. It's just a parable, Sophia." "Sophia?" A servant called him from the direction of the kitchen, Sophia quickly walked up to him. "Yes. What's the matter, Auntie?" "Mr. Moore will have breakfast in his room. Can you deliver this food to his room?" pleaded a chef. Sophia stared at the food in doubt, could he deliver it?

I’m almost startled when Malcolm comes out of his hiding spot in the wardrobe and I don’t bother saying a word when he kisses me goodnight and leaves through the same window he came in. ♪~√~♪~√~♪ The sound of someone banging on my door wakes me up in the morning. I rub my eyes, as I slowly lift my head from the dresser. I must have fallen asleep somewhere between yelling out my lungs and crying out my eyes. My neck hurts like hell and I move it around in an attempt to reduce the soreness. It doesn’t work and I have to endure the pain as I slowly walk to check who is at the door.

Because Micah was thriving. Because I was starting to feel something I didn't want to feel. --- The second week, Dax learned Micah's favorite song. It was a lullaby Vera had taught me-old wolf nonsense about the moon and the stars. Dax didn't know the words. So he made up his own. "Little wolf, close your eyes, Mama's here beneath the skies. Daddy's learning how to be, Someone you're proud to call family." I heard him singing it through the thin cabin walls. Micah was giggling, asking for more.

(DOLL’S LULLABY) “LA, LA, LA, LA, LA, LA, LA.” She started to sing, humming her favorite lullaby that always marks with the tone of eeriness and dread. Somewhat fulfilling the ambiance of the quiet night under the shade of the bright full moon from outside the chamber of the Crown Princess. Winona stares at its beautiful glow as her mind wonders, pin along and over and over again to the words that made her wish for a thing.

••Athara•• As I cradled our son in my arms, I hummed a soft lullaby that my mother used to sing to me when I was a child. The sweet melody filled the room, and my little boy’s eyes slowly began to flutter close. I closed my eyes too, breathing in the scent of his soft hair as I lost myself to the music. I put him to bed when he was quite asleep. "Sleep tight, my handsome little man," I said in the middle of humming the lullaby that made him close his eyes.

She starts to sing to me. When I hear a baby cry, I think of a lullaby— a lullaby that seems to cling to me— a lullaby my momma would sing to me. But Mama, I'm not tired. I yawn sleepily. Mama grins and continues to sing You will close your eyes, you will rest on my heart, waiting for the sweet night. While you will sleep, while you will dream, I will watch over you. I close my eyes and listen to my Mama's beautiful voice

I twirled around in excitement and started singing: "It's the Mordecai clubhouse Come inside, it's fun inside It's the Mordecai clubhouse Of his children! One boy has been added Who else wants in? Ten more children to be born Oh come all into his club M-O-R-D-E and then add a C-A-I!" I don't even know why I was singing that song. "He did it!" I swapped to Dora's. "He did it, he did it, ye… Aaaaah!" I screamed as he ran out of the bathroom suddenly. I took off immediately, running for my dear life. "Stop running, let me kill you!"

My voice was low and sweet as I sang the lullaby my mother used to hum to me when I was small. 🎵 “Stars above, light the sky, Little love, don’t you cry... Dreams will come, dreams will stay, Mommy’s here to keep fears away.” 🎵 Kael gurgled in my arms. His little hand kept twitching as if he were trying to mimic the rhythm. Lyra reached up and tugged softly at my nose, then giggled. I laughed. Just then, the door opened. I looked up and there stood Sophia, carrying a stuffed lamb with a little bell around its neck.

For the first time in days, they felt a flicker of something like safety. That night, as they huddled around the flames, Lyra began to sing. It was not a song of defiance or joy, but a lullaby. A simple, ancient melody about the moon watching over sleeping children. Her voice was soft and clear, weaving through the broken stones, a thread of peace in a world of chaos. Kael listened, his eyes closed, a faint smile on his face. “The stones are listening,” he murmured. “They like her song.”

Though he looked more alive, his facial expression remained cold like usual. The sun was shining brightly from the sky, the light radiated gently touching every exposed part of his ice pale skin. Giving warmth and color to his complexion. Renee was humming a song their mother used to sing to them before they were going to bed. It was called "Little Red Dove" a lullaby she composed herself for the children. It told the story of a mother dove who had a red feathered baby dove. One of her favorite song.