Mother Gothel Novels & Stories

Zean explained while leaning against an iron pillar in that room. "Their mother?" Helga knitted her brow. "You mean, Helen's mother?" "Yes. Helen's mother was a very powerful woman in the underworld before she disappeared a few years ago. She left a very large legacy, not in the form of money, but rather information and network assets that could make anyone who possesses it become the new ruler," Zean said, his eyes staring straight toward the necklace still circling Helga's neck. Helga touched that silver pendant. There was a strange feeling stirring in her chest. Helen's mother, why did that name feel so close yet so far? She remembered her childhood, about how she was left behind with her

“Cowards. Parasites. Those who prey on the weak to feed their pathetic hunger for power. And you, Gothel… you are the worst of them.” Gothel let out a soft, twisted laugh, her eyes glinting with malice. She tilted the knife, pressing it deeper against Queen Adeline’s throat until a thin line of blood slid down her neck. The Queen whimpered, trembling violently in her captor’s hold. “And do you know who I hate the most in this world?” Gothel hissed, her tone dark. Her teeth clenched, her voice dripping with centuries of bitterness. “You. You heartless, useless moon goddess. When the world cries for you, when the people beg for your help, you do nothing!” Her voice cracked into a sharp, hatefu

He puts his head down as my mother stands putting a hand up to silence everyone so the proceedings can start. “Gamma Carl, you have disgraced your place of authority and done untold damage to your Mate. Going against the Goddess’ sacred bond is a crime on its own. To knowingly meet and sleep with the daughter of our Beta, knowing her plans and not coming forward holds in conspiracy. Do you have anything to say?” My mother holds court, she speaks with elegance and pride as she addresses him in front of our people. The battered and beaten man looks up at my mother, his eyes only just open from the swelling from uncle Haggen’s visits. Carl turns and looks at his family then back to my mother “W

The walls of the room shattered around me, flying towards the opposite direction. “Who the hell are you?” I snarled, terrified of the voice in my head. “I am Hela Morrígan! Goddess of death and rebirth. Your life was used to fulfill a prophecy, and we were reborn to bring about the great Armageddon,” she replied coldly, and goosebumps erupted across my skin. “I am a part of you as much as you are a part of me. Born from tears and fury, your willing heart would end the world so it would return healed of the differences that hunt your love.” She added.

SCARLETT I, Scarlett Hilary, never imagined betrayal could wear the face of the woman who gave me life. My mother, Maria, once draped in black mourning for my father, now wears a white lace as though grief can be erased with vows spoken too soon. She calls it love. I call it treachery.

She isn’t stupid enough not to see him working toward having Isolde back. Beth hesitates when she reaches the door, her palms growing sweaty. Her father would lose it if he saw her, but luckily for her, he isn’t present in the pack. Taking a deep breath, she opens the door. “Mom,” she calls, hastening forward. “Mom, where are you? I need to—” The world freezes at the sight before her. Her mother sits stiff, like a gun is pointed at her head. Before her sits Drogo, the ruthless rogue Alpha.

I said. Elena stopped. Not gradually. She just stopped, in the middle of the forest, and the column rippled to a halt around her, and she turned, and in the grey morning light between the trees her face had the expression of someone who has been carrying something heavy for so long that putting it down has become indistinguishable from dropping it. "My mother's," Elena said. "Maren Voss." The name sat in the cold air. "Your mother is connected to Gdansk," I said.

My mother sat in a cage with Lillith in her arms. “Luci,” she whispered, shaking her head. “Don’t bring her here,” she sniffed. “Don’t bring Uriel or it will be death,--” Zeus hit the cage with a bolt of lightning. The cage rattled, causing electricity to go up my mother’s body. Lillith screamed briefly at the intensity, but mother’s scream didn’t falter.

The elders got in the front and the girls in the back and the little guy was already asleep and he has a dead grip on my jacket not letting go, so I guess we're driving together. Once settled we drove to my penthouse. When we got to my penthouse, I could hear gasps coming from the kids, they were looking on awe making me smile at their innocent reactions. I turn of the car and we got out. I adjusted the little one in my arms and we make out way to the house getting into the elevator to the 24th floor where I live. I punched in my password and we make our way in. the kids ran in looking around the house. l laid the little guy on the couch. I saw that the oldest was standing in the balcony, yo

Her head fell down and her eyes closed with remnants of tears in her eyes. Gerthel wept so hard as she held her mother’s lifeless body in her arms. “Momma!!!” II Five years after, Gerthel grew up to be a full-blown lady of extraordinary beauty. However, no male either human or werewolf tried to come near her for fear or disgust. Since birth, she has never been close to any male or female species, except her human friend, Karla, who is the daughter of the spouses Tony and Laura, the only ones she trusted when it comes to their farm and plantation operations.