Mother Gothel Novels & Stories

A sharp ringing in the middle child’s ears that dropped him to his knees just beyond the threshold. By the third attempt, they stopped trying. At night, the hut breathed. The eldest lay awake, listening to the slow expansion and contraction of the walls. His anger had sharpened into focus. He no longer cried for his mother. He blamed her. Whatever had followed her into death now lived with them — and he would not kneel to it. The middle child listened differently. He heard words between the breaths of the house — fragments, instructions, names spoken without sound. When he closed his eyes, he saw paths branching endlessly, some ending in blood, some in silence, none in safety.

"That house is a corpse, Veronica. And you? You are the lightning that’s going to strike it. You aren't going in there to be a wife. You’re going in there to be the last thing they ever see before the lights go out. Be brave for the woman you were in that basement—she’s the only one watching you today." The car came to a smooth halt. The driver opened my door, and the damp, stale air of the Hudson grounds rushed in. I stepped out, the heels of my designer pumps sinking slightly into the gravel. I took a breath, feeling the weight of the diamonds at my throat, and straightened my spine. I wasn't Veronica Hudson. I was a Romanov shadow. I didn't knock. I pushed the heavy oak doors open with a

Everytime she wanted to let it go but remember how her mother had died, her heart would ache. “Dad… you have to wake up. I don’t know if I’m strong enough to carry on any longer.” A knock came once at the door, and it opened. There she was, Gwen Moretti. The stepmother Aria had always despised, the woman who had made her life a living hell. Cold air flushed in the room. Gwen walked in gracefully, swinging her hips like she owned the building. A smirk tugged at her face, eyes wide like a predator circling his prey.

I greet calmly. “Hi, daughter,” My mother responds with the same energy without her eyes leaving the document she is holding. “Do you feel great being back home after five years?” Great? Bite your tongue. I gawk at my mother, my gaze travelling from her head to her toes. The averagely old look lady now looks exactly like the name. ‘Hell Morgathor’. A powerful name worn by a lady, like a crown. A crown full of thorns. I grew up understanding that my family is a war that never ends; we are all threats to each other.

It wasn't black. It was a holographic recorder. I touched it, and the image of my mother, High Queen Elena, flickered to life. She wasn't at the Spire. She was standing on the bridge of the "World-Eater," her white-gold eyes filled with a terrifying, motherly pride.

“Follow this passage to its end. There is a small door. Outside it is Mirror Lake. Go into the water. There is a current at the bottom that runs down to the mortal world.” My mother looked at her and forced her voice out, like a rusted hinge. “Why?” “Because when my daughter died, there was no one beside her.” The tears slid down Iole’s face without a sound. “At least your daughter died in your arms. At least you could hold her.” My mother wept. It was the first time she had wept since they put her in that place. Iole took her arm and walked her, step by step, down the long passage. My mother’s legs would not answer her; every step was like walking on a blade. They went on so long that she b

Mom raises me and my brother, Cameron Joyner, by herself after she gets a divorce. Cameron was born with congenital asthma and has to take medication every day. Although I'm healthier, Mom treats me better than Cameron. She always says, "You're the apple of my eye, Cassie. I don't want you to feel troubled because of Cam." From the very beginning of my life, I've always been number one in Mom's heart. However, the year I turn 15, Cameron suddenly disappears. Mom completely changes after he goes missing.

"And my mother… was Samantha Horhetha Elvalour..the first She-Mafia. I fear no man born of a woman." My heels clicked against the stone as I walked away, every step tearing into the silence like a promise.

Gunner cut in, “Yes, the Ethereal Plane. Turns out, I have been there hundreds of times. She has been watching over me all my life, taking care of me. She raised me Gunner. She took my memories so that I wouldn’t be hurt by not being with her, or something like that, but then she gave them back to me again” I spoke excitedly as I peered up at him. “You’ve lost me again” he mumbled and rubbed his eyes. “Selene, the Moon Goddess, she’s my mother. She has been with me all my life” I said slowly, watching his face twitch as my words seeped into his ears. He nodded his head slowly and I continued,

“Grandma missed you so much.” Xiao Hui cheerfully replied, “Xiao Hui missed grandma too.” For Xiao Hui, Mother Mo was a mother figure. She was the only female who was by his side from when he was a child. Even though Old Madam Mo (Shen Yuluo, Old Master Mo’s wife) was also there, but according to his family, she was very sick and cannot speak to him as of now. So, he only got the motherly love from Mother Mo.