Mother Gothel Novels & Stories

As she thought about these things Goyre smiled to herself. ********* In Mount Kpamos Helena was on the floor of the dungeon in Robos’ temple. She was on her knees and her hands were chained to the walls and her body was aching and shaking violently. She was almost naked, her tunic was falling away from her shoulders because Robos had ripped them in his anger. She knew he was going to come back to punish her for her betrayal but all she could think about was how her children were doing. She didn’t care if she lost her life, she would readily lose her life to save her children’s and that was the reason she was in Robos’ dungeon in the first place. He demanded to know the whereabouts of her chi

“What is it, Mother?” Rona shook her head and pressed her spread fingers against her forehead. “It won’t be easy for me to tell you any of this, daughter, but I fear I must.” The queen looked up and met Kit’s eyes. “Eliason Goedwig has been killed.” Kit’s hands flew over her mouth, her heart stopping for a long moment as she prayed it wasn’t so. Perhaps her mother was still under the impression that Eli had been murdered by her shoulders instead of a man of lesser consequence. Still, the possibility had her breath catching in her throat. Trying not to panic, she asked, “What... what do you mean?”

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.

I spoke to myself, my throat aching with every word, but it felt good to vent. “You are absolutely correct,” a woman agreed as she walked towards me. She was gorgeous, she was wearing a red halter top and floor length red and black skirt, her hair was braided over her shoulder framing her sharp features and her eyes which swirled pink and purple and were otherworldly. “Who are you?” I asked. “I am Hellebore, also known as Lazarus’s mother.” “You’re his mom? You look so young.” “Thanks dear, that’s immortality for you. Anyway, I came by to see how you are feeling. Do you need anything?”

If they were involved in a fight, this was certainly not the best way, and to think she looked so happy at the airport. Arlene was still deep in her thoughts when the car crashed into the sea and they began sinking, her mother closed her eyes signifying she had embraced death, while Arlene struggled to break free from the car. She wasn’t giving up yet without a fight; she tugged, kicked and pulled effortlessly till she had no strength left.

Agatha I met with Selene, the Moon Goddess. My mother kept a lot from me. My mother was not a mere witch. She was to be named the High Priestess of her coven. The Sisters of Eternity. Ophelia, the witch causing the war, is my aunt. She almost killed the other coven members so she can take their power, but my mother ran away. Ophelia wanted to merge their powers so they can have the power that could match that of a deity.

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

"You will not be the biggest shareholder any longer, my dear son. So, enjoy it while it lasts." In a haughty manner, Gunther arched his eyebrows at his mother. "And, why is that, Mom? Care to fucking explain?" "Because you are in love with somebody else, my dear son. You are in love with Carlyle's biological mother. I am sure of it because I have seen it in your eyes before. Hence, how will you prove to us that you are now in love with that woman your grandmother picked up on the streets for you to marry?" President Florence was grinning from ear to ear as she blatantly pointed her fingers in Agathe's direction. So, this was the kind of bomb she had prepared to exploit against her own son.

Allegra said moving away. Elena rose to her feet and followed after her. "I thought she was a hero, The good creator" "Was Elena, It's obvious she's evil now, we once heard rumors of her in the early 90s, one who was slaughtering through towns but we shrugged it off since we confirmed her death, the rumor died down and there was no news related to her ever since then" "So in summary Mother turned her into this villain?" "You don't get turned into a Villian except you want to be one yourself, she was once a Villian, a beast that terrorized the world until she gained control of her lust and became a Creator"

Alpha Galan stood in the heart of the ancient moonlit grave. He was still on his quest to find the wolf hunter who was a threat to his pack. As he stood, his powerful form was illuminated by the soft silver glow of Selene, the moon goddess; his mother. The air was thick with anticipation as he raised his head and let out a haunting howl, a call that echoed through the scared woods and reached the ears of his divine mother.