Mother Gothel Novels & Stories

I, Morrigan of Hymir, the current queen of the blessed lands of Hymir, hereby abstain from my position as the monarch and mother of the nation. For I have sinned a thousand unforgivable sins. My hands are tainted with the blood of innocents and thus haunt me from night and day.

I said with venom sipping out of my mouth. "Shut up! Do not call me sick, you bitch! Let me tell you how your amazing mother killed mine!" She took a deep breath before starting to speak again. I let her tell me as I was curious to know how mom got to be captive for almost twenty-five years. "There was a nice girl named Lilith. She could control the air, an air elemental. One day wandering alone through the forest, she wakes up here, in an unknown world. Scared to death, she runs till her legs give up and end up here, to the Black Moon Pack. Of course, this was not a coincidence. Fascinated by this world, she decided to remain here, only to fall in love with my father, the Alpha. They got ma

her mom concluded sighing before walking out. Gretel wished the moon goddess never pair her up with anyone,she always see her mom sobbing sometimes all because of her (mom)mate,which made her developed hatred for her father. *She kept thinking until she fell asleep* **The palace** *Lily POV* I chuckled as I saw winter tending to her not so recognizable face,Gael mate really did a great design on her face. She glared at me before speaking up"what do I owe the crown princess a great visit like this?she asked with sarcasm filled in her voice.

She sold her body to High Alpha Calloway! I will never acknowledge you as my mother! I only have one mother, and that is Cordelia, not an ugly, broken Omega like you! Elowen clutches the communicator so tightly the glass casing cracks beneath her fingernails. Pure, unadulterated hatred surges through her veins, her Omega wolf howling in lethal fury inside her chest. She unfolds the piece of paper, her mother's frail handwriting stretching across the page:

Cole could remember her whispering them to her, holding her tight, on the nights when—she realized with hindsight—she was waiting fearfully for her father to come home. Cole nodded helplessly. It was either that or burst into tears. Vomit her life story onto Mrs. Hart’s Jimmy Choos. Weirdly, she almost wanted to. For some reason, part of her was convinced Mrs. Crux would be really super nice about it. Her golden-hazel eyes were so full of warmth. “Cole,” Aiden’s voice sliced through the silence. “This is my mother, Gertrude Crux.” “Please, call me Trudy.”

His lips curl into a cruel smirk, revealing sharp fangs that glint in the darkness. Long, dark hair frames his face like a veil of shadows, cascading down his back in a tangled mass. His hands are adorned with claws, each one a deadly weapon capable of rending flesh with ease. “You ended the love of my life.” “Had you not become mates with her or stolen her from me, Gaya would still be alive." He said. I froze. Gaya was my mother's nam “All she left behind is a spitting image of her.” He said, turning to me. “I loved your mother dearly my dear, but she chose him over me.” “I believed there would be a chance to get her back one day, but they killed her.” I was too stunned to speak. If my moth

Elena was playing her game, and I would play mine. As I moved through the corridors, I thought of our mother. Queen Melody. The most powerful woman I had ever known. People called her a goddess incarnate, and perhaps they were right. But to me and Giovanni, she was simply Mother. The woman who had raised us, who had shaped us into the men we were today. We would fight the world for her. And we would certainly not allow some ambitious little girl to threaten her. By the time I reached the gardens, Elena was already deep in conversation with someone. I stayed in the shadows, my sharp ears picking up their hushed voices.

Malachi pleads his case when my mom stands up and moves towards him. “We can not manipulate a wolf into saying what isn’t true, Malachi. If what this woman has said under the alpha command without difficulty, then it is the truth. Who is she?” my mom asks and I smirk, knowing she already knows. “Sapphire Elisabeth Moore. You know the whore of Solar Eclipse, former spy here.” I say and my mom looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

“Elena Montreal.” “Don’t call me that,” Mom barked. “I haven’t been that person for a long time!” “The moon goddess is wonderful!” Marcella looked to the skies. Why did she call my Mom Elena Montreal? Mom’s name is Helena Campbell. “So these are your daughters? The bastards that got you kicked out of paradise, I see.” Mom forgot Estelle and I were there. She threw herself at Marcella and yanked at her hair. It took both Estelle and I to yank her off Marcella. Marcella stumbled to the door and hurried to fix her hair.

“Your mother’s ashes still lie in the forest outside the ruins of the old council. Maybe you should visit her sometime. Maybe she’ll answer your questions. If she can hear you from the pit of hell.” The door slammed shut behind her. I stood there in the silence she left behind, my body trembling, my mind blank. Selene Morwen. Witch. Mother. Burned alive. The name echoed through me like a curse. I pressed a hand to my chest, my heartbeat hammering so fast it hurt. Images I didn’t recognize flashed behind my eyes—fire, screams, the smell of smoke. A woman’s voice crying my name. A child reaching out, too late. My stomach turned. I stumbled back against the wall, the breath tearing out of me.