Mother Gothel Old Lady Novels & Stories

Their compound was a round one, with two buildings facing each other. Well, she was an independent woman and she had never once cried to anyone for help. But if it hadn't been Mrs. Gretchen, the oldest woman in the clan, she would have been cooked to death by her mother and sister. "What are you still doing sweetie, come downstairs, come greet our guest." She knew who it was. Whenever he needed her and visited, her mother would be the nicest she had ever seen but when he was gone.. the woman would turn vile.

She hadn't forgot to get Ella's belongings when she leave from the spa. She dialled series of numbers again using Ella’s phone this time. The call went through and she put it onto a loud speaker mode. “Ella, am I imagining things now?” Came an old lady’s voice rang out through the other end of the line. It belongs to the old witch Anna Winchister. Starring at her man, she smiled and threw a seductive wink at him and responded in a spoiled tone, “Mother... my dearest mother, I heard you’re disposing something that we had kept for a long time? Are you not going to regret it?”

George scolded his mother, as he resembled the old hag who doubted the man’s words earlier. The elderly woman let out a gasp, as though she couldn’t fathom the words that had just escaped her son’s lips. Her gaze traveled from Livia’s head down to her toes, as if trying to make sense of it all. Livia responded by rolling her eyes. Livia clenched her jaw. The old woman gazed at her with a critical eye, as if she were scrutinizing her appearance from top to bottom. Livia’s fist tightened. “I don’t have time for this,” she grumbled, attempting to go, but the old hag’s screw in the head seemed lost.

"Grandma, don't get out of the car. If there is something dirty, don't let it hurt you." "How can there be dirty things in broad daylight?" Although the old lady was old, she had always been an atheist and did not believe in those messy things. "... But I feel something grabbing my feet. I can't move now." Natalie was really scared. She didn't even dare to look down, for fear of seeing something horrible. "I told you that you usually like to watch movies that talk nonsense," the old lady said as she walked toward her. Although she didn't like it, her pace was indeed very fast.

Twenty years ago. “Child, it was never your destiny to wield the power” the older woman spoke softly as she sat across from me in the library in a big armchair. I was sitting on the floor with the book of my lineage in my lap. Elder Maxine is a Prophet. She basically raised me after my parents were murdered by hunters when I was nine. She has taught me everything there is to know about Were-kind and my history. Though it seems she has gotten crazier in her older years, always muttering about ‘the turn of the tides’ and ‘the evil one comes’. She is quite fascinating to sit and listen to. I've never met an Elder as old as she is. But I've also never been out of Alaska.

“You have deprived me of the privilege of having such a beautiful daughter-in-law. So many shopping trips and spa visits gone. Look at how beautiful she is.” Alice stood at the side, twitching her fingers. “Alice, it is a pleasure to meet you. I am Mrs Osborne, and I’ve wanted to meet you for the longest time.” “Um, hello. I'm so sorry that this isn't an ideal meeting,” she said, bowing again. “Child, do not bow at me again. I am still a young woman and not a 500-year-old sculpture. You can call me Mother or just call me Greta—whichever you prefer.”

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.

Why did the person inside refer to Agatha as Mum? Agatha is a mother?

explained the old woman with her hair tied up. "By the way Peter, is the Black Emperor still in the meeting hall? Facing his despicable subordinates made me forget my original purpose for going to the meeting hall. I hope the great, wise, and very caring Black Emperor is not influenced by his despicable subordinates," praised Galela, singing the praises of the Black Emperor while disparaging Illarion Black. Unbeknownst to the old woman, they are the same person. "Mom? Are you kidding me?" Peter couldn't tell if his mother was joking or serious. 'Maybe she's starting to show signs of dementia. Thank goodness the Black Emperor is willing to understand her.'

"Bad call." Everyone had guns on everyone. One twitch and they'd all die. Celeste lowered hers. "Stop. All of you. This is exactly what they want." "Smart girl," a new voice said. Everyone turned. An old woman stood in the doorway. Gray hair, sharp eyes. Celeste knew her from photos. From her mother's journals. "Grandmother?" The woman smiled. "Hello, child. Been a long time." "You're dead. I died when I was five."