Mother Of Goddess Novels & Stories

Allorah explained with a sad smile, “But for him, I would exchange my life. Just to save him. His worth it.” Mother Goddess watches her. As she looked at the man in the fountain with warm eyes. “Is he the one you received name?” Mother Goddess asked. “Yes,” Allorah said, looking at Mother Goddess. “Come, child,” Mother Goddess offered. They both walked away. Towards another large fountain. Moving her hand, Mother Goddess made a swirl. The clear water glimmer like it had sparkles suddenly change into a crimson red. Dabbing it. She turns to Allorah. A smile played on her lips.

Lilian stubbornly retorted, “She was carrying my son’s child! Of course, we’ve seen her! How could we not?!” The comment section unleashed another wave of attacks. [What, is her daughter actually a man or something? Because that’s the only way ‘seeing her’ would change anyone’s mind. What nonsense!] [The mother is just as bad as the daughter because she raised her!] I clenched my fists until my knuckles turned white. "I told you already! My daughter could never abandon a baby!" Lilian raised her voice and responded, "Fine! Since you still won’t admit it, I’m bringing out the third piece of evidence!

he rasped. Her gaze softened, the sharpness of command melting into something warmer. “Hush now,” she murmured, moving to his side. She knelt with elegant ease, placing her palms gently against his temples. Silver light flowed from her hands in soft, graceful ribbons, winding their way through his veins like moonlight chasing shadows. The black venom hissed as her magic touched it, retreating like darkness before dawn. The healers looked on in stunned silence. “She’s… the Matriarch,” someone whispered reverently. “The head of the Moon Readers.”

And she needed to hear it. “There’s more,” I continued. “Lysandra… Hera is not your real mother. She stole you. She took you from your real mother.” “And who is my real mother then?” She cut me off sharply, as though irritated. I hesitated, then swallowed hard. “We share the same mother,” I whispered. “The moon goddess.” For a long moment, she didn’t speak. She didn’t blink. She didn’t even seem to breathe. Then, slowly, she pulled her fingers out of mine.

Sweat trickles down my back, and suspicion fills my mind. “I don’t know. She was affected by it, she didn’t want to talk about it, because it was really…” “Mars, I’m pretty sure the moon goddess is the shadow god’s mother. I’ve read and researched about this a lot. Not just now, but before he even showed up here. I don’t know why whoever told you about it left out that part, but if you see them gain, ask who the mother is, or you can ask your mate himself.” He puts one hand on my shoulder. “I’m gonna go get the drinks from King and get one for myself. Stay put until I get back, don’t want you mistakenly falling into the river again.”

"Is it true, then? About my mom?" "I wasn't told much, honestly." Nox claimed. "Before I realized it, she pulled me out of the vessel and appeared within a broken temple." "She? Mom did that?" Myra asked, confused. Nox chuckled again. "No. The woman that created us. A Goddess." "A Goddess..." Myra said breathlessly as she sat back in her seat. "Wow." "Wow, indeed." Nox agreed. "Unfortunately, I could not stay with your mother anymore, and was sent back to your father."

Each word cut through my chest like a knife. I stayed beside Xavier’s bed, watching his pale face. His eyes were tightly shut, and dried tear tracks still clung to his lashes. My child should have been born into privilege and glory. Instead, because of my choices, he had suffered this. Dad entered the room and draped a black velvet shawl over my shoulders. “Get changed. From this day on, you’re no longer James’s wife. You’re this family’s Donna and the future Godmother of the mafia families.”

Mother always said she was a goddess, the goddess of hunting and wild nature and even the tradition that stopped females from fighting could never stop her because she was a fighter and she would always fight whatever stood in her way of living her dream. "She is the goddess of hunting and wild nature, Artemis. Some also call her the advocate of females." I smiled sadly. Not only did Imelda remind me of Celeste, she made me think about my mother for the first time in a long time. "Artemis….." she whispered, biting her lips and at that moment, her lips looked very inviting and I wanted nothing more but to kiss her. "Would you be mad at me if I kissed you right now?" I asked and she bit her li

she let out a huff while the others hummed in agreement and added in a few words. "He also told me that he is ready for babes and wants me to carry them," I continued, finding it comforting to be able to speak to this group of women who made me feel giddy and excited about what was happening. "What?!" "This is insanity!" "That is the most romantic thing I have ever heard." "What type of sad life do you live, Naomi, for such words to seem so romantic to you?" "She has probably only laid with pigs." "Lady Aphrodite is going to be a mother, the mother of Master Abigor's children. Can you imagine how beautiful their children will be?"

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,