Mother Of Luffy Novels & Stories

Luna Wolf or not, I was still an outsider who had lied about her identity. "That's ridiculous," Oliver stepped forward, his young face fierce with loyalty. "My mother would never—" "Your mother?" Carter's laugh was cruel. "Do you even know who your mother really is? Selena Hall, not Sylvie. A Luna Wolf who abandoned her pack, who hid among humans for seventeen years. How many other lies has she told you, young Oliver?" I saw the words hit my son like physical blows. The hurt and confusion in his eyes made my heart ache. "Oliver—"

Leila held Bluey’s arm, dragging her upstairs, but the voice of a middle aged woman made them halt on their track. “ Where do you think you're going?” The angry voice of the middle aged woman, made adrenaline rush through Leila’s body as she turned slowly. “ M….mother.” she forced a smile. “ Save it, barren woman! Where is my son?” Old Luna Rossa sneered. “ What? Barren woman?” Bluey flared up as she turned around to face Old Luna Rossa. “ Yes, what is she if she isn't barren?” Luna Rossa asked, glaring at Bluey.

"Welcome, child. I am Arianna Blackwood, Ryder's mother, and the matriarch of this family." Arianna Blackwood stood before Emilia, exuding a quiet strength that belied her age. Her silver hair cascaded gracefully around her shoulders, framing a face weathered by wisdom and experience. Her eyes, a striking shade of steel-blue, held a depth that seemed to unravel the secrets of time itself.

Hikari said. “Who is her mother?” I asked. “Overlord didn’t tell me. He is with luna who is still unconscious and Lucella and your beta are also with her. So don’t worry and concentrate on healing yourself, ok?” Hikari said, and I nodded. “Luna resembles someone we know, Mor. What if she is her mother?” Hikari said, and I glared at him. “She can never be…” At that point, I stopped and asked myself — what if ‘she’ is Zeve’s mother?

You know, even if I came from mortal world, I could only use three language, which are Japanese, English, and Filipino language. I stopped running when I saw a woman with a very tender round face, with narrow eyes and a sharp nose, with little shoulder-length hair and brown in color, she was also wearing pure white dress, to sum up, she only looks ten years old, but don't be decieved by her looks, because she's actually 500 plus years old. She's Mother Aurelia, the Fantasian that raised us with full of good maners.

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.

"Aren't you a sweet little girl? You have the heart of an angel. Your presence is enough. Looking at you has helped me a lot." Lacie looked confused by my mother's words, but she just nodded. Meanwhile, I saw Edna and my mom's two maids watching their interaction with glassy eyes. "May I see your hand?" Lacie extended her short, chubby hand, and my mom touched her pulse, closing her eyes. My mom has the ability to get information about a person just by having skin contact with them. That ability really came in handy when she was A Luna and made my father's tasks a lot easier.

Instead Lunaya, Lupus and the small woman were all looking down at me with worried expressions. “Are you aright darling?” Lunaya blurted out and rushed to help me steady my feet. Lunaya, my mother. If you can even call her that. She's just the bitch that shat me out. I have no mother. I have lived without one my entire life, why change that now. “Get away from me” I growled and slashed at her arm with my claws. She yelped in surprise and jumped back away from me. Lupus was quick to drag her behind his large protective frame, where the small woman fussed over the fresh wounds on her forearm.

And in the center, a woman in silver silk. Luna Mother. Kieran’s mother. Her eyes were Kieran’s ice-blue. Her hair was silver. Her smile was a knife. She looked at me in Kieran’s arms, at my hoodie, at my stomach. And she laughed. “Son,” she called, voice carrying. “You brought home a stray. And you got it pregnant.” The pack murmured. Disgust. Hatred. Kieran set me on my feet but kept his arm around my waist. Claiming. In front of everyone.

"I'm the former Luna— Damon's mother." The Former Luna? I swallowed hard, unsure of what to say. This woman, the highest ranking female in the pack, was standing before me with kindness in her eyes. And then, there is also this motherly energy from her that I have never experienced before which my heart pulled towards. "You don't have to be afraid," She continued, as if sensing my wariness and hesitancy to speak. "Damon is… struggling. He has waited too long for his mate. He doesn't know how to handle this."