Mother's Warmth Diablo 4 Novels & Stories

Her mother searched for her through the crowd while she watched in amusement, she rushed down immediately, pushing through the crowds and to her mother who she hadn’t seen in a while. Barb Goodman, who had been searching for her daughter saw her approaching with open hands trying to initiate a hug. She opened her hands immediately and pulled her daughter into a warm embrace, Arlene pulled away a bit, and her mum patted her fluttering hair to the side and tucked them at the back of her ear. Barb took her daughters handbag and swung it on her shoulder while they walked towards the car.

“Mother, I do not want to kill you, I need your help, I need to get revenge on the people who took everything away from me. I can’t do it alone, that’s why I came back here to get you, my aunts, and some of the most powerful witches to help me fight this war. If I win this war I can return all of you back to the Meadow where you belong.” Urrale said as she walked to her mother and placed her hands on her mothers cheeks hoping she would feel something. Her mother just threw her head back and laughed.

“... but I’m not sure if I’ll ever be okay.” My mother’s eyes softened. She gathered me in her arms, rocking me back and forth. “I know it may not feel like it right now,” she muttered, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. “But we will heal together, my darling daughter.” She brushed her lips against my forehead in a feather-like kiss. “We are all here for you, always.” Her eyes drifted between everyone in the room. Maternal warmth and love only a mother could provide at such a vulnerable moment consumed me.

Daimon’s eyes widened in shock and fury as he turned to face his mother. “You... you’re helping them?” He growled, his fists clenching with uncontainable rage. “I am your son! I deserve your loyalty, your power. Why are you standing with them?” His mother’s expression was unwavering, her face a picture of deep sorrow. “Because, Daimon, I cannot stand by and watch you destroy everything. You have gone too far. Even a mother has her limits” Daimon’s fury boiled over, his eyes glowing with dark energy.

Tanks POV "Abijah, my dear sweet friend, I'm so, so sorry I didn't protect you, from that Goddess forsaken Beta!" Her hands are so cold, when they used to be so warm, I kiss her knuckles and feel her grip my hand, good that means she's getting stronger. "Mother please heal my friend!" I instantly can hear her bones cracking and healing themselves, her skin stretching over scars and her hair growing back. Her heart beats much better and I hear a rushing of blood flowing through her veins.

I can feel it, as if he’s a part of me. The Moon Goddess will never do this to her children. She has given us powers so that we can be strong and build together. Umbra’s powers for his cult are making them become destructible towards themselves. I hear footsteps approaching, my heart pounding in my chest. I can recognize the familiar scent of my mother, even from a distance. She's here. My breath catches in my throat as she steps through the doorway, Theon by her side. What is she doing here? I feel a swirl of emotions, a mix of pain, betrayal, and guilt.

I mused, my gaze fixed on the mesmerizing dance of the flames. The lines etched deep on Mother Tanna's face softened, revealing the wisdom she had gained from a lifetime of experiences. She reached out and placed a comforting hand on mine, her touch grounding me in the safety of her presence. "My dear, a mother's love is a divine gift, a sacred bond that transcends the realm of reason," she began, her voice holding the weight of countless untold stories. "It is an instinctual force, one that pushes us to protect and nurture our children with an unparalleled fervor."

He looks ancient, vast with its wings folded behind his back like a memory of war. An Ancient Dragon Lord. And beside him... My mother. Alive and changed. She looks at me. Her eyes glowing and her smile unreadable. “Hello, Rhea,” she says. “Have you missed your mother dearest?”

Peace and love wash over me and I feel Regina vibrate with joy. My mother looks at me, “Avery, my dear sweet Avery, it is time you know the truth. You were a gift to us by the gods themselves. You are The Mother Of Dragons, because the blood of Tiamat flows within you, and her spirit resides in Regina. Your abilities will surface as you accept who and what you are, and draw strength from your mate bonds. We need you to bring the storm, to ensure that dragons survive the coming mass extinction.” As she said that, I felt a hand grab me. I turned, “Cassius!”

Boom The goddess knows how to make life easy for me, he gifted her as my mate. I smirked, walking towards my mother, crouching beside her, my face covered with satisfaction that finally I could get the blood for her. If it takes me to drill every blood from her just for my mother to be held again I will do that without battering. "Mother," I called softly, yet with a quiet force in my voice, "you will be healed soon. I swear it."