Mother's Warmth Diablo 4 소설 & 이야기

Diablo: “You went ahead and chose her over your own mother.” Mom said, raising an eyebrow on me. “You chose a woman who would not have hesitated to let you go, who would not have hesitated to just drop everything that the two of you have for a simple argument over your mother.”

I said back. I got up, stretched my back and winced in pain, she did not hold back one bit, “you’re always hurting my baby” mom said to Aunt Taylor as she came to me, for a second I had forgotten that my mother was a healer, she quickly patched me up, making me sigh in relief, “thanks mom” I said kissing her on the cheek. One thing that makes my mother and I different from every other wolf out there is that we are the last descendants of the moon goddess. Her bloodline gives us extra abilities, my mom can heal and I, well, I catch fire when I'm mad and I have a temper just as hot.

The instant my skin touched it, warmth rushed through me — and the air shimmered. A vision unfurled. The chamber filled with light and sound. I saw figures moving around the dais, cloaked in silver, chanting in a tongue I didn’t know but somehow understood. My mother stood at the center, hair wild, her hands glowing with power. Beside her — Vale. He looked the same as he did now. Ageless. Torn between duty and sorrow. “Hold the line,” my mother said, voice steady but trembling. “If the Gate opens, it will not stop with us.”

It hummed, flaming embers falling. Rhea knelt, weak. Aaron clutched my leg. Father’s voice whispered in my mind: Trust him. He hadn’t returned. I curled the sword in my bleeding hand and rose. “He took... him?” I said. Damien’s grin was patient. “Yes.” Behind me, Mother collapsed backwards, eyes glowing gold. My mother, a believer in the Flame. Betrayer. I spun. “Mother, what have you done?” Mother whispered as darkness swallowed the realm again:

my mother's voice is a whisper away from sounding hysterical. Blazes grasp tightens around my body, “It seems that the Moon Goddess has chosen her side and is a firm believer in fate.” With a low growl, he advances toward my mother, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly intensity. I shudder as a chill runs down my spine, feeling as though I am caught in the midst of a supernatural battle beyond my comprehension.

That right there was good shit. Her eyes looked around at everyone and relaxed some because she felt that we were not a threat to her. Oh, if only the bitch knew the lengths that I would to for my mate. Perhaps it was time to give her a little taste of her own medicine. “We are going to talk. Your ability to speak the truth will be what determines what will happen next,” her mother said coldly. Solana was taken aback by the hostility in her mother’s voice. I flipped my gift on because it might be helpful right now. I grabbed my mate’s hand for moral support but also so that I could share my gift with her if she wanted to see it.

Not of me, but of her. “Luna, we…” “I said give her to me!” The woman obeyed, placing me into her arms, and the moment I touched her chest, I stopped screaming. Her skin was warm. Her scent was the first thing that calmed me. I could feel her heartbeat. I could feel... love, it was real, warm and cozy. I wanted to stay there forever. “She’s not cursed,” my mother said softly, staring at me like I was a puzzle she’d already solved.

She was more than perfection, I thought. "I'm sorry for being late. I wanted to look my best," she said, and I nodded. I was upset about the lateness, but as soon as she apologized, the anger I felt cooled down. It had been a long time since I felt this way about someone, except her mother. I loved her mother, but her mother made a mistake by falling for my brother. All she ever wanted was to bring out the good in him, but he was born to be a bastard. He fucking killed her, and now I was slowly falling for Lana's daughter. Lana was very kind; it was as if heaven created her with candy. She always saw the good in people, even if they were monsters.

Gaby remained in the background. When I said, "I see you back," Fabian's dad responded, "Yes, I am." I then asked, "Why did you come back, no one wants you here." According to Fabian's mother, the fact that he brought me back suggests that he does want me here. She is my mate, and she belongs by my side, I said, so leave her alone. "What about that bastard of a pup that Gaby is holding. You're accepting it too even though it isn't yours," Fabian questioned. Keep him out of this, please, he hasn't done anything to you, his father pleaded. The Moon Goddess said, "And what did I tell you both not so long ago" I turned and walked up to her and hugged her; she smiled and placed a soft kiss on my

“Yes, on my mother's mother's side. He turned in his chair and pushed up his shirtsleeve to show off the tattoo on his chest. another arm. It was his own totem pole, done in the Aboriginal art style, showing the skeleton and internal organs. She looked down at her arm, then reached out to follow the features. - A eagle? — Sea eagle. The woman's soft touch sent a thrill through Damien's body, reminding him of the intimacy they had shared, and he shuddered. She pushed back her hand and focused on his face. “A Chinese dragon on an arm. The Chinese grandmother. You were born in the year of the dragon, weren't you? He nodded, cracking a smile. No one would ever say that Theresa is a