Motherly Instinct Novels & Stories

“Please, if you want us to fight, then so be it. Goddess knows I’m willing. But not when my kids are here. I would only fight you on one if you agree to this term.” Natalie’s eyes shifted to where the kid’s nursery was as her smirk faded. A flicker of hatred shimmered in her eyes before it was gone, replaced by cruel playfulness. “Oh, those crimson bastards. I sometimes forget you, and that betrayer I once loved had made foolish offspring. Though I understand your motherly instinct. I am a mother.” What? “You’re a mother?” “Don’t be surprised, Pyra. I am a mother, and that motherly instinct has grown inside of me. Though you kil

"Open your eyes. We need you." Justice blankets me and our baby with warmth to protect us from whatever is happening outside my mind. Everything else fades away. I sense another surge of pain. My pack members howl in agony. A piece of me wants to feel it. The distant part of me that craves the feeling of pain and destruction tries to push through. The maternal instinct to protect my baby is stronger. I push everything away and keep her safe from it all. Safe with Justice and me in the darkness enveloping us. It doesn't matter how long we will be there. I have her and she has me and Justice. Nothing else matters.

He stated, his tone devoid of sentiment, "I'm not saying that everyone should be measured by the same scale, but I can not conceal the truth from you." He continued, his words cutting through the air like a bitter wind, "The baby growing within her womb is like a ticking time bomb. It has lost track of time and is desperately trying to survive. There's nothing we can do, If it feels unsafe within the very womb it resides in, the same mother it shares breath with, surviving off her blood, and does not hesitate to kill her if it deems it necessary. What's even more distressing is that amidst the tumultuous awakening of its werewolf instincts at such an early stage, it may not even recognize i

Even if it was a deception, it was a gentle one. As the pounding on my door continues, the urge to switch to my bestial form and curl up around my egg is so overwhelmingly strong that my bones ache with the need to protect the last of my babies. But if I do that, if I become the nesting mother, I lose my ability to keep her safe from the monsters lurking in the hall, at least in part. A broody mother can't help it. We become pure instinct. And it's those instincts now which are telling me to hide my little miracle, to keep her from being discovered as the heavy door opens and Rakasah enters, trailed by two initiates still fresh enough that their tattoos of devotion to the sacred void have ye

The thought of having a whole living being growing inside of me was overwhelming enough and now that it kicked, well the emotion only doubled. Instinctively, I wrapped my hand around my tummy in a protective way, the motherly instinct to protect the child at any cost taking over my thoughts. It's crazy how you just feel the need to protect someone you haven't even met yet. How you are willing to give your life just to save theirs when you have no idea how they even look? This is something I still couldn't grasp but embraced the feeling anyway. The bond between a mother and her child is beyond mere explanation.

There is no ego, no desire to win and no fear to lose. After that divine love making my mom started to mother me. She started to kiss me like her baby and lovingly gathered me towards her and offered her breasts to me. There was hardly any milk in it but I started sucking her like a baby she was caressing my back and planting kisses over my head. Her maternal instincts had taken over now and I soon fell asleep in her loving arms. But every time we did not make love like this. Sometimes it was wild and on other occasions it was passionate.

"The question is… do you want that child? Are you ready to become a mother?" A strangled chuckle escaped me. "Are you kidding me?! I would be a terrible mother! I never had a mother! My foster parents divorced right after they adopted me! How can I possibly know anything about raising a child?!" She shrugged. "Well, they say that it comes naturally. It's an instinct." I blinked. "Would you like to become a mother?" "Hell no!" She snorted. "Like I said, most women have that instinct, but I was clearly born without one. You, on the other hand, have everything to become a great mother."

"Always slightly wrong. I kept explaining it away." "Because you'd been taught your whole life that the sensation wasn't real," she says. "Your mother couldn't tell you what you were. She couldn't explain the ability without explaining the bloodline. So you grew up with this capacity and no framework for it and you learned to override it." The tea is warm in my hands and the room is quiet and I am sitting with the realization that the thing I've been fighting my whole life, the instinct I've been talking myself out of, was never wrong.

His breath reeked of corruption, and his eyes held no recognition. "Our child," I whispered. "Feel our child." For a moment, confusion flickered. His hand moved toward my belly, almost gentle. Then the moon pulsed, and gentleness became violence. His claw tore through my dress, drawing blood. Not deep, but enough to wake something primal in me. Something that had been sleeping since I became pregnant. *Protect the young.* The thought wasn't mine. It was older, deeper. The First Mother's instinct. Power erupted from me – not goddess fire but something else. My back arched and split as wings burst forth. Not feathered but made of solidified moonlight, silver and sharp as razors.

“I will raise him as a Hills and not as a Hoisten. And if that day ever comes, he will have to walk over my dead body before he lays a finger on my child.” I looked at Clarissa, my gaze hardening so much that the strength I had forgotten I possessed started rising within me. Clarissa swallowed hard, and for a moment I could see something like fear flashing across her face. “I’m sorry.” I lowered my gaze, pulling back as I tried to calm myself. “I was just…” “It’s fine.” She smiled gently. “I think that’s called a mother’s instinct.” “And you weren’t the only one speaking just now. I could hear your wolf too.”