Motherly Pokemon Novels & Stories

my mother replies as if she in her right mind. Adam and Jack both swear their outrage at my mother’s reasoning. “The Moon Goddess does not give children to parents who will abuse them. Using Jenna for her powers is abuse,” Adam says coldly as he pulls me into his embrace. I can feel the tension rolling over him as he holds his wolf back. Jake, his wolf, wants to rip my mother apart.

Lionel nodded with a smile and they left for Rosita's ward. ROSITA'S WARD They got to Rosita's ward and Lionel slowly pushed the door open. Tears streamed down Riley's eyes on seeing how her mother lay unconscious on the bed. Lionel pushed her closer to her mother's bed. "Mum.." she called amidst tears as she neared her bed. She took her mother's hand into hers. "Your little girl is here mum...., can you hear me?" she uttered wiping the tears away from her eyes. "Do you know mum...Dad left us.." she replied sobbing.

We’ve been eating dinner almost a half hour now, and behaving was top on my que tonight. My mother had been stressed out, ever since I’ve been stressed as well, and I don’t want to cause her any more headaches. She’s going to be extremely busy working with Cyn, on her roles as Queen. Cyn really liked the idea because she could try and work her way to my mothers heart. Although, I think my mother will always hate her, but she saw fit what was right for The Kingdoms. My mother is thousands and thousands years old. She is the last female Nine-Tailed Fox. She is very powerful, but never even uses her powers and abilities. According to her, my father was her mate, but they never mates.

"You old bastard! That's for bullying my dad!" He was Nicky Yates, Caleb's five-year-old son, conceived via IVF after more than a dozen attempts. Emery's entire family treasured him like royalty and spoiled him rotten. I grabbed Nicky by the scruff of his neck, hoisted him up, and delivered a sharp smack to his butt. "If your father won't teach you basic manners, I'll gladly do it today!" Nicky wrapped his arms around my thigh and bit down hard. I grunted in pain and instinctively threw him off me.

Mitchell murmured. Daggy nodded, her throat too tight to speak. She could still see the look on Dynan's face when he'd caught Britty's scent. Werewolves couldn't hide bloodlines from each other, not when the bond between parent and child was written into their very DNA. "He knows she's his," Daggy whispered. "I saw it in his eyes, and the way his wolf reacted. He must have known and everything is going to fall apart." Mitchell was quiet for a long moment, her thumb rubbing circles on the back of Daggy's hand. "What are you going to do?"

“What were some of their powers?” I asked. Ares blinked. “Wait—powers? What do you mean powers?” “Well, Mom has powers,” I reminded him. Mom smiled. “I have the ability to calm people—to cool their emotions. My mother could read people’s intentions.” Ares turned to me. “And what about Aury? Besides snow camouflage?” he teased. I glared at him. If looks could kill. “Listen, just because you can tan doesn’t mean you’re all that different from me. Your hair is pale, your eyes are almost as light as mine.”

: 1 HP. :40 Exp. :(60/200) Stats Strength :7 Agility. :5 Endurance. :7 Stamina. :5 Mutation control level : 1 Mutation energy. :(100/100) Mod energy. :(100/100) Family No. : 0 Credits : 1,00,400 Condition. : poor eyesight Build. : thin Combat Strength :24 Skills learned. : None

Her dragon had always been very protective of me, even if I was considered a mistake. "He is an alpha; it is very well it could have happened. Adam is strong." Heat filled the room; my mother's dragon was coming forth. She was strong, maybe stronger than her Alpha mate. She was an orphan, and no one knew the true origin of her parents. Mother kept that part secret; she didn't want to cause rumors or doubt in her mate's tribe.

Mom is huge and since my father is her mate, he is a little bit bigger than she is. “My dad’s wolf, Orion, is slightly bigger than my mom. My brothers will be bigger, too.” I tell him and his eyes widen comically. “Her gifts? I know your mom has power, so I’m assuming Celeste does, too.” He asks, and I nod my head. “Yes, she, like my mom, can control any wolf, can read their thoughts and mind links. She also can use the surrounding elements.” I say and he hums as he writes, nodding his head.

“Or are you theirs to shape?” Sipho’s hands clenched. “Neither. They are their own. I will protect them.” The eldest stepped forward. “They’re not yours!” he shouted, voice cracking. “Go back where you came from!” The thing’s body convulsed, faces screaming silently. The forest seemed to sway, bending away as if the world itself feared the power rising in the glade. The middle child raised his hands, palms glowing faintly with the energy that had always called him, the youngest repeating the same, eyes fixed on the mound. Together, they formed a triangle, a boundary the monster could not cross without warning.