Mothers Warmth Part 2 Novels & Stories

“Please wake up, Baby. I’m right here. Your sisters are here. We all need you. Cason is scared as Hell and I bet he would love for you to give him some advice on how to calm down until we can figure out how to get back home.” I rock her and squeeze her tight. “Can someone get me a blanket? She’s too cold.” I open my eyes and see the six women still in the living room approach me. They position themselves so they are all close to her and carefully place their hands on her. They close their eyes and give a soft, mournful sound that is reminiscent of a howl, but more melodious. I wait for them to stop and catch a breath, but they don’t. Somehow, they’re able to keep the comforting sound going.

I panted, “I’ve never felt his cold.” She hit my head first then wrapped her arms around me and started using magic to warm me up. Honestly it was one of the best feelings in life, to find such warmth when you’re freezing to death. I took a breath of relief and sat down. Mother did the same as she continued the magic and I looked at the Nymphs doing their work. Maya was right by their side looking at the cradle they had created. It would be amusing for a human to see something like this.

No matter what happens. I turned to my mother, who stepped forward and enveloped me in a warm embrace. Her scent, wildflowers and earth, wrapped around me like a comforting blanket. "Be safe, my child," she whispered, her voice filled with unspoken worry. "Return to us unharmed, and know you are always in our hearts. I love you!"

“Then that’s enough for me. I’ll go, but only for you, my dear.” They sat in silence, holding each other as the sun began to rise, bathing the room in a soft, golden glow. Scarlett felt a pang of guilt, a desperate desire to keep her mother close, fighting against the voice that told her this was for the best. --- As they spent the next hour talking quietly about the past, about memories of Scarlett’s childhood, a weight settled in Scarlett’s chest. Her mother’s strength and warmth shone through each story, reminding her of all the love and comfort she had given her, even when their lives hadn’t been easy.

My mother said as I could see the little spark of crazy in her eyes as she stood up. She reached across the table, her fingers brushing against my cheek in a gentle caress. The touch was delicate, almost tender but it did little to ease the chill that had settled in my bones. There was something deeply unsettling in the way her voice, moments before so cold and sharp, shifted into a soft, motherly lilt. The contrast was jarring.

"No need to be Riley, I understand how you feel but I have to take caution and put good measures on the place before we can gain victory. Relax and don't rush things. I promise I will give you the revenge you seek for your dad and family, Okay?" "Hmm..." she mumbled, nodding in response as she went ahead dressing the wound. She was still on it when the door pushed open, drawing their attention to it. "Mum..." she exclaimed, rising from the bed as she was almost done dressing the wounds. She glided towards her mother, pulling her into a hug. "You're finally home. I missed you so much." "I missed you too dear," replied Rosita as they drew back from the hug. "Lionel," she uttered as she trolled

I went back into the mansion, turned around and found my mother-in-law standing next to the window. "Wow! You both kissed". She said, making kissing noises. "Don't tell me that, you were listening to our conversation?". I questioned her and as usual she agreed to have evesdrop on our conversation. "Obviously and don't you think it's strange that he'd kiss you,?". Mom started with her assumptions... "What do you mean; do you think that Tristan is suddenly getting back his memory?". I asked her this question and she was quick enough to agree to the fact that, he was slowly attaining his memory..

' Fae feeling the strangely familiar warmth from the woman unconciously blurted a question in her head as she stared, mezmerized by the womans beauty and attractiveness. "Your heart is tainted." Came the soft voice of a woman as it reached to hold her raised baby hands, its warmth enveloped the baby. "As dark as the cloudy night." Followed suit her speech as she now held her face on which began to emit warm glow. "Blocked by an ice." "Unable to melt." "Dont worry im here." "To guide you from here." "Beside you, ill give you warmth." "To ease the coldness beneath." The woman just keep mumbling on somethings as it held her like she was the most precious thing, and stared directly towards her e

I hurry back to the bed again and take my mother's hand. "Ma, wake up." I plead. "Ma, please wake up." She does not move. But... "Her hand is warmer." I say, hope a precious precarious thing in my voice. It is still nowhere near werewolf temperature but it is no longer cold as death anymore. "She is getting better." I say, my voice holding tentative happiness despite what is happening outside. No matter what it is, I know I can handle it, but I cannot lose my mother. Not like this.

When they saw that she had left, they hurriedly went over and tried to open the door but all to no avail. " Hey! What are you doing? Don't stay there." She shouted at them as she prepared the hot water. " I'm trying to boil some water. Why don't you just go inside and lie down?"She said while they ran over to where she was. " Aunty, will the hot water stop mommy from getting sick?" Ray asked and pouted while Kia hurriedly walked up to her. " Aunty, hope mommy will be fine?" She asked with looks that seemed as if she was about to cry.