Oblivion Night Mother Novels & Stories

Lila looked up, her eyes wide with terror, her face streaked with tears and dirt. ​“Cassian! Winnie!” she cried out, reaching through the bars. “Watch out! Behind you!” ​I spun around just in time to see the "Mother" figure stepping out of the shadows. She wasn't pale and fragile anymore. Her skin was translucent, showing the dark, pulsing veins beneath. Her eyes were solid black, voids that threatened to pull the very soul out of my body. ​“The girl belongs to the Night,” the woman said, her voice a chorus of a thousand screams. “And the Night is coming for its own.”

“I have loved you dearly and I have watched over you all this time. Why can you not do the same? Why can you not show me the same love and dedication I showed you? Why are you so quick to replace me? did I Die for Nothing?’’ Her voice grew louder and echoed through the trees. "You will pay for your betrayal, for turning your back on your true mother. There is no escape, Alondra." My breath came in ragged gasps as I stumbled over roots and fallen branches, my body growing weaker with each passing moment. The forest seemed to twist and contort around me, morphing into a labyrinth designed to ensnare my very soul. Just as I felt my strength waver, my mother lunged forward, her hands stretched,

Each Guardian lit up, their spirits blooming into full radiance behind their eyes—Cheyenne’s glowing huntress, Isolde’s spectral twins, Chelsea’s storm-bound spirit, Nalia’s inferno halo, and Tora’s molten scale. They moved as one. Power surged. The sky dimmed. And the Mother screamed. The crystal prison cracked first with a hiss—then shattered in a pulse of dark magic so strong it sent Chelsea flying backward, landing hard with a cry. The Mother stepped through the dust cloud, glowing with stolen power, eyes now completely black. “You think you’ve come so far,” she sneered. “You still don’t understand what I am.” She snapped her fingers. The sky split open.

“You can begin when the words come to you. Morgan’s eyes locked on mine. At first, no words came to me until I felt him through our mindlink. “I can feel you and I know you know what to do” Just like that, the words poured from my soul like a song. I could hear the words clearly as I closed my eyes and began to say them. "Mother of Night" Keeper of Blood and Bone, Goddess of Moonlight who watches her children from above, I call to you…not as one, but as three Let this water be a testament to this day. Daughter of man, born of weakness, Child of witches, bred from magic,

“You wish. No, they come to me a lot, images of an older gal with reddish gray hair, all kinky and long, gotta lil gal with her, ‘bout half her size.” “You don’t say?” Porcius nodded. “They raised a woman from the dead last night.” August near to choked on his flask of wine. “What?” “Yeah, these two gals prayed and chanted over this big ol’ pupa thing, a cocoon, like a butterfly, and it burst open, oozing blood and guts . . . and out rolls this beautiful woman, pale and red haired . . . nicely built too.” “Wonder why you’d dream that?’

What was strange to her was, the strange guy was her boss and she was in love with him. On a dark and lonely night, a sudden bright light illuminates in the middle of the East road, after flickering a couple of times. And then, everything went dark again. Only the heavy breathing sound of the newly birthed Troian monsters could be heard as they voraciously searched for their preys. They sniffed about in the dead of the night, with their eyes as sharp as that of an owl.

she whispered, then looked at Estrella, "You're not planning to sneak her out later, aren't you?" The question was like a bomb that dropped on her heart. Her mother knows well how her mind works. She can't easily lie to her. She licked her lips, moving her eyes away from her mother's, "I... I can't let her live here." Queen Enid lifted her head up, but her eyes remained on the floor. It was like her entire soul burned if she was going to meet her fierce red eyes. "Look at me," Queen Enid ordered. She had no choice, but to follow her. Unlike what she was expecting, her mother's eyes had no trace of madness or disappointment, they were full of worry and fear instead.

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

“Whatever happens next, we fight.” The wolves nodded, their expressions hardening into grim resolve. But in my heart, I knew that no battle could save us from the truth. The next full moon was already rising on the horizon, and with it, the end of everything I had ever known. As the pack prepared for the coming fight, a lone figure appeared on the edge of the forest—Draven Thorn, his eyes glowing with eerie, unnatural light. And beside him stood someone I never expected to see again. My mother.

" She is not a fetish, mother. How many times do I need to remind you that? But I think you are unable to grasp the concept of love. My father was just a stepping stool for you in your quest for power. I am no different. I am just your favourite pawn. I saw what had happened, mother. I saw it all when I went through the divination shells. Let's not try to hurt each other where we are vulnerable. Go back and rest. I will come back with Mira when we get things settled around here. " He tapped his mothers arm before walking away.