Novel & Cerita Pagan Origins Of Mothers Day

By destroying him and the Aeolian Isles, Panni and Jinyan have inadvertently released the Original Mothers—the primal, acoustic entities that even the Founder was afraid of. [Watch Out for the Next Chapter]

They were here for the Lupercalia, a festival held every fifteenth day of the second month of the year to honour the Ancient Roman god Lupercus, the god of wolves and shepherds, and the she-wolf who had suckled Romulus and Remus, the matriarch of their kind and Moon Goddess. It was a wolf version of the original Lupercalia festival, and considered one of the best times for werewolves to breed, as the festival was meant to thank the Moon Goddess for health and fertility, and even ask for more. They had spare clothes hidden away to replace those that tore on their bodies once they had morphed, to avoid going back home naked.

"Not a lot, I'm afraid. The books you consulted definitely gave you more than what I can offer." "Tell me regardless." "Well," she begins, the tendons on her neck standing out as she tilts back on her chair, "these are stories that my mother used to tell me. The Ancient Wolves were a direct line to the Moon Goddess. Some of them are children she sired with Wolves. She could create life in a short amount of time, so these children were often born rapidly. Other than that, she would also have them in her different forms. So when they married each other and had children, they weren't coming from the same family or same line exactly. They were all different."

She tilts her chin, looking down her nose at me as I pant, choke, and scream my daughter into existence. She almost died having my mother. Ryatt held her as she bled out, and my mom came months too early and was born quiet. But we’re Firestone. This is what we’re meant for. Our ancestors came from a matriarchal society where motherhood was considered the greatest, most powerful source of magic of all. She gave her life to bring my mom into the world, not knowing if she’d ever see her child’s face, or her mate, again. She risked it all then became the most powerful woman Eastonia had seen in three thousand years.

"It's not something many werewolves understand, but thousands of years ago, we were created by the moon goddess." "Where is she now?" I would ask, my little mind trying to visualise what a goddess who lived on the moon would look like. Grandma readjusting her glasses so they stayed well on the bridge of her nose, she would say, "Well, there's a story of how some witches trapped her as a punishment for creating beasts. But there are still those who fervently believe that she still watches over us, like a mother does her children. These believers aren't great in numbers, but they believe the moon is her gift to us; her way of reminding us of our origins and guiding us through the intricate pat

I turned to the second page and my breath caught. Rhea had found a reference in a temple archive dating back over six hundred years. A single passage written in Old Wolf script that had been translated by a scholar in the neutral territories. The Daughters of the Moon. Born once every few generations through a bloodline blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. They carry Her light within their blood. When awakened their power transcends the boundaries between wolf and Lycan. They are neither. They are both. They are what came before the division. I read the passage three times.

There were no female white wolves. “That was because of Jayden’s energy”, I pointed out. “But they say you're the daughter of the moon goddess”, Conan said calmly. I glared at him. He had just touched on a raw topic. “It's all a rumour. You're so unbelievable! I don't even have an idea who my birth Mom is. If you'll excuse me, I'll take my leave now”. I wiped the tears that were pouring down my cheeks as I ran out through the door. How could they bring up the rumours!!!

“You carry her direct bloodline. The purest line. You are not just blessed by her, my Queen. You are descended from her.” The words did not make sense. “That is impossible. The Moon Goddess is divine. She is not—” “Not what? Not capable of walking among mortals? Of loving them? Of creating life with them?” The priestess shook her head and smiled gently. “The old stories tell of a time when the Moon Goddess took mortal form to understand her children better. And in that form, she loved. She bore a daughter, who bore daughters of her own. That line was thought to have died out centuries ago, lost to time, war, and the simple passage of generations.”

But there. "The Origin," I whisper. "What are you?" My mother finds me there. "Seraphina, you have not slept in days." "I cannot sleep. There is something calling me. Something I do not understand." She studies my face, her silver eyes dark with worry. "The Origin is not a place. It is not a being. It is the source. The beginning. The first spark from which everything else was born." "The first spark of what?" "Of us. Of the wolves. Of the moon. Of everything." She takes my hands. "The Origin is where we came from. The moment when the first wolf opened their eyes and saw the silver light."

Aside from that, it was just a rock. “Thousands of moons ago, when this realm was still young, and gods walked amongst the mortals - magic existed and legends were born. During the first phase of this realm, when the sky gods still existed, Apsu and Tiamat heard what the moon goddess and Morrigan did, they begged the deities to grant them a child. The goddess’s granted their wish and Tiamat gave birth in the form of an egg.