So God Made A Mother Novels & Stories

he continued, his words a gentle reminder of the powerlessness of humans in the face of fate. The moon goddess spoke up, her voice like a gentle stream that flowed smoothly over the rocks and pebbles of Ara's doubts and concerns. "Ara, my child," she said, her voice filled with a deep sense of love and compassion, "I created my children. And as their mother, how could I watch as evil befall them? Rest assured that whatever to my children is in my hands.

She turned towards me, “Noah. If she is your mate, chosen by Moon Goddess. Then trust Moon Goddess. She is the only one who can change her heart.” Despite being a human, my mother had been Moon Goddess's favorite. I had heard people say that she had met Moon Goddess. But mother never told us any such thing. Whenever we tried to inquire, we only got one answer. “It’s not something to discuss, children.” I did not know when my mother came closer and put her arms around me, placing her forehead on my shoulder, “Everything will be sorted out, honey. Trust, me. Trust, Moon Goddess.” Then lifting herself on her toes she kissed my cheek, “Now tell me about her. How does she look? Is she pretty?”

I was impressed and tears grew in my eyes with pride that I was able to bridge this type of gap. “Quiet. Everyone. Centuries ago it was hypothesized that the Mother Goddess would bless us with a visit from one of her descendants. They would be blessed in ways that no one had ever seen before and they would ascend the throne to rule over all supernaturals…” My father started to explain.

“Well look who is smarter than she looks. You are correct. The god Hephaestus created this realm. All realms are created by a god, the humans from your realm managed to get at least that correct.” “So if this realm was created by Hephaestus, who created mine?” I ask, ignoring his comment about my intelligence. “Your world is known to others as Terra and was created by the goddess, Gaia.” Digesting this bit of information, I blurt out “That could be where the term ‘mother Earth’ comes from”. Xander laughs a little and shakes his head. “Maybe” He says. “So my next question, how the hell did you control me?” “Well … That one is a little harder to answer.” He says, reaching up to rub his chin. “

Ella assesses, her golden eyes narrowed. “I mean you’re entering the final stage of your pregnancy and we’re at war. If you want me to even consider letting you out of my sight, you need to give me a damned good reason.” I reply sternly. Ella huffs and rolls her eyes, and my responding growl sends shudders through the other men in the car, but not my defiant mate. She simply glowers at me, “Based on my memory, my mother met the Goddess – she spoke with her and was convinced to give me up. I think there’s a chance she has information – answers about all this, things that might not exist in my past.”

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m

Gloria assesses, her golden eyes narrowed. “I mean you’re entering the final stage of your pregnancy and we’re at war. If you want me to even consider letting you out of my sight, you need to give me a damned good reason.” I reply sternly. Gloria huffs and rolls her eyes, and my responding growl sends shudders through the other men in the car, but not my defiant mate. She simply glowers at me, “Based on my memory, my mother met the Goddess – she spoke with her and was convinced to give me up. I think there’s a chance she has information – answers about all this, things that might not exist in my past.”

Isolde growled, but her voice faltered. The Mother tilted her head. “Do you really think a soul like yours was made... by accident?” Isolde's hands dropped slightly. “You were created.” The battlefield seemed to pause, like even the wind held its breath. The Mother continued, voice silk. “Your father thought I never knew. That I didn’t see the ritual. But I did. You weren’t born. You were built. You were never meant to be a daughter. You were a weapon.” A breathless beat passed.

The First Mother looked toward the Original. Then toward Auren. Finally, she looked at Emily. "The woman standing before you is not your mother." Emily froze. The Original laughed. "Finally." Emily stared. "Then who is she?" The First Mother whispered: "Your first form." Emily's stomach dropped. "What?" "You were never born." The chamber went silent. The First Mother continued. "You were created." Emily looked at the Original. "By you?" The Original nodded. "Yes." "Why?" "Because I needed someone who could choose."

I asked in disbelief. “Gee woman, are you really that slow? She’s your mother’s mother, which means she created a goddess. Only Higher Powers can have goddesses for children. In fact, your grandfather Axel, is the Creator and the highest Higher Power there is,” Skye informed me. I was stunned. “I still don’t understand why you can’t open up for Cressida,” Silas said in confusion.