So God Made A Mother Novels & Stories

My fake mothers voice had me snapping my head with narrowed eyes. My mother rolled her eyes and slowly sat down. Why I chose to give her blond hair when I had red made no sense but I still loved it. "I am something you made and I can see the pain in your eyes. I can feel your bordom and need for more." My fake mother stated. I narrowed my eyes because it seemed like I made her a little too perfect. "Now what you are going to do is go and search the universe until you find out who you are and how you can become the ultimate Goddess." My fake father butted in.

‘She is not my mother or maybe her soul? “I am your mother, Zayden but the woman beside you is not me, She is a part of me.” “What do you mean? And who are you?” “I am the moon goddess. And to bring you into this world. I had to create my replica and now that her time was over she had to come back to me.” “If.if you are the moon goddess then why did you write so much pain in my mother’s destiny?”

Who would’ve thought that it was her way of saying that she loved me all her life? “What’s so special about the moon, Mom?” I retorted, a little disinterested about it. “You know… I was told that I can never get pregnant. That was also the reason why your father left me because I couldn’t give him a child,” she revealed. That was the very first and last time that my mother ever mentioned my father. “I didn’t give up. Every night, I prayed to the moon. My grandmother used to tell me that long ago, there were 7 moons. One of them represented fertility. I prayed to that Moon Deity, and hoped they would hear me and grant me a beautiful child. And they did, (.....). I gave birth to you, to a very

The goddess, sensing her hesitation, offered a gentle smile. “But remember, only if you truly want to. You can live without a mate, and I’ll make it a little easier for you to control those urges,” the woman’s hand brushed against Myla’s cheek affectionately. A genuine smile tugged at Myla’s lips. “Thank you, Moon Goddess.” The goddess chuckled softly. “Please, think of me as your mother. Call me mom,” the goddess responded, a warmth in her tone that felt so maternal. “Thank you, Mom,” Myla said, finding the address surprisingly fitting. The connection she felt with the moon goddess was akin to that of a motherly figure.

It was God's way. "You five are the first generation of Father's Daughters. Your job is one of service to the Great Father and his disciples. You are vessels, created by God to serve his chosen men and to carry on their lines, to expand the Father's Love. But while God created you for this purpose, he did not create perfect vessels. Nothing made by god is perfect, it is up to those who came before you to help guide you to perfection." Mr Smith turned to the door of the small classroom. "Mothers!" He called and the door opened.

Vampir said with me rolling my eyes only to stop, hey, this was Vampir we were talking about, nothing would shock me about him anymore. “ My mother was the Goddess of light. She is not of this world, she was one of the Gods. The humans are her creation which is why we protect them so much. In her existence, she grew feelings for my father, the God of Darkness, which was unusual. They fell in love and experimented not knowing that the Goddess, my mother would actually reproduce. When the other Gods found out, they wanted to punish them, and most likely end my life before I was even born since my mother and father had not been authorized to make another creation. To save my life, my mother fel

So she had no choice but to always divert his attention into something else. “Why did you come up with such a question?” The little boy hugged his bunny plush. “I read in the bible that Mama Mary was able to conceive because of the Holy Spirit. You're not Mama Mary though?” When the kid referenced the Bible, her face paled from disbelief. What kind of kid associates his mother with divinity?! “Your Dad is dead. Now go to sleep!”

I rush out of the room to my mother. I have to be there for her. She lost her mate again. I enter the room, and she is lying on the bed with Mia in her arms. I lay on the other side and wrap my arms around mia and mom. Mia is squished in the middle with her arms wrapped around mom. She starts to cry harder when I wrap my arms around her. Mom whispers that it's ok in her ear as she rubs her hair down. I had forgotten how powerful being a mother is. My mom has shown me my whole life. Here she is. She has lost her mate and still holds it together to comfort her child. I am lucky to have a woman like her as my mother. What the Goddess said plays in my head. She is right. She is the one that made

“You hated that song, Mom. You said it was blasphemy.” My mother shrugged. “In all honesty, I thought it was truly blasphemous until I understood the meaning of the song. It was just a song that describes the strength of a woman; it might not mean physical strength, but you, my bunny, you are a god. You are stronger than I will ever be, and that makes me very proud.” “And so am I,” my father said with a smile.

"This is my story... I'm not born from a woman's womb, you see. My mother is Goddess Hecate, the goddess of magic, crossroads, witchcraft, sorcery, ghosts, and necromancy. In the beginning, she created four of us, two males and two females to each hemisphere of the world. The North, South, East and West. My mother can be earthly, heavenly, and hellish all at the same time, and just like her, she created us with free will. We can be who or what we want to be as long as we remember there will always be consequences for every one of our actions. Just like your Moon goddess, my mother wanted us, her children to reproduce and fill the earth with our kind, making sure to give to the worthy ones th