Story Lullaby Novels & Stories

But it was there, between us, real and fragile and terrifying. --- At 4 AM, I asked him to tell me the lullaby again. His mother's lullaby. He hesitated. Then he began. "The moon made the wolves, and the wolves made the pack, and the pack made a promise to never look back..." His voice was low. Rough. Beautiful. "But one wolf looked, and one wolf stayed, and one wolf loved until the light faded away." "Sing it to our baby someday," I whispered. "If I survive tomorrow."

I have been so wrapped up with Adare, that I didn't even hear him come in. “No,” I say. “It’s just a lullaby.” “Yes. About killing werewolves.” “No, it’s not. It’s about keeping him safe from monsters.” “The monster with the big teeth and glowing eyes?” I go over the lyrics in my head. In the last stanza, the mother uses the monster’s coat to keep the baby warm. “Shit.” Kane laughs and sits next to me. “You’d be surprised how many lullabies are about something dark and terrible, but maybe try one of the human songs, I don’t know.”

Arin immediately moved straight into her arms and started playing with her hair. It's like this one wants to be hair dresser. Now it's my turn to tease... "Ah Laila don't worry, wedding nor far again, in nine months time we'll come visiting" I said the last part in a sing song manner (Listen to Ada by Flavour). If she was white she would definitely been as red as a tomato. Thank God for melanin ooo

"The Engraver was the original Anchor. The bridge between Mother and Grandfather. When the Weavers killed the Anchor, the Mother lost her only connection to the outside. She has been holding the Grandfather alone, without support, without communication, for nine billion years." Katherine's eyes narrowed. She was seeing where this was going. "And the Lullaby is not just a song," Jack continued. "It is a communication channel. It was designed so the Anchor could talk to the Mother. To help her. To share the burden of keeping the Grandfather stable." "You want to use the Lullaby to talk to the Absence directly."

I tiptoe out and close the door behind me. I wait a moment outside the door. Zara’s cries make my heart feel like it’s in a vise. A sad smile comes across my face when I hear Mom singing a lullaby. It’s the same one she always sang to me when I was little. Even from outside the room, her voice makes me feel better. Late at night when the moon is high / The Wolf will make its eerie cry / Echoes in the valleys deep / And the mountains that are steep Then they travel far and wide / To find that soothing lullaby / They do not stop not once at all / Until they find that lovely song