Tangled Mother Gothel Song Novels & Stories

She laughed, as the pillows flew straight through her, thwacking against the wall behind. “Calm down,” Siobhanny smirked, “you shouldn’t get excited in your condition.” I gasped, hopping across the bed, but before I could shoot my shadows at Siobhanny, the gargoyles’ mouths opened and began to sing a disturbingly beautiful but chilling rendition of Emperess’s “I’m Going Slightly Mad.” I shivered at the Gothic grandeur of the song out of the mouths of the wolves, before twisting to Siobhanny, who was staring out of the window as if I was the only one who could hear the song.

The music was booming and the drinks were flowing as Gabriel and I danced as the newly crowned couple of the night. “Thank you for not allowing me to go to my father’s house” I said quietly. “Anything for you” he replied back I swayed in his arms, taking in the song that was playing. It was a slow melody, one that I recognized but couldn't quite place. It was peaceful, and for a moment, I forgot about everything else. But then, I noticed something odd. My mother wasn't around anymore. Gabriel must have seen the look on my face because he tightened his grip on my hand and whispered in my ear, "What's wrong?"

"The one Grandma used to sing to you when you were just a pup? The one about the moon being a silver needle in the sky?" ​I closed my eyes tightly, reaching back into the foggy, painful memories of my childhood—long before the ravine, before the rejection, and before this endless war. I reached for the sound of my mothers voice, soft and melodic, singing a strange lullaby that had made no sense to me at the time. ​"Thread the needle through the dark, leave a silver, frozen mark. Seven turns around the sun, the weavers work is never done." ​"It is an encryption sequence," I realized, the breath hitching in my chest as the melody played in my mind. "The specific melody... the mathematical inte

Kael watches me chew like he’s adding the data point to a file. “Anything else?” I ask once I swallow. “Any more rules I should tattoo on my forehead?” “One more,” he says. “For now.” “Of course,” I mutter. “Hit me.” His eyes hold mine. “Don’t sing that lullaby for anyone else,” he says. The words land heavier than they should. “It’s my song,” I say, reflexive. “It was my mother’s,” he counters. “Then yours. Then Sofie’s. The world got more of it last night than it ever deserved. Until this is over, it stays here. In this house. In this family.”

‘Dream, dream sweet beautiful maiden, dream of a wonderful dream, but if you wake up a priest beside you, headless and poor, will take what’s left of you. Thinking for a second as she smiles nodding her head and excitedly jumps, she calls. “I understand, I do, I do. It’s her, it’s my mother, Daniela.” Giggling at the end as she started to hum and dance along with the lullaby that somehow depicts the sins and darkness of the world that everyone is dwelling upon, as this very world is no other than the Prince of Hell’s paradise and ruling one. She started to sing the same song and the same words that tell a game, regret, desire, and death in a mix of lies and wishes.

“It’s nice seeing someone take an interest in such an old song.” Shiele took a deep breath “why can’t I talk, this place is changing me” she composed herself “The song was beautiful” she managed to whisper, her confidence building from the boys comfort she rushed out her next question so quickly he was barely able to make out what she said “What was it about?” She had never felt this nervous around someone before but smiled inwardly that she was able to speak to him. “The song is about the last of the elves in Ethalas and how they were destroyed by the druids”

It was the Song of the Ancients, but with variations, and subtle twists that spoke of unknown possibilities. Isolde, recognizing the melody, exclaimed, "The song! It's guiding us, hinting at the path forward." But as the guardians tried to follow the melody, it fragmented, leading to multiple directions, some towards creation, others towards chaos. The labyrinth, the song, and Aeliana's challenge were intricately connected, creating a puzzle that tested not just their abilities but their very understanding of the realms.

She looks at the couch, then my face and she sighs. "Okay, what should I sing?" She drops down on the couch with the guitar in hand. "Some tacky, cliche, Ed Sheeran song," I say randomly. "Alright." She grins, tucking her damp hair behind her ear. She flutters her eyes shut and takes a deep breath, she then opens them and looks down at the guitar, she looks nervous but her fingers start moving against the guitar strings. She starts singing her version of Ed Sheeran's photograph and I have this big fucking smile on my face, so big it makes my cheeks hurt.

"I... I can't hold the anchor! The gravity... it’s taking my 'Self'!" ​In the Resonance-Cradle, Nora was experiencing her own agony. Her amber glow was being stretched into a long, violet ribbon of light. She could feel the Mother-Root on Earth screaming, a billion miles and a billion years away. ​"I’m here, Papa!" she cried, her voice echoing through the shared link. "I’m the error! I’m the mistake that makes the song real! Don't look at the silence! Look at Me!" ​She began to sing. It wasn't a verse from the manuscript. It was a wordless, soaring lament for everything they had lost—the friends who stayed on Callisto, the Lycian shells that had shattered, the "Living Ring" that was now just

I recognize this part of the song. It is the same melody my mother used to sing to me at night. The same melody I hummed to Blake when he was afraid. Why would a band of Wolves in the Northlands know the tune my mother loved so dearly? Blake is watching me curiously, his head tilted slightly to one side. I narrow my eyes. “What is this?” “What is what?” His expression of faux innocence is betrayed by the hungry gleam in his eyes. “Why did you ask them to play this music?”