Tangled Mother Gothel Song Novels & Stories

Chapter 5 The sound of laughter drifted through the house, soft and unexpected. Elena paused in the kitchen, her hands still wet from washing dishes, and tilted her head to listen. It was Thomas, his voice bright and full of life. Alex’s deeper tone joined him, the two of them caught up in a moment that sounded almost... happy. Elena’s chest tightened, conflicted by the warmth spreading through her. She quickly shook it off, focusing back on the sudsy plates in the sink. She wasn’t here to bask in the sound of a happy family; she was here for Thomas. That was it.

My father followed, then Giuseppe, Dimitri, and Lancly, their voices weaving together into a cadence that shook the bones of the earth: By blood that made us, by bond that chains us, We unweave the thread, we sever the crown. Return to dust, return to silence, Until the last of us has fallen down. Their voices rose, a chorus of finality, each word thick with power. Dragomir’s fury ignited. He struck forward, Marlowe at his side, a storm of claws and blood. My mother, Natalie, and I met them head-on.

my father whispered, relief shining in his tired eyes. Arrow leaned down, placing a hand lightly over my father’s. “You’ve raised a remarkable daughter. Loyal. Steadfast. It’s a rare thing these days.” My chest constricted. My father smiled faintly, unaware of the poison laced in those words. “Yes,” he murmured. “Palmer has always been loyal.” Arrow’s gaze shot to mine then, unblinking, daring me to break. 🧊 I held his stare, even as my insides shook, even as I wanted to scream the truth—that my loyalty was born not of love but of chains.

I twisted, writhed, every muscle fighting, but he only tightened his grip, dragging me against his chest, his breath hot and sour in my ear. “Don’t touch them!” I screamed, frantic now, my voice cracking under the weight of terror. “Please… I’ll do whatever you want, just… just leave them alone!” He chuckled, the sound vibrating through my skull. His lips hovered near my ear, his words deliberate, cruel. “That’s for your mother to decide, sweetheart.” The name hit me like a blow. My body recoiled violently, stomach twisting. My mother. The monster who had sold me out, who dangled my siblings like puppets on strings. Just hearing her name made bile rise in my throat.

"According to the ancient texts, it must be performed at a specific location known as the Calanais Standing Stones in Scotland. These stones possess a unique energy that enhances the ritual's efficacy." Camden's concern and curiosity grew, and she leaned forward, eager to understand what the process would entail. "What are the steps of the ritual?" she asked, her voice filled with anxiety and apprehension. "First, the participants, that being yourself and Matt, must meet at the Calanais Standing Stones under the light of the full moon," he explained. "The stones serve as a conduit to communicate with the Moon Goddess, allowing you to request that she untangle the bond between you as mates. O

the Elder shouted with a menacing sneer. As if in response to his hostility, I opened my mouth and began to sing a beautiful melody, a haunting sound that resonated throughout the courthouse. The vibration of my voice shook the walls as I adjusted my pitch, channeling the low growl that had resonated during the gathering. Dean remained unfazed now that his transformation was complete, but the Elders were visibly shaken. I focused my energy, honing the frequency of my song to a pinpoint target—the Primary Elder's heart.

A woman’s voice could be heard humming a lullaby that I recognized instantly—it sounded like Mockingbird. Aunt Delilah. Bella, you must leave right away! “Sweetheart, don’t turn around.” My mother pushed me aside. “Keep in mind that the man with the butterfly tattoo is the

I couldn't hold it any longer, the tears went down my cheeks slowly. "Mum" I tried to call without screaming, mothers are supposed to have a special connections to their daughters right? She might hear me without actually screaming. "Hush, little baby, don't cry" one of the girls whispered to me. "No, no, no let me go," I mumbled to myself holding my ear shut so I wouldn't hear the voice anymore. They started that song, that cursed song again, God, I hated that song, or maybe I just hated the way they sang it in unison, it sounded creepy, I could feel demons in it.

Salt is used for protection, they had used salt to protect my mother's house, no creature of darkness can cross a salt protection spell without an invitation. I finish up with the salt bags, and get our belts, attaching them. Then I go get the bottle, the rubber gloves and the ampuls. When I have filled them, I look at them for a moment. I am supposed to close them with galdr, but what to sing ? I remember my father's favorite song and find it quite fitting for the situation. Picking up the first ampul pressing it together I start singing. "I see the bad moon arising, I see trouble on the way. I see earthquakes and lightnin'. I see bad times today".

[10 years ago] "Hmm... Hmm... hmm hmmm..." "Mommy? What song are you humming?" The little me innocently asked the sophisticated and most lovely woman standing behind her. The woman smiled at me throught our reflection in the mirror. She just finished braiding my flowing black wavy hair. "That's the theme song of your favorite disney move, Tangled. Have you forgotten about it, hmm, sweetheart?" She really has this gentle voice. I could nearly sleep because of that. My brows furrowed."Oh, but I think you're humming it wrong, mom!"