Tangled Mother Gothel Song Novels & Stories

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

The bass thumped through the crowded mansion like a second heartbeat, but Elena Voss felt hers stuttering in her throat. Crystal chandeliers cast fractured light across designer dresses and tailored suits, while laughter sliced through the air like shards of glass. This was supposed to be a celebration. Richard Hale’s latest business triumph but for Elena, it felt like walking a tightrope over a pit of wolves.

“That is why you must be one with the song of life and never fear death.” He had left them others more lost with his cryptic words, and subsequent search for answers from other quarters brought about similar results. But she chose to call it Songs of the Mother. Because for unknown reasons she felt like it was a woman singing; maybe mother earth, maybe nature, or maybe a goddess. “Die!” she screamed as she jumped into the air, her scimitar connecting with the alpha. The beast whined as the blade dug into its collarbone, merely stopped by its dense tightly packed muscles and bone.

I caught the First Mother as she fell from the sap-womb. She was light as a feather, her silver hair flowing around us like a cloud. She opened her eyes—eyes of the purest, most ancient violet I had ever seen. She looked at me, then at the twins, and then at the world she hadn't seen in ten millennia. "The... the song..." she whispered, her voice a sound of melting ice. "The song has changed." "It has, Mother," I said, my golden eyes meeting her violet ones. "We’ve added a few verses."

"There is no escape. If you want your mother back, get us the information we need." Tabitha held her face as she cried. She looked towards her mother across and used the mind link. [Stay strong, mama. I promise, I will get you out of this.] [Be careful, Tabi. Don't worry about me. Protect your sister.] "You should return now." Helgar's voice suddenly interrupted the link. "Remember, eyes are always on you. One slip up, and I'll rip out your mother's heart myself. Do you understand?" "Yes, Elder Helgar."

She was grubbing for vegetables in a dead man's garden when she heard the singing. Arya stiffened, still as stone, listening, the three stringy carrots in her hand suddenly forgotten. She thought of the Bloody Mummers and Roose Bolton's men, and a shiver of fear went down her back. It's not fair, not when we finally found the Trident, not when we thought we were almost safe. Only why would the Mummers be singing? The song came drifting up the river from somewhere beyond the little rise to the east. "Off to Gulltown to see the fair maid, heigh-ho, heigh-ho . . . "

“A sister to others, unknown to me.” “Birth foretold, so many threads were weaved.” The trio of voices sing, braided together with chilling harmony. “Cunning mind, deadly keen.” “Power from ancients, blessed by three.” A melody so intoxicating, like a child of Hamelin, I couldn’t help but be drawn to follow it. “Come closer to me!” They continue singing, the melody floating on the air, begging me to come closer to better hear the sweet song. “It’s a song of Harpies, do not move closer to them!” Theia calls, my feet suddenly rooted in place.

It started to crush my shield. Lea's voice, weak but determined, emerged from the dark grip. "The key! It's not what we thought!" "What key? What are you talking about?" I shouted, desperate for answers. "The song! The ancient lullaby!" Lea's voice trailed off, her face contorted in pain. My heart raced. The ancient lullaby. It was a melody passed down through generations, believed to hold untold power. Could that be the answer? Lilith, hearing Lea's words, began to chant. Her voice, hauntingly beautiful, echoed through the chamber, intertwining with the void's dark cacophony. The melody seemed familiar, and I realized she was singing the lullaby.

"Very natural. Very well-timed. Except I have known you for two years and I know exactly what you look like when you are changing the subject and that is currently what you look like." Hazel opened her mouth. "No." Maya held up a hand. "We are going back. Right now. Claire is handled. Tiffany is handled. Whatever is going on with your surroundings is handled. We are going back to whoever made your face go that colour. Name. Now." "I genuinely cannot say it without something terrible happening to me physically." "I'll take that risk. Name." "Maya —" "Girls!" Both of them looked toward the door. Maya's mother's voice rose from the bottom of the stairs, warm and carrying. "Come down. I made pas

Her voice came—cracked, pained, weak. "I'm fine. Been longing to hear you call me son." I cried. Just the two of us knew how far we had gone in this lie of ours. "Guess the Moon Goddess cursed me for being a terrible mum. I can't mind-link my only son." "Relax, Mum. Hope Dad won't hear you called me?" "I'm done being married to your father. He's a devil. He left me with no option but to steal your life before you even knew anything." She cried.