Three Mothers Trilogy Novels & Stories

The weight of his emotions could be seen in the downward curve of his shoulders and the distant look in his eyes. Meanwhile, on the sofa nearby, three women sat huddled together, their expressions mirroring the somberness that filled the room. Each of them adorned a veil of gloom, their faces etched with lines of worry and concern. The silence between them was thick, punctuated only by the occasional sigh that escaped their lips, betraying the weight of their shared burden. The three women are Gale’s mother, Sky’s grandmother, and aunt. They become closer for the last two days, especially after their shared interest in Gale’s mate, Skylark Bluedawn.

It will recognize the signs of the Goddess and help me decide what to do with it. — Sister, — I hold your hand. — I need to tell you something. Big, bright eyes the color of fertile earth turn to me, waiting naively. The words pile up in my mouth, then I see three Mothers approaching and I immediately start to shake, as my heart is heavy with guilt. They discovered it. They found the foreigner. — Servant Arina — Mother Darba murmurs in her most pleasant and gentle voice. She is accompanied by Mother Heste and Mother Leina.

"Moving on to the third please?" She sighed. "I mean it. Anyway, lastly, one of the three is on to you." "One of the three?" I asked, trying to recollect any memory of 'one of three'. "Yes, the big three. The three mothers of the earth." She said, as if I was to make any sense of her information. "Do stay away from her. Today one of them notices you, tomorrow, two. And the next time, all three of them." She was saying with a big stare of seriousness, then she took off the mask and switched it with a sarcastic one. "Or if you ever live that long, that is. Since your evil twin, as you use to say, is already reporting you to one of the big Mamas, you are much likely going to be dead the next ti

The child looked hurt. “Do you love me?” Elena's throat closed. “I feel love when I look at you.” “Is that the same?” “No.” The answer hurt. But she would not lie again. “I don't know you yet.” The child thought. “Can you?” Elena started crying. “If you want.” The girl looked at Young Elena. Then Adult Anna. Then back at Elena. “I want three moms.” Everyone froze. Elias coughed. “Well.” Adult Anna stared. “I am not your mother.”

She meant Selene. "I was wrong," my mother continued. "And I am sorry." I stared at her. Rodrigo had gone completely still across the table, his coffee cup forgotten, his hands motionless. Because what my mother had just said rearranged everything. She had known. Which meant she was never simply a frightened woman making desperate choices under impossible pressure. She had been protecting a secret far larger than debt or fear. And if someone had trusted her with that secret, someone had told her to keep it.

Melanie stepped out from behind Henry, her face a picture of innocence, yet her smile was anything but. "Selena, this is the maternity ward. How could you just 'pass by'? You're here for Henry, aren't you?" Henry's eyes, complicated and heavy, landed on me, his voice filled with resignation, "Selena, there's no need for this. I told you that we're getting remarried on the first of next month." I stayed quiet, hiding behind Wren, not ready to reveal the truth. Melanie's eyes flashed with anger, and suddenly she clutched her stomach while exclaiming, "My stomach... Is the baby coming?!"

*** When I woke up, Johan was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless and smoking. He heard me move and looked back. A check landed on the bed in front of me. I stared at it. He only said a few words. "I'm bored with you." Something inside me cracked. Like porcelain shattering, sharp pieces cut across my heart. Still, my voice came out calm. I even smiled. "I've got less than three months left. Couldn't you wait a little longer?" Johan frowned. "Yara Yelton, you should know your place."

The vibrations alone told me enough. More had arrived. Three enormous figures emerged from different corners of the battlefield, each leaving behind whatever warrior had occupied them only moments before. They were unmistakably Blood Mothers, yet no two looked exactly alike. One wore long strips of dark animal hide layered across her shoulders, another carried necklaces fashioned from carved bone that clicked softly as she walked, while the third had wrapped faded crimson cloth around one powerful arm beneath the familiar network of scars and markings they all seemed to share. Different appearances. The same impossible presence.

Lila grimmed,y ou only see her weaknesses because you don't like her, give her a chance and you will see cherry is a sweet girl. Mom. Michael gave His mother a reassuring look," just give me time mom,i will get a girl,get married and give you all the grand children you want. I just can't get married to Cherry. "Son Bring a girl to us in three months or get married to Cherry that's is my final verdict," Steve said to Michael and walked out of the living room, Michael turned to his mother after his dad left held her hands and said "Mom please,talk to dad he is putting me in a tight corner,three months is a very short time for me to do what he asked of me".

She has been unconscious for three hours and they could not get their minds off whatever conversation the witch doctor had with the other woman. "If anything happens to Kyra, I'd make them pay and beg for mercy" Jax muttered, as he clenched his fist together. "Nothing is going to happen to her," Kyra's mother said, quite sure of herself. Even with everything happening and the fact that she was Kyra's mother, she didn't have any sad expression which the werewolves found weird. But the witches knew she was only sure of her daughter and her capacity as the Queen. "You people should leave, I'll take care of her," Kyra's mother said.