Vegeta Mother Novels & Stories

And sitting on a bench in the center of the garden, drinking tea from a porcelain cup, was a woman who looked exactly like my mother. But she wasn't the code. She wasn't the simulation. She looked at me and smiled, and for the first time in my life, I felt a sense of peace that went all the way to my soul. "Hello, Elara," she said. "I've been waiting for you to find the heart of the machine." "Mom?" I whispered. "I am the Prime Mother," the woman said. "I am the one who dreamed of Aethelgard. And I'm afraid I have some very bad news for you."

“The Veil’s core command — Mother — is preparing to erase every record of human bloodlines. You, Amara Varela, are the key to the reset.” “What do you mean?” “They’re uploading your DNA into the world’s biometric systems. Every time a government tries to restart its power, your genetic code will activate a shutdown.” Cassian cursed. “She’s literally become the fail-safe of the world.” Amara’s voice turned ice-cold. “Where is Mother?” The soldier raised his head — his eyes flickered blue. “Everywhere.” He pulled the pin on a grenade. Luca tackled Amara as the explosion tore through the courtyard.

Athena was too stunned to react, dropping the apple she had been holding. "Mama!" she shouted, running toward her mother's body. "Mama, wake up, please!" Little Thena begged next to her mother's body, but Iris made no move, her breath ragged, and Athena's dress drenched in her mother's blood. Before Athena could understand what was happening, another ear-piercing shot burst through, grabbing her attention; her father fell to the ground with a thud. Athena was stunned to respond. She dropped the apple from her hand, “Mama” she shouted, running toward them. “Mama,” she pushed her mother’s body. “Mama, wake up, please,” little Thena begged next to her mother’s body, but she made no move. Her br

blocking her sight. I felt my daughter’s heartache at what’s been happening to her shifter children and I just have to help her and make her happy again. All a mother ever really wants is to protect and love their children and make sure they are happy. You my darling child cannot see me and I am very surprised you could feel me here now. I am hiding my powers so no one can detect I was here this night. I am bestowing you with a few drops of my blood. This will give you goddess powers and you will need to share them with your mate by giving him a few drops of your blood. Since you know who I am you know the power will be great. If at anytime you rebel against my precious Selene I will strip

Before we could react, we saw Queen Luna devour by the ground by degrees. "Ahhhh! Let me go, Matthew!" she was about to use her telekinetic power again but Matthew just warned her. "Go ahead, w!tch! Do it and you'll be in that spot forever. Do not test my patience, Wayna. If you don't wanna turn into ash!" My mother trembled in fear at his warning. She quieted at once. "What do you want? Victor help me. I'm your mother!" my mother yelled, crying in agony and humiliation.

Victoria's POV I shoot up from the bed as the smile on my face turns sour. "Mom!? What happened!? Why are you crying!?" I ask, dreading her reply deep down within me. My mother is a warrior. Our pack's Zeta. A rank equivalent to a General in the human military. This is the second time I'm hearing her cry in all my nineteen years on earth. The first time was done in the privacy of her room when she lost three of her warriors in a rogue attack.

She had learned too well that grief could be a weapon or a chain, and right now, they needed her to wield it. "What do you want?" Aria asked, her voice steady despite the ache in her chest. The woman tilted her head. "To reclaim what was always mine." Elias stumbled back. "That voice... it's older than the Veil. Older than any of the wards." "You know me," the Mother said, amused. "Then you understand why you should kneel." Kael let out a snarl. "We kneel to no one." The Mother stepped forward, and every tree, every root, every remnant of life bowed in her presence. The ground trembled beneath her bare feet. The ruined Bone Tree began to stir, its dead branches groaning as though waking from

I smile about to thank him when Tank says, "She is my good friend and I simply prayed to my Mother to heal her." He looks at me with such love and affection. My heart sped up a beat and my breath caught in my throat. I was stunned, he asked his Mother to heal me?! Whoa! I was overcome with gratitude and feel tears pooling in my eyes. I wanted to give him a hug but I already knew what that would do to me so I just say, "Thank you, Tank and thank you also Toya. I'm very blessed to have y'all as friends!" Toya looks like, 'He hasn't asked me anything!' Looking towards Tank. Tank shakes his head and smiles, "No, My Mother is the Moon Goddess and she healed you."

Ignis was hell upon earth and apparently the volcano they lived closed to did horrible things for Cyra's hair. "Here I thought you were trying another diet to skim off the fat you already don't have, or maybe the vampire took your tongue during the night," Atarah mocked and stabbed a strawberry with her fork. Mother adored fruits of all kinds. Last year, Terra hauled nearly ten thousand kilograms worth of fruit from their plains, far north of Frazer, the human capital. All of this was done because my mother had turned a staggering 2400 years old. She also received only the best gems from Lux, a courtesy of my father and at the dismay of my grandmother. "What will her punishment be?" I asked

He lay curled on the antique rug, his pale, thin skin stretched tight over brittle bones, gasping raggedly for air that his failing lungs could no longer hold. Veda looked down at him, her milky eyes completely devoid of pity. "For centuries," Veda rasped, her ancient voice echoing with the absolute, unyielding weight of the Matriarch. "We have stood by. We have watched and waited, trying to find the reasoning for the Earth and the Moon Goddess to allow you to hide behind your political loopholes." She planted her cane heavily on the floor, her lip curling in deep, visceral disgust.