Vegeta Mother Novels & Stories

5 YEARS B.M Lekovoski POV DUSK WAS CREEPING over the small village on the outskirts of the big city, Varagrafena. I took hurried steps to my mother's alcove and found her standing over the small deck overlooking the tree of life which was just a few feet from where she stood! The tree has been my mother's fortification for years and it continued to give her the power she needed. My mother, Cersei Morozova was the renowned witch; the greatest of them all. she has cured the sick, protected the weak, and blessed the cursed. she was by far the only person I looked up to.

A warm and gentle power embraced them with affection and love, like a suit of armor protecting them. "But you must believe in me. Believe in the one who created you. If you fail once more... You will be condemned forever." The Mother said regretfully, but her gaze still held hope and confidence in her own children. The enemies who were still trying to attack them fell to the ground, lifeless. As if they were mere pieces of paper, too easy to be torn down. “This will be my last gift to you.” The Mother confirmed in a firm voice. When she turned and disappeared. That light remained blessing them and Yelena and Yuji knew that it was now impossible to forget their Mother.

“My name is Veyra.” The name curls in my gut like it means something, but I can’t place it. Rhea steps protectively in front of me, one hand glowing faintly with magic. “You crossed into Guen territory. Speak fast.” “I once served Mavilla,” Veyra says, eyes never leaving mine. “Kaia’s mother. I came for her.” Gasps ripple through those gathered, but I barely hear them. The world tilts sideways, and I step forward before I realize I’m moving. “My... my mother?”

The birds sing with more vigor, and even the ancient trees seem to stand taller, their gnarled branches reaching up in silent applause. The Earth Goddess's words give Tonya the reassurance she needs. She knows that her mother watches over her, guiding her steps and lending her strength. With this newfound clarity, Tonya strides forward, her resolve hardened. She is not just a warrior or a protector; she is the daughter of the Earth Goddess, and her mother's approval gives her the courage to face whatever challenges lie ahead.

Before I can even say a word in protest, a streak of violet energy shaped like an arrow hits Jartre square in the chest and sends him flying. “Keep your hands off my daughter,” I hear the seething voice of my mother. I look over in the direction of where the energy came from to find two large figures standing side by side. One surrounded by beautiful fuchsia and silver, the other surrounded by violet and silver with a glowing bow in her hands aimed in Jartre’s direction. The figure bathed in violet walks over as the bow disappears, and kneels in front of me, “Hey kiddo, long time no see.”

“Return the child to her rightful mother now!” “I AM THE RIGHTFUL MOTHER, YOU DAMNED OLD MAN!” Violet screamed, her eyes wild, her breathing erratic. Her face was contorted with rage, her lips trembling and her teeth clenched as if she were ready to bite anyone who came near. “No one will take my daughter from me… NO ONE!”

Quickly, the real Agneyastra pierced Rangga Jaya's forehead. "Damn!" For a moment, Rangga Jaya saw a bright flash of light in front of him. The light took the form of a woman he recognized. "Mother?" In his mind, Rangga Jaya was surprised by the appearance of the mother. The woman smiled and approached her favorite son. Despite being betrayed and killed by Rangga Jaya, the mother's spirit still held her son's body tightly. Agneyastra's arrow burned Rangga Jaya's entire body and soul. The woman cried in regret. She did not expect Rangga Jaya to go alone to Swargaloka.

"It just moved." A hand reached out of the violet rip. A hand made of white fire. It grabbed the edge of the world and began to pull. "Who's there?" Malakai yelled, standing up on shaky legs. A face appeared in the rift. It wasn't Maya. It wasn't a wolf. It was the Mother. "Thank you for the ground," the Mother said. Her voice was the sound of a thousand stars dying. "I've been looking for a way back in." She stepped through.

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m