Vegeta Mother Novels & Stories

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.

"Friends who can help you get what you want." "And what do I want?" I asked, though something inside me already knew the answer. "Revenge," she said simply. "Power. Your pack back." I studied her face, looking for the lie. "What's the catch?" "The Mother would like to speak with you," she responded. "She believes your talents are being wasted out here in the wilderness." The Mother. The name sent a chill down my spine. Even I had heard the whispers—a powerful being, ancient and evil, who wanted to bring back monsters from the old world. A being that Amara and Elias were going to fight.

Trapped. Then she drew herself up above him, the last of her authority assembling itself in her frame, and she looked down at him with the full ancient weight of what she was and said the only thing left she had, the thing that had been the center of everything, the thing two centuries of empire had been built around: "KA'VEL SORAN — VEL'THAAN DRAE. KA'VEL SORAN VEL'THAAN DRAE!" I am your mother. I AM YOUR MOTHER.

"But that's not why I'm shaking." Her mother moved closer, that familiar look of gentle worry settling over her features. "Then what is it, baby? You're scaring me." Daggy opened her mouth to speak but the words stuck in her throat. Britty was watching her from the corner with those big brown eyes that looked so much like Dynan's it made Daggy's chest hurt, and she knew she couldn't keep running from this anymore. "The person who stopped those men," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "It was…. Mama, It was the Alpha."

Sipho whispered. He refused. Refused to be replaced. Refused to lose another child. Refused to die like this. With a roar, he grabbed the child’s wrist. Let the Darkness flood him fully. Black veins exploded across his skin. The ground split. Trees bent away. The air screamed. For a second— He was the monster again. Full Keeper. Raw power. He slammed the child into the dirt hard enough to crater it. The earth cracked outward. Shockwaves tearing through the yard.

Despite her years on earth, Mom lost all reason and turned against me, her daughter, for a man. “You’ll be sorry if anything happens to Bryan!” She cocked her head back and yelled at me. I could barely recognize Mom with the menacing look on her face. “Mom! Are you sure he loves you? Why did he hit on me then?” I yelled back, finding it hard to breathe. “You’re just jealous that I stole your crush. You’re young. Time is on your side to find someone new, but it’s not often I get to find love again.” Mom held Bryan in her arms, her heart going out to him.

My mother looked so thin and tired. “Mom, what’s wrong?” I asked, concerned. “Why do you look so thin? Are you eating enough?” “Nothing’s wrong, sweetheart. I’m fine. I’m just so happy to see you again after all this time.” I could see her looking curiously at Vishal. I knew she was wondering who he was. “Mom, this is my mate, Vishal,” I announced. “Vishal, this is my mother.” “Oh my goodness! The Moon Goddess blessed you with a second chance mate!” she exclaimed joyfully. “Praise the Moon Goddess! I’m so happy for you, my darling daughter.”

I could tell my mother was angry now. “Mom what are you doing?” I screamed at her. “Just keep going. Get help.” She did something I never saw her do before. “Go now, Rayna!” As I continued, she stood up on the back of Mystique her tayren and began warding off the laser blasts with her sword. I kept looking back as I flew watching. Then a few of them with their swords came up, and my mother on the back of her tayren battled them and killing them one by one. I saw her reach her hand out and worked her shield to surround the last few as they shot their lasers and due to the shield surrounding them entirely, the blasts vaporized them and the tayrens. I stopped at that moment and turned to watch.

THANDRAL- WORLD OF THE DEITIES ONE OF THE OTHER WORLDS. NATALIE. I collapse into the lush mattress that feels like clouds. “I am best,” I groan into it. “Long day?” a tinkling voice asks. Looking up, I see Venta, my assistant hovering over me. Venat is… put simply, a ball of light. Pure magic. Sentient and all but with no physical form. It is astounding. In fact, everything here is astounding. The World of Deities. It is a whole different world, that's for sure.