Vegeta Mother Novels & Stories

It was just strange. "If who I have in mind is correct, you might need to brace yourself for this. She's the only one who can communicate with a variety of werewolves. Also, with what I felt from before, that I've felt from your presence as well, I can only deduce one thing..." As Vesper paused, I gripped the edge of my seat, waiting for him to continue. "Who is she?" I asked. "Kelani, I think the moon goddess is your mother." Vesper simply said, rendering me stunned and speechless.

“Something funny mother?” “Only the mere fact you think you know anything my dear boy. Those mates of yours as you call them have brain washed you. I’m your mother, that pup’s grandmother. I only wanted to ensure Vanessa’s safety until it was born, I know how keen everyone is to have her executed” the way she spun her words was something else entirely. My mother had been high priestess and a Luna for a long time, she always knew what to say to divert attention away from matters she didn’t want to be acknowledged. This time however it wasn’t going to happen, she wouldn’t be talking her way out of this.

The mother of magic could not speak to Samata because she had lost her son Akiza to the cold hands of death and she was no longer interested to respond to anyone. She was not ready to have any word with anyone any longer and Aromo disgusted her more than she could tell. She walked out of the cave while Aromo followed her from the back and so was the mother of magic. When they were outside Samata headed straight to her dragon, she mounted it and then rode off. Immediately she left Aromo turned to face the mother of magic and the woman looked at her suspiciously now waiting to hear what she had to say.

It was like looking at something that had been loved and then abandoned, left to decay slowly. "That's Elena's garden." Sera jumped, turning to find Elder Moira standing behind her, a stack of linens in her arms. "I'm sorry," Sera said quickly. "I was just-" "It's all right." Elder Moira moved to stand beside her, looking out at the garden with an expression of deep sadness. "Elena-the Alpha's first mate-she planted most of that herself. Spent years designing it, nurturing it. It was her pride and joy."

As i get to it i can feel a powerful aura then i am standing under a beautiful tree , looking around i don't recognise this place . I feel a presence behind me and as I turn my eyes land on my mother the Goddess herself . She is as beautiful as I remember with her long white/silver hair and silver eyes . “ Jewel , my child .” Her warm sing-song voice washes over me in a calming manor . “ Mother , I am sorry I failed you and Leonor .” I say as I lower my eyes and head in shame . “ Why would you think that you failed us, my big beautiful golden girl ?” She says as she rubs her hand through my soft golden fur .

It was the Mother’s face, but it was melting, her code corrupted by the ship’s destruction. "IF THE EXPERIMENT CANNOT BE ARCHIVED, IT MUST BE CRUSHED," the Mother’s voice boomed, sounding like the grinding of a million gears. The woman with the spear stood up, her face pale. "The Titans," she whispered. "The Mother is waking the old 'Terraforming-Walkers.' She’s going to flatten the coast." Elara looked at her pack. They didn't have their powers. They didn't have their armor. They only had their raw, human hands.

The lab doors exploded. It wasn't a mechanical failure this time. The ironwood didn't hiss open; it was shredded into splinters by a tidal wave of violet fire. The Great Mother stepped through the smoke, her physical form more solid than it had been in the palace. She looked like a nightmare woven from old silk and ancient bone. Beside her, a dozen acolytes stood with their hands raised, their eyes glowing with the same parasitic light. "The girl is mine," the Great Mother hissed, her voice echoing through the lab like a thousand dying screams.

Lilian stubbornly retorted, “She was carrying my son’s child! Of course, we’ve seen her! How could we not?!” The comment section unleashed another wave of attacks. [What, is her daughter actually a man or something? Because that’s the only way ‘seeing her’ would change anyone’s mind. What nonsense!] [The mother is just as bad as the daughter because she raised her!] I clenched my fists until my knuckles turned white. "I told you already! My daughter could never abandon a baby!" Lilian raised her voice and responded, "Fine! Since you still won’t admit it, I’m bringing out the third piece of evidence!

I hadn’t even noticed it was still glowing again until now. I clutched it tighter. “Then… who’s my mother and my father.. where are they? are they dead?” The question hung heavy in the air. No one answered. “Tara?” I whispered. “Please.” Tara hesitated.. then spoke softly, like she was breaking a spell. “Your mother was trapped long ago. But her soul… found a vessel.” I stared at her, uncomprehending. “A vessel?” Thornes voice came next “Your mother,” he said, “is Veronica.”

Graceful, but firm. I turned toward the sound, and there she was—Luna Wraithborn. Hades’s mother. A woman who never had to shout to command a room. Her dark violet cloak rippled behind her, and her pale silver armor reflected the rising sun in flecks of blue and white. Her hair was tied in a single braid, bound with a thin golden clasp, and her expression held the restraint of someone who had witnessed centuries of grief and victory alike. “Commander Celeriac,” she greeted me, not unkindly.