Vegeta Mother Novels & Stories

Kenzie couldn't understand why his father had drawn Alea's mother and written the word 'Mommy'. But ... it wasn't just because of that picture. When he saw Audrey, for some reason Kenzie felt a different feeling. He couldn't describe it. But he believes that Audrey is very similar to the woman in his dreams. Audrey who became his mother.

My mother explains, as she floats towards me, her long, simple ivory dress twirling around her with the movement, like that of a ballerina. She presses her warm palm against my forehead, my skin tingling at the contact, before I feel a bolt of energy flit through me, and like a flower blooming, a warmness blankets over me, soothing my sore body. My mother then places a gentle kiss on my forehead, which simply feels like a frosting of energy against my skin. Then her form glides back, smiling at Tammy and the rest of the people in the room, before the vision collapses in on itself, the blue wispy fumes evaporating into the air. "Fvcking hell." Vincent murmurs, his eyes blown wide to an astron

Her mother’s long, dark hair cascaded down her back, shimmering with an ethereal glow, and her eyes radiated a warmth that banished the darkness around them. "Emilia, my child," her mother's voice echoed in her mind, soothing her troubled soul. "You are stronger than you know. Embrace the light within you, and the darkness will have no power over you." Her mother, once a healer known for her gentle touch and boundless compassion, had always been Emilia’s source of strength and guidance. In life, she had been a beacon of love and wisdom, her very presence calming those around her. Now, even in spirit, her aura exuded a serene power that filled Emilia with renewed courage.

And Eve felt the first spark of doubt take root in her chest. ________________________________________ Pain struck without warning. A sharp, searing agony bloomed in her skull, sending her crashing to her knees. The world around her blurred, the voices of Luca and Damien fading into an eerie silence. Then, the vision came. She saw a woman—tall, regal, with silver hair cascading down her back. Her golden eyes shimmered in the moonlight, and she stood before a throne carved from shimmering moonstone. Power radiated from her, familiar yet foreign. Eve knew, without a doubt, that this was her mother.

Each Guardian lit up, their spirits blooming into full radiance behind their eyes—Cheyenne’s glowing huntress, Isolde’s spectral twins, Chelsea’s storm-bound spirit, Nalia’s inferno halo, and Tora’s molten scale. They moved as one. Power surged. The sky dimmed. And the Mother screamed. The crystal prison cracked first with a hiss—then shattered in a pulse of dark magic so strong it sent Chelsea flying backward, landing hard with a cry. The Mother stepped through the dust cloud, glowing with stolen power, eyes now completely black. “You think you’ve come so far,” she sneered. “You still don’t understand what I am.” She snapped her fingers. The sky split open.

her mum said in an excited tone. Arlene turned the volume up to the loudest and they kept up with their mini karaoke which was pretty much loud, because people on the road started to look at them. But then none of them cared, to Arlene her mum was a vibe and not like the regular southingham mothers who were boring and lame. These were the moments she lived for, there was never a dull moment with her mum even though they had little cat fights, but it was normal with females. “Do you think dad would be back from work by now?” Arlene asked her mum who was still caught up in the blues of the music playing.

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.

“Good. What a fine kindness.” Zeus frowned, as if weighing whether to say more. But Hera gave a small whimper in his arms, and he carried her off without another backward look. My mother stayed in the temple, sliding slowly down the pillar to the floor. She drew her knees up, buried her face in her arms, and wept without a sound. I drifted beside her and did not know what to do.

He wouldn't have to wait for his mum to heal him again. "Stay with Riaz. I want to see mother for a second." Venusa said and Atlas nodded. Pulling up her gown to avoid tripping, Venusa went to her mother's residence. When she got there, she met her mother meditating. She sat beside her and meditated alongside. "You're troubled, daughter." Umbria said as she opened her eyes. "What's the matter?" Venusa sighed. She didn't know where to begin. Did she even need to say anything? This is her mother. She knows everything before anyone else does.

The static *screams*, and the world dissolves. --- **The Verdant's Heart** I'm in the Rootmother's memory. A primordial forest, untouched by time. The Rootmother isn't a monster here-she's a guardian, her thorns weaving a barrier between worlds. But the Architects came, their machines carving into her flesh, grafting their spiral-and-thorns into her roots. ***"They corrupted me,"*** her voice booms. ***"Turned me into a weapon. Now I'll return the favor."***