Vegeta's Mother Novels & Stories

“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?”

Viktor said. Cold anger filled me. "Where's my mother?" We watched for an hour before we saw her—Ingrid Devereaux, my mother, emerged from the house flanked by two Guardians and someone else. I squinted to see better. "That's Celeste," I hissed. "The witch who helped Kamla fake the mate bond." The witch was smiling, clearly pleased with herself. My mother looked worried. My phone vibrated in my pocket—a text from an unknown number:

a gentle voice whispered. Zayla snapped her head to the left. There sat Helena, her mother, bathed in an ethereal glow of blue and white light. Zayla’s face lit up with pure radiance. "Mother! You actually came!" "I promised I would, didn't I?" Helena said, her smile warm and full of grace. Zayla nodded eagerly. "Yes, you did. I’m so happy to see you again." She reached out instinctively, wishing she could pull her mother into a hug, but she knew her arms would only pass through the light.

Vincent stood still, his claws lowering just a bit while her mother tilted her head, observing intently. Camela's voice wavered but she pushed through it anyway. “I don’t know if you’re real. I don’t know if you’re a ghost, or another trick, or something my father created. But I do know this…if you chose to stay back, Mother, then what you did was wrong. You remained silent while you watched him carve his name into me with his voice.” Her mother's facial expression flickered, revealing grief for the first time. “Camela…”

I give her a knowing smile, and while I lightly apply makeup, I continue my story. "Then mom goes to Passione Proibita to give orders for hours until some meddler tells dad that his wife is there and that there are several guys hovering around her like vultures. Then dad rushes out like a bat out of hell to find her, and when they get home, they have a great time." I say the last part with a slight shiver. "Yelizaveta! Did your mother teach you that, or are you spying on your parents?" Aunt Melike asks, half amused, half annoyed.

a smug-sounding voice said. Like a ghost, Elder Vulcan emerged from the shadows, his robe rustling on the grass. His amused eyes, which were always cold, glittered. Kieran relaxed his sword grip. Sab's blade remained up while he sheathed him. Kieran's voice faltered a little. “Where's my mom?” Vulcan turned to the cottage. “Take her out,” he ordered. A weak woman was pulled between two men who emerged from within. He saw his mother and she ran to his waiting arms.

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

Gnapika watched her mother, Ambika, walk away, her shoulders heavy with unspoken sorrow. The tension in the air was almost unbearable, and the pain etched on her mother’s face ignited a fire of anger within her. She turned her gaze toward her father, Rudra, who stood there in the dim light, still holding the guitar as if it were his last lifeline.

Veles and Theodore had the same silvery plated hairs, despite the difference in their sizes and builds, they had the same set of features, not entirely but if Veles shave his stubble, I was sure they’d look identical. “Veles! Honey!” Veles snickered at Theodore as he stepped aside and took the running woman in his arms. My breath hitched as she neared and engulfed him in a loving embrace. My heart palpitated with uneasy beats. Her resemblance to her sons was surprising. “Mother,” he gently snuggled to her and closed his eyes and sighed. Bliss. His face represented serenity in his mother’s hold. Something I rarely felt. Seeing him with his mother made me realise that I had lost a big part of

“Mom, I'm here.” A simple grave and a modest headstone were all that remained of my mother. “Mom, I found the truth.” I crouched down and placed the photograph beside the grave. The image Margaret took was blurry, the figures faded with age, but I could still make out the silhouette. “The man who hurt you didn't die by my hand.” I paused. “He was destroyed by his own greed.” The night before, Victor's condition deteriorated rapidly.