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Mother Gothel Evil Queen

The struggled mother

Aisha's life is a stark portrait of resilience forged in the crucible of relentless adversity. A single mother of five sons, each a living testament to a man who abandoned her, she endures the ceaseless, corrosive scorn of her close-knit community. Branded a "loose woman," her reputation precedes her, isolating her in a suffocating atmosphere of judgment. Her days are punctuated not only by the whispered disapproval of her neighbors, but also by the daily struggle to provide for her children, often with meager resources. Her reflection in a cracked mirror, a constant reminder of her shattered past and the seemingly insurmountable challenges of her present, becomes a symbol of her fragmented identity. Yet, beneath the crushing weight of despair, Aisha's fierce, unwavering love for her sons acts as a defiant shield. This love fuels her quiet rebellion against the societal forces that seek to break her spirit, driving her to find strength where none seems to exist. The story delves into the profound impact of societal judgment, particularly on women, exploring the ways in which it can isolate and dehumanize. It also illuminates the indomitable strength of female resilience, highlighting the power of maternal love to transcend even the most harrowing circumstances, and ultimately, to pave a path toward a fragile, hard-won hope. Beyond the societal scorn, her life is a constant battle against poverty. Each sunrise brings the daunting task of stretching meager resources to feed and clothe her five sons. Market days become a gauntlet of haggling and bartering, where every coin is a hard-won victory. Her hands, calloused and worn, tell the story of countless hours spent washing clothes, mending garments, and tending to the small, stubborn patch of land that provides a meager supplement to their diet. The boys, ranging in age from toddler to teenager, are both her burden and her salvation. They are a constant source of worry, yet their laughter and innocent affection provide the only respite from the crushing weight of her circumstances. This daily struggle, this relentless fight for survival, becomes another layer of her resilience, a testament to her unwavering determination to protect her children.
Jumoke_Hillary · 5.1K Views

Bound to Evil

They didn’t crawl out of myths, they tore their way through them. Twisted beasts, forgotten monstrosities, returning to remind humanity why even remembering their names once felt like a mistake. The sky cracked. Fire fell. Oceans boiled. Cities bled. No warning came, only monsters, and with them a power system of unknown origins. Salvation perhaps, but not for all. It gave no strength to the unworthy, no shield to the coward. But to the brave and the gifted, it gave claws. As for the gods... they stood still, silent. But not necessarily uninvolved. For Lazar, the apocalypse was terrifying, sure. But mostly inconvenient. Nothing ruins carefully plotted revenge like the end of civilization. Most people crumbled. Lazar didn’t. Hope was a lie, luck was noise—he’d never relied on either. Cold, analytical, merciless: traits that made him dangerous before the fall. Now, they made him untouchable. The skills he’d honed for vengeance were the very ones demanded by this new world. And vengeance doesn’t vanish just because the world ends. It waits. He walks the ruins with people cut from the same jagged stone. Survivors, killers, outliers who aren’t just tolerated—they’re chosen. Lazar doesn’t carry dead weight. He builds a pack. They cross blood-soaked cities, twisted forests, and battlefields drowned in ash. The new world obeys one rule: evolve or die. Power comes at a cost, and hesitation gets you eaten. But the monsters aren’t the only predators. Some gods want their relevance back. Some humans want order. And some just want Lazar dead—because he doesn’t kneel, doesn’t follow, and doesn’t flinch. There’s a storm coming. Bigger than the one that ended the world. And Lazar intends to walk straight through it. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hello, I'm Barbare, the author. I hope you will like this novel and that you will help me improve it if you have something to criticize, I already wrote a novel in the past but I am far from being an expert after all. If you like it let me know by adding it to your library or vote for it. I hope you have as much fun reading as I wrote, or more because the writing process is not always fun. Good reading.
Barbare · 1.7M Views

Malevolent's Queen : Mother of the Void (Oneshot)

Centuries ago. A planetary alignment formed—followed by a total eclipse unlike any before. The sky turned void-black. Then came the silent impact: beams of blinding light struck Earth, knocking every living thing unconscious. Hours later, people awoke changed. Some had powers—magic. But horrors followed. Misshapen beings—Malevolents—emerged, far stronger than humans, drawn to blood and chaos. Civilization collapsed in months. Survivors adapted, learning to harness mana—the world's latent energy. Some fought. Some experimented. Some betrayed. Yet, even that wasn’t enough. Malevolents evolved, with leaders called Apexes, some wielding terrifying magic. Decades later, a fateful expedition arrived on a “safe” island. Among them, a prodigious young knight. What they found was an Apex ambush. In desperation, an elder cast a forbidden spell—summoning a being not from the past, but a future: a woman of cosmic void, wielding overwhelming power. She crushed the Malevolents, wounded the Apex, then vanished—after asking: “Where… my… beloved…child…?” The spell drained all present. The elder later died, leaving a final warning: She was human, yet wielded Void-Malevolent Mana—a mixture never seen before. This revelation alarmed both kingdoms and the Malevolents. If she fell into the wrong hands, the world could end. Quiet global orders followed: Protect all women, especially the one with high-mana. Destroy all traces of the forbidden spell. Prevent her awakening by the Malevolents—no matter the cost. Her face remains unknown. But the black void eyes—and a diagonal scar—may one day return.
Uncrowned_Person · 1.4K Views
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