Holger Rune Mom Novels & Stories

he said hesitantly and I furrowed my brow not understanding. “How so?” Putting his hands on my shoulders he directed me to the couch and sat me down. “You're mom is the offspring of Eva Turgenev who was banished from her family,” he started. “What does that have to do with my queen tattoos?” “Eva got impregnated by Beowulf Turgenev, her first cousin, and your mom, Aella was the outcome. She told me but I was thinking that it was just one of her delusions and just humored her by nodding,” he muttered sullenly.

Not with what I had to do. I crossed the room with slow, deliberate steps and stopped before the vanity. The reflective glass showed a woman I almost didn’t recognize—hair tousled, eyes sharp as obsidian, lips still swollen from Damon’s earlier grip. The mark he left would fade soon. But its usefulness would not. I pulled open the drawer and lifted the silver flask—the last piece of my mother that existed in this world. The rune engraved on its surface shimmered faintly beneath the candlelight. A rune my father said belonged to warriors born under a cursed moon.

he stated, as if they were on a date and getting to know each other. "What would you like to know?" Leah frowned when her voice came out breathy and seductive. Since when do I talk like a $2 whore? She cleared her throat, smiled and started again. "Well, I am the oldest of five, and I live with my father and four younger brothers. My mother died ten years ago, so there is a severe lack of estrogen in the house." Ray chuckled and raised one eyebrow. "That must make things difficult when you want to bring males home."

That was one of the worst high school memories. “I will smack you across your head and throw you out of this house. I swear to god. Say another word, I dare you.” My mom roared. She has had enough. It was bad enough that she had to live with my father all the time, but when he made fun of me, she couldn’t stand it. ***

she said simply, "There is so much of her there." Finn suddenly sighed impatiently, "As much as I enjoy a good puzzle, could this be a little bit less cryptic? Please?" he said, and amusement quickly filled their expressions, only frustrating him further. "Who is, or.. was, Margrethe? Her Grandmother?" he asked, and Anne laughed brightly. "Goodness, no," she said, seeming to find the idea ridiculous, "Queen Freja was her Grandmother, Reagan's Mother. Margrethe was your Father's, Father's Mother," she said, turning to me.

The barn had burnt down 4 years ago, Kilian had helped them rebuild it. “Let’s get right down to business first.” She said pulling me from my thoughts. “Now that I know who you are child, tell me, who is your mother?” She directed the question at Helga. “My mother is the first hybrid Alpha. She has united witches, wolves, and now fae. Her power is pure and blessed by the goddess.” She spoke proudly. “All these years, I have lived near the Queen of the Alphas?” She asked rhetorically. “In that case, it has been my honor to know you. I will not sell you this house.” She said flatly.

the girl tells her mother who now appears shocked. “I forgot to introduce myself properly. My name is Linnea Rodriguez, a very well-known Math genius and software developer, daughter of David and Audrey Henderson, owners of the biggest imports and exports company in Florida, and wife of Nathan Rodriguez, CEO of Rodriguez enterprise. You don’t know how glad I am that you abandoned me at birth!” I spit my words at the stunned woman before me and I dash out of the house.

She also noticed the soft way with which he pronounced her mother's name. "Uhmm, yes. You know my mom?" Ruby asked, raising a brow before mentally slapping herself. Of course he knows her, Althreya is the highest matriarch of the northern region, even the gnomes know her and they live under rocks. Is it possible that her mom had a history with this man?

I didn't want anything to happen to the girl being smothered in front of me but I'd pay to watch her mother kill her father and find enjoyment in the act. "The only reason I'm still alive is because of Gunnar, mom." Persephone finally released Quinn from her death grip, smoothing out her daughter's soft strawberry blonde waves — their hair was a shared similarity but their eyes differed. Persephone had dull blue eyes while Quinn's were radiant. They were the type of blue that reminded me of the midday sun glimmering across the still ocean.