Metal Lee Mother Novels & Stories

I had once stood in front of a travel program and quietly said that I wanted to see those places when I grew up. Several months later, Mother returned and contacted a child advocacy organization. Hundreds of thousands of people watched when the livestream began. Mother sat before the camera after her hair had gone mostly white. The empty wooden box rested on the table in front of her. For the first time, she told the world the truth about the black and gold stick game.

And I see tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Mama. I love you. But this has to happen." The cracks spread. Faster. Consuming more. We have minutes. Maybe seconds. Then I feel it. A hand on my shoulder. Warm. Familiar. Impossible. I turn. My mother stands there. Luna Celeste Sinclair. The one I thought was evil. The one who tried to destroy the mate bond system. "Mom?" I whisper. "How... you left. Went to heal." "I did. And in healing, I remembered something important." She looks at Luna. At her granddaughter. "Something the Moon Goddess made me forget."

"And my mother… was Samantha Horhetha Elvalour..the first She-Mafia. I fear no man born of a woman." My heels clicked against the stone as I walked away, every step tearing into the silence like a promise.

my mummo answers while kissing my forehead making me nod my head. “What did Da mean when he said you were a goddess?” I ask quietly, trying to avoid using my voice more than necessary, not wanting to be in more pain. “He should have kept his mouth shut; my mother was the original Moon Goddess Selene, creator of Lycans and vampires, I took her place a few millennia ago. Your father is among the first generation of Lycans as is my closest friend Helena, we grew up together as girls while I was groomed to take my mother’s place,” Mummo explains as simply as she can, while I lay there completely stunned.

Still your mother. Then she was gone. Silent. Leaving me standing in the aftermath of the battle with more questions than answers. “Elowen?” Lycian’s hand touched my shoulder. “You okay? You went pale. Like you saw a ghost.” “I heard one. My mother. She’s inside me somehow. Her consciousness. Her power. She just spoke to me.” I looked at him. “She said there’s more. That I’m supposed to be something called a true Moonsilver Alpha. That this is just the beginning.”

"That's a myth. I mean—we know there's a Moon Goddess, but no one has actually seen her, let alone getting informed about their mates." Yeah, my mom would definitely beg to differ. "I've felt it since we were kids, you know," she continued. "The bond we shared, the unspeakable feeling when we were together… I don’t need the Moon Goddess to tell me that Nathan Whitlock is my mate. I just know."

I thank her, even though I don't feel like eating right now. -"So..." Her left hand rubs her thigh up and down while the other tucks a loose silver hair strand behind her earlobe. "How's Liam doing?" She asks as I take a sip of the hot mocha. My mother's hair used to be black like mine, but it became full silvery-white twenty-two years ago after healing everyone after the war. She is Moon Goddess champion, and as her daughter, I am expected to fill her shoes, to be an influential figure just like her. It's a lot of pressure.

But I didn't stop her. I stayed awake the entire night, just waiting for any noise to come from the other room. Sure enough, I heard the screams in the middle of the night. Mom had waited until Dad was fast asleep before she took the sharp knife hidden under the pillow and stabbed his legs repeatedly. As she stabbed, she screamed in a frenzy. "Liam, I'm doing this for your own good. Don't worry. You can live without your legs. I'll stay by your side forever and take care of you!

“Wait. What?” River bites into the bar, chews, and mutters around it — “Can we get some real food?” She slumps down into the seat, hoodie bunched around her chin, knees pulled up. Her voice softens a little, but not enough. “You know that since last year, my mom has drawn the same devil card for Lee?”

"You're nothing but a parasite that fed off this family and then turned around and poisoned it!" The guests, who had been simmering with outrage moments earlier, began to waver and murmur among themselves once more. Dad raised a hand and signaled for the guards to let Mom go. "Faked? Then what about this?" The screen lit up again. This time it was Mom, sitting in a home office, patiently coaching a much younger version of me on how to lie over the phone and how to squeeze out tears on command so Dad would send money. In the video, my small hands fumbled with the phone while I looked up at her, confused and scared.