Mother's Name On Bewitched Novels & Stories

he asked curiously and I shrugged. "I haven't any idea," I mumbled sadly and he exhaled deeply. Grim pulled me through the next tests and stopped to speak with the test creator. He told me to call my father and ask him about my mother. I pulled out my cell phone and called Deagon. I spoke to Viktor and he would only give me her name Evanore Shadowsoul. He said she was a dark witch and had captured him in a binding spell and that was why he and Deagon had split up. Wow it was crazy how everything was intertwined. I told Grim that there was nothing usual about my mother as I didn't want to share the information I'd just received. He seemed to be lost in thought. He poured us both a large glass

Greg observed her, waiting. To his utter shock, he noticed that the mirror on the wall had started to shine. Camille turned around, and it looked like she was surprised by that, too, as her face became paler. She faced the mirror and waited. After what felt like ages, there was an image of the woman on the glass. But it was not Camille's reflection. The woman in the mirror was gorgeous, with jet-black hair and a cold, stern look. Greg could not believe his own eyes when he recognized her. That was a Mother, the highest witch from the coven he had visited recently. He focused on hearing what the women could talk about.

“We told you that I’m kind of… uh… special, right?” “You mean that you are some kind of badass witch, yes,” she said, and I could hear the smile in her voice. I laughed. “I wouldn’t say a badass, but yes, I am a witch,” I confessed. “There’s a lot I’m trying to figure out and I even found a witch mentor to help me train my abilities. But I guess my mother’s coven has been after me for a long time. The problem is my mother put a parental block spell on me when I was born. Without my father’s given consent, the coven isn’t allowed to take me away.”

We met the face of the woman in the picture, and our faces went pale. The woman in the picture was our mother. At once, everything made sense. “That can’t be,” I said sharply. The woman snickered. “Well, she lived here. Her name was Ria. Before she moved.” Bennett’s hands shook as he held the picture. Our mother wasn’t just dead. She was hiding, practicing dark magic. Teresa’s face flashed in my head. Ria could be the one behind the curse and the bond.

Three more bodies lay inside, so badly decomposed I couldn't even identify their faces or gender. I stumbled backward, the urge to run taking control over my body. The plant's roots were stretched into all four containers, piercing into each of the bodies as if it were feeding on them. Amidst the silence in the hidden chamber, Jean spoke again. "Do you know… your mom kills someone every month?" A sharp ringing filled my ears the moment her words fell. Then, I learned about a version of Mom I had never known through Jean. Jean told me how Mom would abduct a living person—mostly women—every month. She'd keep them locked in the attic, drawing their blood daily to nourish the plant in the center

Accalia purred, "So what should I do? Should I leave her for you," the witch answered me in her choked voice, "I gave you whatever you asked me. How dare you to take away my mate," I drew her body near my crescent eyes, "Mother," Accalia screamed, My ear sensed something unusual; Mother; the witch is her mother. I threw her down. "What? She is your mother," I walked towards Accalia, "Yes," a tear rolled from her eyes, I apologized for my behavior,

“This doesn’t make any sense, Cole. None of it makes sense.” She turns then, her full attention landing on Eunia as she moves forward. Eunia straightens slightly and I feel her grip tighten around my hand. “You,” Mother says, pointing at her. “You’re some kind of witch, aren’t you?” My spine stiffens. “Mother, that’s enough.” But she doesn’t stop. “What did you do to bewitch my son? What kind of spell did you cast to make him throw away everything—his judgment, his senses, his relationship with his own mother—just to marry you?”

“How far back does this story go?” “For you and me? I’d say it goes back to our parents.” “Then start there.” I straightened my spine, waiting. She began with, “Our mothers were best friends.” I already knew that, but let her speak uninterrupted. “My mother’s maiden name was Ravenswood. She came from a family of dark witches and married into the Nightling legacy. Dark witches are sworn to secrecy, first with magic and later with indoctrination.” She swallowed hard. “Which is why I’ve always known what I was and could never tell you.”

There was a sharp contrast between how he looked at me in the morning when we woke and now. “That – is not funny.” His brows furrowed for a split second. “That is a poor excuse.” “Yes, it sounds crazy and – and after all I have done, you have every right not to believe me but – but it is the truth. My mother – My mother was a witch.” I winced as words bubbled out of my mouth. “You – never met your mother,” he said as if to remind me. “How can you –“ “Yes, I never met my mother but Cedric –“ A growl rumbled in his chest. “He knew my mother. They are – were from the same coven – now – I went to see the coven and there are a lot of them and –“

Over and over. I am so confused and keep looking between my mother and the witch, what is happening? ‘Kurat, step back she's about to take her place’ Gideons voice reaches my mind before our mother speaks again. “I Queen Eulalie Kazimir, former Eulalie Midnight the rightful high priestess of the Sombrear coven now take my place.” My eyes grow wide as the robed witches fall to their knees, the one called Harrasa screams as her rank is ripped from her and a black mist surrounds my mother adding a black tinge to her normally golden aura.