My Evil Mother Atwood Novels & Stories

Someone terrifying. The kind of woman I wanted to become. But before I could revel in that silent victory— I heard it. The sound of heels. Click. Click. Click. Heels, hard and deliberate, shattered the hush like bullets. I turned. Everyone did. And there she was. Dominic’s mother. And I only know her from last night when Jules took it upon herself to educate me on the Blackwood family. I still remember her words. “Evil stepmother type shit, red bloody lips because she sucks blood at 1am every midnight, sharp eyes to see your weakness, sharp claws to dig and dig into your fears so she can eat them for lunch.”

His old, cold and devilish self was coming back, and he feared he would only consume himself. "My mum is not a bad person. She reads to me every night, she sings to me, she helps me with my assignment, she makes sure I take my medications. She writes down all my dislikes in a book and she studies them everyday so she doesn't forget. How can a woman that calculative be Evil Huh? She asked, hitting her father and crying uncontrollably. Gordon didn't want to say further, but Amelia kept pushing. "She is different from the others.

The amber water soaked rapidly into the clean columns of her forensic audit, blurring the ink, bleeding the numbers together into formless, dark smudges. But the ruin on her desk was nothing compared to the absolute devastation inside her mind. Her entire reality collapsed in a single, agonizing heartbeat. Her mother's death wasn't an accident. It wasn't an act of God, an unpredictable patch of black ice, a slick Canadian road, or an unfortunate collision during a sudden summer storm.

And it felt so real. “NOOOO! I WILL NEVER LET HER DIE!” I rent out a soul shattering scream, praying the forest would give me another chance. “Just one more chance,” I choked out in a desperate whisper as my palms hit the grass before me. I couldn’t help it when what little contents lay in my stomach was regurgitated back up. I had failed. I had let my mother kill Evelina. The image of her lifeforce ebbing away as she screamed in pain seared itself behind my eyelids. This was my worst nightmare. Every molecule within my body, every atom, every cell rejected the idea of ever letting Evelina be harmed. And yet when my mother had gone for the kill, I couldn’t stop her.

She felt terrifyingly *dense*, as if she were a black hole wrapped in the soft, familiar skin of a ghost. My mother. The woman I had mourned in a hospital bed, the woman I had chased through a thousand miles of digital forest. She took a step forward, and the stone beneath her feet didn't just crack—it turned to ash, the very atoms of the reality being consumed to fuel her manifestation. --- ## Chapter 44: The Devouring Grace "Mom?" I whispered, though my voice was stripped of hope. I was a hollow shell, my Red Blood spent, my Grey Flame extinguished. I was just a girl standing in the wreckage of her own survival.

I said, my voice shaking with fury I was barely trying to contain. “That’s exactly why it worked.” my mother sobbed “She used a spell,” my mother went on. “ It was some type of ignition that stabbed the body beyond recognition, now what I am not quite sure of, is if Eve was supposed to be the scapegoat here but then I like to believe she was simply a victim of circumstance, she just had to show up at the time.” I felt sick.

My mother could drug minds. Who was Mother?

Every memory of her in Montgomery Moonrise had been washed away like she never existed . Only the echo of her mother’s wailing voice followed me into the darkness: “Purebloods are evil to the bone. They bullied my poor baby to death. And no matter how I tried, I couldn’t argue. Not when my hands were already stained with guilt I could never wash away.

But I could never have it — not with the brothers I had. They literally wanted to turn Nyra into a toy. I thought of my mother again, and suddenly, the memory turned dark. I saw the evil in her eyes as she attacked me. Sudden pain erupted in my chest, and I lost my balance. My body started trembling instantly as I felt myself reliving that day... the day everything changed. I could still hear the echoes of my pained screams as my own mother became a monster. I dropped to the ground and started writhing in pain.