My Mother Anime Novels & Stories

“Ashina couldn’t we just leave him this way a little longer? I so like your mate like this.” “NO! Mother we are at war, and his skills are greatly valued at this point! Besides you need to respect Andor, he is my mate! Now TURN HIM BACK!” In a grimace and a pout, my mother looked like a child. My mother's ability to run a kingdom was beyond my comprehension. As I growled at my mother for her sluggishness, my mother huffed and with just a snap of her fingers, Andor was back, naked as ever.

"He’s your son! How could you do this? It’s... it’s sick." "He stopped being my son the moment he signed my death warrant," he replied, his eyes turning into chips of black ice. He stood up, towering over me, his powerful physique a testament to the brutal discipline he’d used to rebuild his life. "He’s a weak, sniveling squatter in a house built on my blood. He failed to protect you, and he failed to kill me. Now, he’s just a ghost in a suit, and you’re the woman who belongs to the man he tried to murder."

But I would do that later on. I didn’t want to use my mana on them because I wanted to take my mother away from here first. I nodded at my mate before turning my body around to face where my mother lies. And I couldn’t believe when her face came into view. There was no denying that the woman in there was not an ordinary shifter. She looked ethereal—not the mother I had seen growing up. Mama died with short hair, but her long hair was spread out as if someone had just brushed it to perfection.

After that, she sat on the couch, holding my portrait as she waited for death to claim her. I glided over and looked at her. Her breathing was getting faster, and her pupils started to dilate. Her lips were dyed a striking red. "Why did you do that, Mom? Do you think death will grant you my understanding?" 'It will not. I will never forgive you!' I thought vehemently. My mother's life was slipping away, and so was the vague connection tying me to her. I glided to the house's entrance. The moment I was at the entrance, the connection was no more. My mother called out to me, "Jessica!" She was careful, but there was ecstasy in her eyes.

With this, Anita went back to sitting on a stool by the corner and Dylan came back to standing beside the wall next to me while my mother turned to face us now. She looked mad. Really mad. “I’m going to kill Anne.” She said with gnashed teeth and Anita protested immediately. “Mother!” “Silence!” My Mother shunned her at once and then looked back at the lot of us. “But first, I’m going to capture that roaming animal and present her beaten-up body to Anne to show her that no one— I mean, no one, is above me!” She bawled fiercely and I looked at Abasha to see her smirking very quietly and then looked at Ivanka to see her nodding her head and smiling to match my mother’s aggressive energy.

On the night of Mom's birthday, as she was making a wish under the moon, Dad suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered something. My usually cautious mother, who valued her life above all else, turned around after hearing those words and jumped straight into the pack's silver pit. The silver pit is deadly for us werewolves; only those with a death wish would go there. After Mom died, Dad became infamous. Because Mom was the most cautious person in our pack, her sudden suicide by jumping into the silver pit had to be triggered by Dad's whispered words.

During a holiday, when I told my mother that my boyfriend would be coming to my house, her expression darkened. Tears welled up in her eyes as she touched my face and said in a hoarse voice, “Oh my God... Thank God you’re still alive. “Do you remember what day this is? This time, I’m not letting you die.” She acted as if she were possessed and screamed at me hysterically, “He’s a serial killer! We’ll all die if he comes today. Last time around, I was the only one left!” I believed her. I broke up with him and called the police to have him arrested. I let out a sigh of relief as I watched him get taken away, and my mother revealed a triumphant smile. She then said calmly, “That’s that.

I was introduced into this world on the eve of my mother's death. Through the many stories of my father, I learned what I could about the woman I loved but would never know. She was called Sakura after the season of the cherry blossoms. She was a petite, delicate woman of pale skin. In her joy and happiness, she would turn the gentle pink of the flowers of the season. My father was named Homura after the blaze one would see during his anger if it ever showed.

“Aki? May I come in?” She didn’t reply. She heard her mother’s voice telling her retinue to wait outside. She felt her slide the door open and shut then walk towards her. She sat on the edge of her bed. Aki kept her back turned to her mother, shutting her eyes tight to trap the stubborn tears. “Aki, I know you’re awake,” her mother’s sweet and gentle voice rang in her ears. It wasn’t a whisper but her mother had that unique ability to always sound calm and soothing. It pacified anyone who heard it, including Aki’s father when he was alive. Aki wished she had inherited that from her.

Her being intimidated earlier was now gone, making her realize that his parents were warm, nice, and kind people. "Welcome to the family, hija. We've been looking forward to meeting you since Ira told us about your intimate wedding in Japan." "Thank you, ma'am," Chloe politely denoted. "Call me Mommy from now on," Helena assured her and added, "your mom-in-law wants to have a solid bond with you, sweetheart. I hope you don't mind." Shaking her head, she said, "None at all, M-mommy." "Anyway, congratulations to the new momma! I am excited to see your baby bump swelling gorgeously."