Oblivion Night Mother Novels & Stories

“Before Holland came in and fucked everything up. She was running around in here for fifteen years, at least, screwing everything up. Everything is messed up now.” Looking around, Jo couldn’t possibly understand what might’ve been better before the Vampire Queen was in there. Had it been a fucking rose garden before? “She opened a bunch of fucking worm holes,” Christian continued. “They go through to other dimensions, including the one where your mom is hidden. She was trying to tunnel her way back to earth, but the rule of one left behind hadn’t changed. She couldn’t leave until someone else came in.” Jo had completely forgotten about that rule. How were they going to get out of there once

“Find the Mirror Gate! It will take you to the High Realm where your training must begin!” Evelyn reached for her, voice breaking— “Mom!” But the shadows surged. Her mother’s form was engulfed in darkness as she threw up a shield of light, blocking Kael’s approaching energy—and the Devourer at the same time. She screamed but didn’t let go. The last thing Evelyn heard was her mother’s breaking voice: “Live, my daughter! Live—and do not let the beast take you!” Then the realm split open beneath Evelyn’s feet. She fell.

In the margin of the map, there was a phrase written in faded ink: मेरा द्रुइड मित्र She didn’t fully understand what it meant, but her curiosity grew. Had her mother been there? Or was it just a game, or some secret story she had hidden in the book? Between the stuck pages, Scarlett discovered something else: there was a handwritten story, as if her mother had copied or invented it. “The druid and his forbidden love,” she read softly, intrigued. The story spoke of a powerful druid who lived in a hidden kingdom, a place full of magic and supernatural creatures. The druids had strict rules; they had to protect their world and could never bond with humans. But this druid, unfortunately, broke

“…we show her that monsters do not bow to humans, and that no hatred, no vendetta, no long a concealed truth can defeat the Stain bloodline.” Selene, Colton, and Merek exchanged determined glances. This was no longer just a mission—it was a war of survival, a confrontation with a woman whose hatred could reshape the world. And now, they knew the face behind the shadow: Samuel’s mother, the High Inquisitor, the woman who had been lost to time, now returned as the Mother of Monsters. Outside, the wind howled across the charred ruins of Stain Global, carrying the faint scent of molten gold from Samuel’s aura still burning in the aftermath of the drone assault.

"That woman is your mother-in-law, but look at how badly you've tortured her! She's my daughter and Connor's foster mother! How can you refuse to repent and continue insulting her? You're a horrible woman!" Ruby's face turned pale instantly. Connor had told her once before that he had a foster mother who was only three years older than he was. She always thought it was a kind of kink. That was why when Connor claimed that I was his mother, she refused to believe it and was sure that I was just a slutty vixen. She never expected all of this to be true.

And Eve felt the first spark of doubt take root in her chest. ________________________________________ Pain struck without warning. A sharp, searing agony bloomed in her skull, sending her crashing to her knees. The world around her blurred, the voices of Luca and Damien fading into an eerie silence. Then, the vision came. She saw a woman—tall, regal, with silver hair cascading down her back. Her golden eyes shimmered in the moonlight, and she stood before a throne carved from shimmering moonstone. Power radiated from her, familiar yet foreign. Eve knew, without a doubt, that this was her mother.

“You always did see too much.” Adrien swallowed hard. “Then tell me what this is. What The Mother means. Why the world’s falling apart.” She looked past him, to the horizon where the crimson half of the sky met the silver. “The Mother is not a title,” she said softly. “It is an origin. The first light that birthed the cycle. Dominion was my shadow. The Luna Queen my vessel. Every age of this realm… was me, dreaming.” He stared at her, unable to breathe. “You’re saying you created all of this?”

“Whether before the Moon or the blade.” The flicker of torchlight shook across the vaulted ceiling by the Queen Mother roar as the Council chamber murmured with shock and fear. Even though the High Priestess’s proclamation still hung heavy in the air: the Infidelity Mark was divine, permanent—and could even turn to vengeance if Luna Nyma were forced against her will. The stakes were getting higher and costlier than they thought it might be. At a quiet alcove near the throne, Queen Mother Ivora’s elder nanny, Mistress Vandis—once her childhood mentor in courtly ritual—stepped forward, gray hair braided with silver filaments of old blood-magics.

' eventually discovered there were prices she couldn't afford to pay." I try to rest that night, but the prophetic dreams return with increased intensity and clarity. The burning forest that breathes. The faceless who knows my name. The impossible choice they demand I make. Sometimes, in variations of the dream, I see a version of myself standing on a cliff made entirely of bone and ash, overlooking an endless wasteland. My children kneel behind me in the dust, bound by chains that glow with sickly light. I'm wearing a crown made of something alive and pulsing, something that weeps constantly. I can't tell if it's blood or shadow or something far worse. They look up at me with completely emp