Oblivion Night Mother Novels & Stories

Not being able to look her in the eyes, I say, “Mom. I thought I had a nightmare last night, but now I don’t know.” I glance up and look into her eyes, seeing what I already knew and feared. The same eyes I saw last night, peering back at me. Suddenly, I feel her cold bony fingers on my chin and I shrink away from her touch. She grabs my arm with her other hand and squeezes tight. I try to fight, but she seems to have inhuman strength. “You aren’t going anywhere. I want you to get ready for bed, you look so tired. Besides, when dad gets home he won’t want to see you like this.” She says with that dreadful voice that chills my very soul.

It was official, the old me was back and it felt so good. None of the angels at Halo had given me information that I could use. I had to find someone that would be able to give me more information about Gabe. I decided to go back to Seraphine, hoping that she may have some more information. I arrived at the shop that my mother used as her place of business. The lights were all turned off and the doors were locked. I snapped my fingers and found myself inside the shop. The air inside the shop was heavy and thick. I didn't see my mother anywhere and there was a negative feeling surrounding me. A chill ran down my spine as I inched deeper into the shop.

“Then tell me why Aunt Sonia sent us packing, and who did this to your face?” “Tyler, I know this woman in the picture.” “No, you don’t.” “Tyler, I do,” she said, her tone firm this time. He blinked. “You know her?” “Yes. Who’s the baby?” “Mom, that’s Olivia.” “Olivia?” “Yes. That’s Olivia, and her mom.” “No, it can’t be,” Rose said, still in disbelief. “Olivia told me that’s her mother.” “This is Jasmine. I know her,” Rose said.

The same feeling he had experienced inside the collapsing ritual hall, the same feeling he had felt when the mirror shattered and it was the same feeling that had haunted him ever since. Something was wrong Or perhaps— Something had awakened. The night wind blew across the mountains. Then suddenly—Pain exploded through his skull. Draven staggered as a sharp grunt escaped him and is vision blurred. The world around him disappeared. It was just darkness... Endless darkness. Then— A woman's voice. Soft, familiar and painfully familiar. "Draven..." His eyes widened. "Mother?" A figure stood within the darkness. But even in the darkness, she was beautiful, graceful, and dressed in silver robes.

Alexander studied the token carefully. Ancient magic glowed within it. Finally, he nodded."The debt must be honored." "Lucian and Vivian remain in Blood Moon territory." "Their fate is yours to decide, Lady Sophia." Father's face went pale,Vivian started to cry. But Mother's eyes were cold as winter. "Thank you, Your Majesty. The Blood Moon Pack will cleanse its own corruption." The Council members left one by one. Leaving Mother alone with her prey. From grieving mother to avenging alpha.

“Let him come. Giovanni is a footnote in a war that spans centuries. He wants chaos. I offer dominion. The world will bow — not to him. Not to Lorenzo. But to me.” She stepped toward a statue hidden beneath a drape and pulled it away. It was herself, carved in marble, crowned and barefoot, holding a dagger in one hand and a child in the other. Giordano lowered his head. “Madre delle Ombre.” Mother of Shadows. Luciana De Rossi turned toward her assembled cloaked allies. “Swear your loyalty to the bloodline buried but not broken. Swear it now… or be consumed by the fire I will unleash.”

"Martin, are you even human? Those are Mom's ashes! You killed her to please Waverly, and now you've scattered her remains too. Are you happy now?" Martin's eyes widened in shock, and he immediately told everyone to stop throwing things away. With trembling hands, he called his department, and moments later, his expression grew heavy. Just when I thought he might feel remorse, he suddenly ordered people to snatch the urn from my hands. I held on tight, sobbing loudly. "Martin, what are you doing? That's Mom's urn! She's your own mother! Make them let go! Let go!" Martin took the urn from them, staring down at me with cold disappointment as I fell apart on the floor. "What kind of terrible th

Creek beside her, pale. “It’s drinking her,” Sky whispers. “Not eating. Learning.” Moira’s body is gone. Not decayed. Absorbed. The white flower above her grave is now a vine, wrapped around the seed. “It’s not Null anymore,” Creek says. “It’s… something else.” The seed pulses again, and I hear it — not with ears. With the crown. Mother? I stumble back. Draven catches me. “It called me Mother,” I say. Eli appears in the doorway, Jonah still asleep in his arms. He hears it too. His face goes white.

The effort of the War had taken its toll on her, but her eyes were as sharp as ever. "The Sisters of the Void," Hala whispered, her gaze fixed on the black spot on the map. "They are the 'Umbra-Mothers.' Before the First Alpha, before the Moon Goddess birthed the first wolf, there was only the Deep. The Sisters are the hunger that existed before the light. They don't have bodies; they inhabit the cracks in the soul." "And Selene?" I asked. "Is she with them?"

Not in body, but in presence. A mantle of shadows took over the clearing. The torches went out with a sharp crack. The ancestral runes of the Lycans, the ones that protected the ritual, burned and dissolved like ash carried by the wind. The moon, previously red, went completely dark for a second. And a voice, whispered by a thousand mouths, spoke not to the ears but to the soul of everyone present: “The Daughter recognizes the Mother. The Blood has been sealed. The Womb will be opened. The Ancient will return through the flesh of the Chosen One. And with it… The Eternal Night.”