Oblivion Night Mother Novels & Stories

She watched with that terrible calm, like a mother watching her children play with fire. "This is just a game to her," he muttered. But then the ground split. From beneath the Bone Tree’s cracked roots, a pulse of energy surged so strong it knocked many to their knees. The sky above turned crimson again, not from prophecy, but from *presence.* The Mother raised her arms. "You think this is my full form? No. This " she gestured to the sky " is my becoming." Lightning forked downward, striking the valley in three places. From each crater rose a figure one male, one female, and one indistinct. They radiated the same unnatural silence. The Trinity of the Hollowed.

I tried to lift my head, but the light was a solid wall, blinding and crushing, burning through my closed eyelids like hot needles pressed against my eyes. My mother’s voice drifted in from a distant memory on the southern ridge, back when the nights still carried the scent of pine smoke. "No one looks upon the Mother, Sienna," she had whispered, her rough fingers smoothing my hair. "Not the Alphas. Not even the Sinister Ruby of the Twelve Moons who guard the veil. The vessel cannot hold that much power." "Who is there?" I rasped, my throat raw and burning. "Please…" The crushing pressure slowly changed, growing warm and immense, far too gentle for something so powerful. The voice sank deep

"I really don't know anything, Mom. You told me to bring wine and a room key to someone called Mr. Davis. I have no idea how you ended up here..." I turned to the man on the floor and called out softly, "Mr. Davis… Please wake up..." Zayne's expression darkened with a cold, simmering rage. The instant he saw the fear flicker across Mom's face, he turned away without a second thought, not giving a damn about her dignity. Ignoring her desperate pleas for him to stay, he strode straight toward the elevator. Not long after, the man on the floor groaned and slowly sat up. When he saw the half-naked Mom and me standing in the doorway, he froze for a brief moment. Then he grabbed the only vase that

I touched the ground with a thud and scanned the area preparing to murder whoever had witnessed my super woman act. Satisfied with the environment, I jogged towards the flight of stairs and descended down two at a time consoling myself with my hyper Bitch mode that would disappear if I saw a lizard. God, I hated the creatures, they brought hell out of me. I could hear the sad beats of my heart pounding loudly as a result of fear that I refused to give attention. "Now you are fucked up, you did this to yourself, " my subconscious screamed at me.

My mother and I fall asleep together as my demons visit me when I'm asleep. The demons quickly began to infiltrate the area. I held wide arms to greet them. "Welcome, my friends and foes, I have called you here to let you know that I need you. We've had our days of love and hate, but today is for war. The enemies have come so close that it hits to the bone. The enemies stepped into our territory and attempted to take Mother's life without mercy. Mother is our maker and creator. She is our god, and we can't let her die. We cannot let the enemies step into our territory without facing the repercussions.

It was raw, primal, and loyal only to blood debts and secrets. Zara walked in wearing leather, no mask. She needed them to see her. A woman with fire in her eyes and vengeance in her veins. Word spread fast. Within an hour, she was brought before a woman known only as Madre Nocturne—blind in one eye, throat slashed decades ago, but with fingers in every illicit port from the Mediterranean to Dubai. Zara stood before her. “I need Salamander.” Madre Nocturne laughed with a rasp like broken teeth. “And I need a softer mattress. Neither of us get what we want.”

Her fingers brushed the glass of Leo’s marble. "Got you," she whispered. The Mother’s Final Format Seeing her "Master-Key" and her "User-Son" both within Elara’s grasp, the Mother didn't hesitate. She stepped off her platform, her form expanding until she was a goddess of White-Noise that filled the entire basement. "You think a 'Glitch' can own the Root?" the Mother’s voice was the sound of a thousand hard drives shattering. "I am the Host! I am the Platform! If you won't be the Governor, then no one will be!"

I was certain that he would not tell his mother of my unfaithfulness to her and the secret daughter that had been hidden away from her all of these years. “I will be, keep an eye on that slutty omega Elora. She is nothing but trouble that one.” I told him to which he looked slightly surprised but did not challenge my request. Being alpha meant what I said went. I was the leader of the pack. He closed the door behind him and my luna came stomping into the room with a look of thunder on her tired face. She still had it, even after these years and has given birth. Her body was to die for. My wolf still went crazy insane when she was near.

I hissed, rage beginning to claw its way up my throat. “I needed proof,” he said. “And time. Neither came easily.” Luka stepped closer, his eyes still fixed on me. “Damian, if you’re lying—” “I’m not,” he snapped. “But it’s time Elara knew the truth. All of it.” I crossed my arms tightly, bracing myself. “Say it.” Damian exhaled. “Your mother wasn’t just a mafia queen. She was part of something older, deeper. The Order of Sveta Noč—the Secret Night. A bloodline hidden within the Bratva, going back generations. Your mother was its last living matriarch.”

[The Heart of the Machine] The Silver Mother was an abomination of beauty. Standing in the hollowed core of the Zero Layer, she loomed over Dante and Ivy—a titan of shifting wires and mercury light, wearing Ivy’s own face like a stolen mask. Around them, the digital world was tearing at the seams, the violet sky curdling into a dark, oily static. "The resonance is perfect," the Mother’s voice boomed, a haunting choir of a thousand iterations. "Eighteen layers of suffering, filtered through the jealousy of a sister and the obsession of a son. You have finally generated enough heat to power the Heart."