Resident Evil 7 Mother Novels & Stories

It was as if memories and emotions took shape, converging into a spectral figure—an ethereal manifestation of her mother's soul. With tearful eyes and a heart brimming with emotions, Emily gazed upon the apparition of her mother. They communicated through a language beyond words—a profound exchange of love, understanding, and guidance. Her mother's presence reassured her, instilling a sense of purpose and a deepened connection to her vampire lineage.

The air in the black-marble tomb was stale, smelling of ozone and ancient, dried earth. My mother stood under the flickering torchlight, looking younger and more powerful than she ever had in the North. The frail woman I had carried out of the floating temple was gone; in her place stood a High Priestess of the Void. "Mama?" The word felt clumsy and small in my mouth. "How are you standing? You were dying."

Lila looked up, her eyes wide with terror, her face streaked with tears and dirt. ​“Cassian! Winnie!” she cried out, reaching through the bars. “Watch out! Behind you!” ​I spun around just in time to see the "Mother" figure stepping out of the shadows. She wasn't pale and fragile anymore. Her skin was translucent, showing the dark, pulsing veins beneath. Her eyes were solid black, voids that threatened to pull the very soul out of my body. ​“The girl belongs to the Night,” the woman said, her voice a chorus of a thousand screams. “And the Night is coming for its own.”

But my mother stepped in front of all of them before they moved. “You were decommissioned two years ago,” she said sharply. “I signed the order myself.” The mimic froze. Liam whispered, “What did she just say” Aleksander looked at me with a stiff expression. “Your mother worked on these things” Worked on them. Built them. Ordered them around. My throat tightened. “Mom… what are you doing here” She didn’t answer me. Not yet. She kept her gun raised at the mimic. “Unit Seven,” she commanded. “Stand down.”

You look so much like him. - The reunion was beautiful but... - The boss says from upstairs and a vampire behind my mom digs and digs his fingers into her windpipe and I get scared right away - we need our show. Then Seventh will kill his Tenth so that his mother may live, or leave the boy there to torture him to death so that Tenth can live. It must be painful to have fingers pressing into her neck. The longer it takes to make up her mind, the more she will suffer. My attention was focused on my mother's frightened eyes. Those eyes that a long time ago gave me love and affection and were now giving me pain and fear.

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 doubted if any woman in Cerberus territory could know what kind of hell we all went through in the Bloody Moon territory. "I can see it in your eyes. A disbelief. You think there is nothing worse than the place you came from. Well, let me tell you the whole story first. Then I will ask you if your story was more painful or your tears were for Eve. Eve's mother was learning a reanimation dark spell. And to learn that, she had an old witch in her home. Eve's mother was a witch. The old witch was almost out of time. The grim reaper was standing in front of Eve's mother to take the old witch away." Master Ryan added in a low tone. I was just listening to him without interrupting him.

The Hag's eyes widened as she stared intently at Ivana. "I remember you..." She sniffed the air around Ivana, her eyes narrowing. "Yes... it's you. Something's off about your scent. Have you been turned into a Voodoo Lwa?" Ivana's face showed a flicker of complex emotions. She nodded. "You remember me..." The Hag's expression darkened. "Where is your mother?" "My mother... she's dead..." "Dead?" The Hag's voice dripped with sarcasm. She lifted her head slightly and burst into eerie laughter.

The police officer later said that Mom confessed to everything. It turned out that Mom had a crush on Bryan early on. She drugged Bryan while on the vacation and screwed him. When Bryan’s parents found her doing, they furiously dragged her along to turn her in. In a fit of rage, Mom sought help to sabotage the brakes. According to the police officer, Bryan mentioned in his statement that Mom committed a follow-up murder. “A follow-up murder?” My blood ran cold. Apparently, Bryan told the cops that his mother hadn’t died in the car crash. Mom struck a tree branch into his mother’s abdomen, resulting in fatal blood loss.

“Dad?’ Silence. She creeped out of her bedroom inching slowly towards her parent’s bedroom at the end of the corridor. Deloris reached for the door which was slightly ajar and pushed it open. “Mum?” Her eyes widened in terror at the sight of her mother’s body laying limp on the floor. Her head had been severed from her body. Eyes hollow and staring at nothing. Deloris stood transfixed. Her lips trembled and her eyes pooled with tears as she muttered, “M... Mum...?” She hoped this was just another bad dream.