Resident Evil 7 Mother Novels & Stories

"Subject 22 is listed as Celeste Moonwright. Same date, different notation." She slides another image forward. Subject 22: Celeste Moonwright. Harvested March 15, 1999. Died during extraction—active resistance despite weakened state from recent childbirth. Sample quality: Poor due to subject's interference. Divine markers: Extensive, most powerful encountered. Recommended use: Ascension ritual, primary component. Note: Subject cursed sample before death. Recommend disposal and acquisition of subject's offspring when matured. The room spins. My mother didn't die from childbirth complications either. She was murdered while trying to protect me. And she cursed her own blood to make it useless t

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

I turned around, only to be greeted by a familiar face. I knew all too well, but this was younger. Much younger than she was during the time I knew her. My mother, whose features even in this realm burned brighter than anything around her. As my mother approached, she stopped midway and looked directly at me before her mouth dropped open at seeing me. Did she know who I was? Her mouth continued to open wider and wider as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, blood ran out her eyes, and the skies turned black as night. It was like something straight out of a horror movie. I backed away to get closer to the silver-eyed lady, but she was no longer there. When I turned back to my mother, she

Brady followed behind me, calling my name, "Eloise..." I looked straight at him. My voice was steady and emotionless as I spat out, "Your mother killed our babies."

I hit him hard on the chest twice. “Show me what you've got. Man, you're so ridiculous. You're such a big fool as to think that I have a hand in my daughter's disappearance. And my Mom? You had better leave her out of it. She knows nothing at all. She knows nothing about Etha.” He warned, defending the woman he called his mother. The guts! “Your mother is an absolute jezebel. She's an evil woman from the pit of hell. She deserves to die.” I was bold enough to speak ill of her to his face, not knowing what he had coming for me.

Something that was executed with horrifying precision. This was not about revenge or seizing power, it was a conquest. The doors creaked open, the shadow matriarch walked regal, bruised and her eyes burning in fury. Cinthye stood. "Mama." Her mother looked drained. For the first time since they met again she looked her age but not weak. Never. Just exhausted. " My little daredevil." Relief engulfed Cinthye's system she rushed towards her mother and hugs her. Tears welling up her eyes, mirroring the woman who she presumed dead.

he shouted, not sure who he was asking. The middle child closed his eyes. “She made a promise,” he said. “Not to the Dark. To the house.” --- Memory bled into the room. They saw their mother kneeling, long before her death, fingers digging into the earth beneath the floor. They saw her burying something wrapped in cloth — something that moved. They heard her voice cracking as she swore protection, shelter, inheritance. Take me instead, Lerato had pleaded. Leave them. The promise had been accepted. But not completed.

Right beside her, the mother suddenly snapped, her body starting to mutate, too. Hayley caught something strange. One of the woman's eyes had already turned a cloudy gray, while the other was still normal. It looked just like Griffin. But that didn't matter. "Raarh!" Even with only one eye fully turned, the mother erupted with full zombie strength, every trace of humanity gone. Hayley didn't hesitate and ended her with one swift slash as well. The whole thing took less than three seconds. When the mother and daughter hit the ground, Hayley searched their bodies and found two numbered keycards.

Every vampire conversation around us cut off mid-sentence. Lucien's face transformed. Rebecca retreated a step. "Lucien..." she whispered his name, her eyes brimming with tears. The lawyer's voice was cool and precise. "According to the Elder Council's investigation, Lucien Valerius maintained an extramarital intimate relationship with Rebecca Aurelian throughout the duration of his marriage, cohabiting publicly in a familial arrangement and jointly engaging in the unauthorized co-parenting of a minor hybrid heir." Gasps rippled through the crowd. Only a few familiar faces---friends of Lucien's who'd known all along---exchanged glances and quietly slipped away.

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m