Resident Evil 7 Mother Novels & Stories

"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.

Mother concluded in one breath, covering her mouth with her trembling hand as if she still found it hard to believe that we were talking about the same person. “Mother, the demons that attacked us last night seemed to have escaped from hell. They were surrounded by flames, twice as sharp fangs and as big as you can imagine. They were certainly not werewolves, rather hybrids of failed experiments. However, the word fear for Teresa did not exist. All this time, her wound, which was quite ugly and prevented her from walking, got completely healed. I tried to resist by myself until Liam arrived. I blocked Vicky from relieving her of the pain I felt, and then hell started for me. With the first b

I watched Mary's face on the screen as she recognized her opponent. Watched horror and grief and rage war across her expression. "No," she whispered. "No, that can't be her. My mother is dead." "Your mother is dead," Shade confirmed cruelly. "This is just the weapon we made from her body. She doesn't remember you. Doesn't remember anything except the commands we give her. And right now, her command is to kill you." The corrupted Evelyn attacked without hesitation. Mary barely dodged, rolling away from massive claws that could have disemboweled her.

"Mother?" "The woman you killed in the Seventh Level was just a 'Dormant' with my face, darling," Elena said, her laugh echoing through the dark. "I've been watching you from the Spire the whole time. And I have to say, your performance on the bridge was... adequate. But now, it’s time for the real family reunion. I have your father here. Would you like to hear him scream one last time before the air runs out?" I felt the Lagos-grit turn into a forest of ice in my veins. The twist wasn't just that she was alive.

Mother lunged. But I was faster. The fight was brutal—metal against will, fire against ice. Raven flanked, her rifle humming with shock pulses. Callum slammed into Mother’s side, pinning her against the command console. She laughed even as her systems failed. “She’ll come to me,” she hissed. “You can’t stop evolution.” “You’re not evolution,” I whispered. “You’re the past.” With one final surge, I drove the blade into her core. The light in her eyes flickered.

“The only person who can break Elena’s system.” Aria raised an eyebrow. “Another hacker?” Cassian’s voice dropped. “Not exactly. She’s not code. She’s history.” He opened the file. One photo. A woman. Mid-forties. Military posture. Ice in her eyes. Subject: Delia Vale. Status: Deceased (unconfirmed). Alias: Ghost of Ceres Protocol. Relation to C. Vale: Biological mother. Aria froze. “You’re telling me your mother’s alive?” “I’m telling you my mother never died officially,” he said. “And if anyone still has access to the backdoor Elena uses to clean internal threats…”

Danté saw Villa draw back her glance but her eyes where shocked, it seems like she just saw a ghost. "What's going on Villa?" He asked but she shook her head. "I, I don't know how this is possible but my mother is back!" "Your mother?" Rebecca stepped forward "Wasn't she some sort of evil witch!?" "Not just evil, powerful! Something is wrong here!" Villa said and held a hand to Danté "Give me one of your revolvers"

“What you’re saying is… my mother was born through your crazy experiment. And the only reason you didn’t kill her… is because her life is linked to yours?” He chuckled, the sound brittle but smug. “Ah. Finally, you’re listening.” I slammed the butt of my gun into his jaw. His head snapped sideways, blood splattering across the cold steel floor. “I said talk,” I growled. “Explain. Everything.” He groaned, coughed, then smiled again his teeth red. “Your mother was my masterpiece. Project EVE. Designed, not born. Her DNA was reconstructed from the strongest hybrid sequences I collected wolf, vampire, and human. She was never meant to live as one of them. She was meant to lead them. Control them

Still, she laughed. Until Isolde rose behind her, no longer just a vampire—no longer just a girl torn between the light and dark. Eirava and Zethra moved through her like breath and bone, and her voice was no longer her own. “You do not own me. You never did.” A violet glow burst from her fingertips, blood magic and shadow entwined, and she drove her hands deep into the Mother’s back—freezing her soul mid-scream. The Mother dropped to her knees, gasping, cracking, splintering apart. But it wasn’t over. Because the final blow had always belonged to Cheyenne.

Their whispers grew deafening, clawing at my mind, attempting to burrow into my thoughts. And then, I heard it. A voice among the whispers. Different. Clearer. Calling my name. I turned sharply, my pulse hammering. In the shifting darkness, a familiar figure stood. A woman with silver eyes, her face one I knew too well. My mother. It wasn’t possible. She was dead. I had buried her with my own hands. But there she was, standing in the abyss, her gaze sorrowful. “Elior,” she whispered. “You don’t belong here.”