Resident Evil 7 Mother Novels & Stories

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.”

My mother could drug minds. Who was Mother?

Valeria put on a fake smile. “Mother, are you okay? I see that you’re not… Oh! My Goddess!” Zein’s eyes widened when he saw blood in his mother’s neck. “What happened to you?! Mom, are you okay? How did this happen to you?” “It’s nothing, Zein.” “No, let me see. You’re bleeding.” “It’s nothing, Zein.” “Mother, please.” “Zein!”

I screamed, fighting to rise, but the guards pinned me down. Lucian snarled, his body trembling with the effort not to shift and tear through the blades surrounding him. “Damien, I will end you. I will erase your bloodline from this world.” Damien smiled coldly. “I believe you. Which is why I prepared something special.” He snapped his fingers. The iron gates behind him creaked open, and a figure stepped out – a woman in ceremonial black robes, her eyes glazed with magic. “Mother,” I choked out. Recognition struck me like lightning. It was my mother – the witch who abandoned me at birth.

Ivy’s voice was barely above a whisper, but the fear was undeniable. Her mother stepped closer, and Ivy could almost feel the weight of her words pressing against her chest. “The darkness,” her mother said softly. “The very thing you’ve tried to bury. The curse of the Arkanis bloodline—your curse. It will follow you no matter where you go. No matter what you do.” Ivy’s stomach twisted, and she suddenly couldn’t breathe. “No… this isn’t real. I’m not a monster.” Her mother reached for her, and this time, Ivy didn’t pull away. But as her mother’s cold hands settled on her shoulders, Ivy felt a strange, almost magnetic pull toward her—a connection she couldn’t deny.

"The only solution… is surgery to remove part of the skin. Possibly even… some tissue…" At those words, Anna fainted on the spot. Carlo swallowed hard and forced his gaze away. "Don Vitale, the stern exploded! We have to evacuate immediately!" "Where's Madre?!" Marco suddenly ignored the agonizing pain below and roared. Carlo's face turned pale. With trembling hands, he held something out. "We searched the center of the explosion… this is all we found…" It was a charred high heel and a ring. The shock and searing pain struck his heart at once, and Marco spat out a mouthful of blood.

I looked around frantically for something, anything to use. "You can't stop it with a knife, Hazel." I spun around. Standing in the shadows of the wires was my mother. But she didn't look like herself. Her robotic arm was gone, replaced by a silver limb that was fused to the wall. Her eyes were solid gold. "Mom?" I whispered. "What did they do to you?" "I chose this," she said. Her voice sounded like it was coming from a long way away. "I couldn't beat them, so I became the system. I’m the one keeping the city alive, Hazel. If you destroy the core, you kill me too."

"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

She turns away from the fight to say something but is stopped by single spike through her chest. “Mother!” I start running towards her when something drops from above. It was obsidian, and smoothly polished. It was as tall as a tree and had no facial features. It reached for me, and I scrambled back. I was backed up against the wall when it was covered in an orb. Mother was on the floor, with my father standing over her, unscathed. She flung the orb out of the building and she screams.

That was my mother's legacy, and if I didn't act soon, it would become mine too. As the gold flakes fell to the ground, I remembered the last time I saw Hailey. She held a small vial, gold and gleaming, filled with my mother's ashes. Hailey had always been clever, always one step ahead. She must be using the remnants of my mother's soul, amplifying that darkness, wielding it to control the minions Katherine had created. For generations, my mother had poisoned her people, bringing them to the brink of death, only to revive them with magic and bind their souls to her. They were puppets, zombies. And in a way, we had all become part of her cursed play.