Resident Evil 7 Mother Novels & Stories

I stepped forward but froze, and then the dream echoed in my mind. “Mother, what do you really want?” I blurted out wishing it wasn't true and it indeed was my mother, “I know it's not the real you. All dead and resurrected beings have been corrupted and sadly you are part of them. This is the evil side of you, my mother is dead.” Her face went red from being discovered, “Alright then,” she muttered, “I'm here to kill you.” **🥀** 🥀 ARLO'S POV 🥀

of reality was devalued to zero. And then, a new voice spoke….a voice from the basement stairs of the real world. "Rule Number Seventeen," the voice said. Mia and Elara both turned. Standing at the edge of the void was a woman who looked exactly like their mother, but she was holding a silver shotgun and wearing combat boots. "The Vances don't pay debts," the Mother said, leveling the gun at the Chairman’s holographic head. "We collect them. And I’ve been undercover in the Auditor’s office for a long, long time."

*"The Ouroboros Clan cursed me to sleep. Your serpents' song cut my chains." Eden stepped forward, defiant. "We didn't free you." *"No."* Her coral lips split into a smile. *"Your fear did."* The trench collapsed. --- **EDEN'S POV** We surfaced in a cavern of ice and iron, the walls etched with murals of wolves tearing out their own throats. The Mother loomed above us, her true form flickering-a woman, a wraith, a *concept*. "What do you want?" Kelly demanded.

Thump-thump. It was coming from the center of the square. I sat up and looked toward the sarcophagus. The seal was broken. The statue of Fenris was gone—shattered into a thousand pieces. And standing in the center of the ruins was a woman. She wasn't the Matriarch. She wasn't the Weaver. She was a woman in a simple blue dress, with brown hair and warm, human eyes. **My Mother.** She looked at me, and she didn't smile. She looked at me with a hunger that made my blood turn to ice.

“Have you seen ‘Resident Evil 7’ before?” Bernard questioned the secretary instead of answering the question. “Huh?” The secretary was a little surprised and was not sure why the question was asked, but she responded, “I’ve seen a little of it before.” Bernard continued, “In the game, the antagonist, Eveline, was made into a bioweapon who could turn every single part of her body into a weapon, and she could even infect others with the mold she created.

"Be ready." The door closed behind her with a decisive click. I turned to Mother, the question I'd been holding back finally surfacing. "Can we really defeat a hybrid? Something part vampire?" Mother's smile was thin and dangerous. "Everything that lives can die, my son. We just need to find the right weapon." She moved to a hidden panel in the wall, sliding it open to reveal a small compartment. From it, she withdrew an ancient book, its cover worn with age. "And I think I know where to start looking."

“Everything you did for me was never out of love as a mother, but only to make up for your guilt and because you are possessive to the point of madness. “This whole time, your protection was all about control. Your nurturing is all about manipulation. “You treated me like I was a project of yours. You couldn’t handle any flaws in me, and couldn't stomach the thought of me escaping your control. “In my past life, when I fell in love with a boy that you considered imperfect, you killed him without hesitation, then you killed me too. “I am not a replacement for Astrid. Nor am I your beloved daughter. “I am only a prisoner whom you used to satisfy your desires for control.” Everything I said cut

The other witch was purposely peeing on dead mortals and resurrecting them without blood to be her army. When they fought, both mother and father suffered equal and sufficient damage to die. But a witch is a witch. I guess it had always been their nature to be smart, always adaptive and using wit. Mother made sure that I shall be born alive, even if she’s not. She casted la resurrezione – a spell to resurrect a dead body – in this case, she casted it upon me. This spell, however, requires more than two sacrifices. My mother, in the last minute of her life, sacrificed hers, the witch’s, and father’s life.

Rector replied with a snarl, sliding down from Mhurl’s back. “This shell fits quite nicely I have to admit, her meridian of magic is still here, even after her soul parted all those years ago, it is no wonder your magic is fading, having to draw so much to keep her in such good shape, it is quite extraordinary how powerful she still is and it has proven quite useful.” “Who is that and why does she look so familiar?” Rex asked Rector, he swore he had seen her somewhere before, maybe a painting. “That is your mother, but with a parasite at the helm” Rector replied with a snarl.

I could feel her brown eyes glaring at me, accusing me, but refused to look at her. "In case you hadn't noticed," my mother said, "we tried." "We almost had it!" Celeste grew bolder. Had been pushing her luck ever since the whole Moromond debacle. My mother shot to her feet and was in the tall woman's face so fast I would have missed it if I wasn't watching her. She must have used power to get herself there so quickly and not for the first time I wondered what affect the vampire, demon and Sidhe mix of blood was having on her.