Rwby Blake's Mom Novels & Stories

A second later, he started shouting. "What the hell are you talking about? My dad bought this for me! Get out of here, you broke loser. Nobody wants to hear your crazy talk!" "Broke loser?" I repeated the words slowly, the corner of my mouth curling up. Uncle Keith and Mom came rushing over when they heard the commotion. The moment Mom saw me, her expression turned ugly. "Sawyer Reeves! Have you lost your mind? What are you doing here making a scene? Get out of here, now!"

I finished brushing and walked back to the room to see Jake dressed in a sweatpants and sweatshirt. “What do you plan to do to Matthew and Raquel?” I asked as I slipped on my top. “Let’s go.” He said instead. I paused, looking at him. He cannot be lenient with Raquel and Matthew. He cannot! “You can’t be lenient with them.” I say, tying my hair into a ponytail and walked out of the room, knowing everything will finally be cleared today. We got downstairs where the rest of the pack were. Vanessa was sitting beside Darla who was supporting her. Dario, Uncle Marcus, The gamma were all present. The gamma seemed to have resigned to fate.

But he'd already taken a step back, screaming through his tears: "You think I'm annoying!" Luke turned and ran. My face changed. I chased after him and caught him mid-flight, still struggling in my grip. My chest burned. I looked to Rebecca for help, but she just stood in the doorway, expression complicated, making no move to assist. She looked at me and said quietly: "Lucien, I told you a long time ago---I'm not ready to be a mother." Silence fell, broken only by Luke's hitching sobs. The realization struck again, sharper this time.

, she said, shaking my hand. Rachel blake, that's it... what a small world. So Blake only child is all grown up now and looking like a bag of pumpkins. We hardly get to see his daughter, the last time I did, she was 11yrs old. From what I know, Rachel was born to a black mother.

Jade's POV It was finally Saturday, I could sit back and just enjoy the day or so I thought. My mum came back early this morning and suggested we all do a family bonding thing-- you'd think someone who just came back from pulling a night shift would be more tired-- even though Blake wasn't exactly part of the family, she thought that Blake and I were fighting and wanted to do this. "We're not fighting ma'am, I promise." he begged, he also wanted to stay in today, we all did. Jonathan was sporting a killer headache and I just wanted to sleep, maybe Blake still had that girl in his room and was thinking of ways to get her out.

He asked. “I will because you don't deserve me either,” I muttered even though my heart was clenching in pain. “I, Beatrice Blake, accept the rejection of my mate, Ethan Wood,” I muttered and I felt a sharp pain piercing through my heart. He held his chest. He felt the pain too. The bond that ties us as mates has been severed with a single word of rejection. Every day of being together till eternity has been shattered. “Goodbye,” he said and left without sparing a glance at me.

The door opened a few seconds after I knocked and Blake’s mother stood there wearing a silk robe, her hair still slightly messy from sleep. “Oh,” she said with a small smile. “Good morning, Arya.” Behind her, Blake’s father was buttoning the cuffs of his shirt. “Is breakfast ready already?” he asked with a teasing smile. Normally, I would have smiled back and joked with him, but I couldn't… not today. The moment they saw my face properly, their expressions changed. “Arya?” Blake’s mother asked softly. “What’s wrong?” “It’s Blake… he didn’t come home last night.”

Blake's POV "Blake, I will test the character of the kids' mother myself. By the way, what is her background? Tell me," continued Patricia. I had no choice but to answer, "She is the adopted daughter of the Alpha of Blake Moon Pack. She does not know who her biological parents are." "What?" Patricia's expression froze. I lowered my gaze. My heart was filled with sorrow for the past. Patricia was silent for a long time and suddenly said, "Your mother is also someone's adopted daughter. When your father told us that she was his mate, I hoped he could refuse her, but your father insisted on choosing her. But then..."

The three mortals are touching each other, showering each other in affection. And while I know it's essential for Raven to have friends, I can't help but wish we had gotten to spend this night alone. I remember more things every second spent with her, and there are so many things I want to tell her without the company of others. "It wasn't painless but, I'm managing," Blake says. His warm emotions floating in the air make me repress a growl. "Hayden's mother healed my wounds." The blonde vampire chuckles. "Blake wouldn't stop crying like a baby during the entire process."

Fortunately, I am quick enough to use the pail in my hand to balance my body and save myself from falling. “She’s annoying” My sharp sense of hearing picks up the word said by a girl behind the room’s pillar. I sigh. I make my way out of the pack house when I come across Luna Moria. Alpha Ark’s beautiful prize possession and Blythe’s mother I really don’t know where Blythe got her nasty behaviour, but her mother, Moria, is an angel. Well, sometimes, just don’t try to leave a paw print on her possessions; she gets nasty.