Rwby Blake's Mom Novels & Stories

Another was a slap that landed on my mother, when she also made to hold back a warrior from striking me. Tears couldn't stop flowing down. I hate myself for making my parent pass through this. Maybe it all happened for a reason as mom had said. I hope and wish to see Blake again. He is a vampire, but the feelings and bond between us was unique and deep. Could he be my mate?

The last thing I wanted was for us to be stressing her out especially since he came a day earlier and she probably did not make preparations for him. We headed out to his place in a taxi. Blake's house was very nice. It was a small bungalow with like three extra bedrooms and everything. His mom was an exact replica of him, and I didn't even need Shayla to introduce her to me before I knew that she was Blake's mom. "It's so nice to see you." She had short brown hair and She wrapped her arms around me. "You are the best friend of our bride to be That she would not stop talking about."

Vic stated with a sigh. "We can't even see her. What if he hurts her or breaks her?" He roared angrily. "Blake you need to relax. He cant do anything that will jeopardize his power, that's why hes weak right now. He's testing the waters and has realized he can't beat it. Your mother will never give in and soon he will either have to come to realize that he has to treat her like the queen she is or accept being weak." Angel softly explained. Blake closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Okay. Let's try to find a way to save my mom." He sighed.

Oberon chuckled while Amora and Blake giggled amicably as they shook hands with Oberon and the prominent members present. They trudged on to snuggle me where she was. "Let's go in," My face beamed with a smile as I led them into her large cottage with rooms. They all sat on chairs in the sitting room to discuss. "How is my mom doing?" I started with my lips curling out an amicable smile. "Ooh, she is good, at least she is safe," Amora chirped with a smile. "Just that she misses her daughter, and she would do everything to know about her daughter's whereabouts," Blake added.

There was a lot I could do like stay away from him and not let him touch me like he did, but I had grown weak and unable to fight my reaction towards his advances anymore, so I decided to settle for being the villain. “Just the guys I wanted to see,” my mom exclaimed the moment we stepped over the threshold. She was smiling in a manner that suggested she had news for us, but we weren’t going to like it. “Blake, honey, your mom called. She said she’ll be back next week.”

What could I do? Blake checked his wristwatch. "Mom, I'll send you home." He stated and Christine was about to protest but Blake just stared at her emotionally. "I'll just get your dad's burger." She said and got out of our sight. "Your mom is very different from you," I spoke and Blake squeezed my hand.

I look at the marble on the ground unable to stare into his eyes. "Ah, Blake," Mother says, her tone dripping with love despite the terrible act she had earlier displayed. "How lovely to see you." She smiles such a fake smile, she resembles a human venom. Blake's gaze roams around us and never focuses on my face as he used to. "Driya, please come in," "We need to talk." I hesitate, unsure of what to do. But Mother's grip on my arm pushing me forward. “Not you, mother and Dranca. Only Driya comes in without an appointment.”

No one noticed Mom leaving except me. She went first to find Billy the Bully. "Hey, Billy. Come over here. You hit Willow before, didn't you? I'm here to reward you!" Billy the Bully lit up at that and ran over without hesitation. The next second, the knife was lodged straight into his chest. Blood splattered across Mom's face. "Billy!" Mama Bully screamed, rushing toward them. "You crazy bitch! I'm going to kill you!"

I glanced around, my eyes widening in disbelief that such a place existed within our pack. "Isn't it beautiful?" Blake inquired, moving closer to me. I was rendered speechless, unable to find the right words to express my awe. All I could manage was to nod my head in agreement, acknowledging the undeniable beauty unfolding before my eyes. "My mom used to bring me here when I was young before she passed away," he revealed with a sorrowful expression on his face. I turned to him, sensing the profound longing he had for his mother. With a gentle stride, I approached him and embraced him tenderly, offering comfort and support.