Rwby Blake's Mom Novels & Stories

“We need to talk to the master first before doing anything. So please don’t lose your patience.” After around an hour, Leysa and Spider left. After bidding a goodbye, Blake slumped in the chair. Shadow and Weylin rushed to Blake’s table. “Father, how did it go?” Weylin asked impatiently. “Your mother couldn’t remember me, Weylin.” Blake gulped the lump around his throat. “She forgot about me.” “Didn’t she have any tidbits of memory about you?” Weylin asked in a low tone. “Well, she did remember neither me nor my name but she still knows my preferences.” Blake flashed a sad smile. “She even remembers that I’m allergic to crayfish. S-she perhaps recognised my perfume. It's your mother’s favour

“Gregory was afraid of her. Not because she was unfaithful or weak. He was afraid because of what she was.” Vibrius. He did not even need to say it. “She had more control than he ever wanted,” Blake continued. “More than anyone knew. He thought if people saw what she could do, if they realized what blood she carried and what it meant, she’d become more powerful than him in his own house.” I heard Caleb say a quiet curse under his breath. Kaden stayed silent. “So what are you saying?” Blake’s eyes held mine. “That Gregory killed your mother.” I let out a sharp gasp, “No.”

Yayyyyyy, I love you mommy". She yelled running off to watch TV. "My babies, I said going over to hug Damien and Lisa kissing Dame on the cheeks and Lisa on her forehead". "Hey mom, how was work today? Dame asked taking my handbag and dropping it on the couch. "Oh boy, it was good it wasn't really hectic today. How was school today? I asked them. "awesome". "Great". "Nothing happened?". "Nope" They replied. Damien rolled his eyes taking Luca from my arms. " You just got home Mom, shower and we can start dinner. I'll help. I tried to protest but he shut me up

Blakeley muttered and pulled Bryar into a hug. ********** AN HOUR LATER Blakeley sat in the hallway with Bryar in her arms, she ran her hands through her hair while Bryar played with her fingers. They were waiting for the doctor's report. Bryar suddenly looked up at her mother and noticed she looked away. “How are you okay with this?” Bryar asked and Blakeley looked at her. “I am not.” She replied softly. “How are you not crying? You don't even have an expression on your face.” “It's hard to cry.” She replied.

TALIA After we finished eating breakfast, Blake took me to his mom’s house. It was a pretty short walk from the packhouse. When we arrived, his mom smiled at me in greeting. She had a very warm smile that extended to her whole face. I could instantly tell she was a good person. Her eyes, on the other hand, looked sad. I wasn’t even sure how exactly I could tell they were sad. And then, after a few moments, it clicked. They reminded me of my own mother’s eyes—a haunted look of something gripping her that she couldn’t shake off.

“You want me to just let it go! Walk away like it’s nothing! Why? For what? We can kill them, all of them, and they deserve each death we give them.” “We can’t kill them, at least not right now. We will prepare her body to bring home and leave in the morning. We need to regroup and figure out how to defeat our greatest threat, your father.” Blake looked back to his mother’s body and shook his head in disbelief. “This isn’t right.” He fisted his hands at his side. “I won’t let it go.” He walked to the bed and removed the bed sheet to cover her body. Blake knelt, letting two fingers close her eyes and I saw a few tears wet his face as he fully covered her body.

He was buying moonflowers and rearranging furniture and preparing the house like she was going to walk through the door at any moment. She wasn't coming back. I needed leverage. Something that would force Blake to acknowledge me, and stop this ridiculous obsession with his dying mate and focus on what actually mattered. And I knew who that was exactly; His mother. Margaret Hayes lived in their old family estate at the edge of pack territory. Margaret herself was no different. She was regal and has never hidden the fact that she didn’t like me. Well, she just doesn’t acknowledge me but she was Blake's mother. And if anyone could make him see reason, it was her.

I have their shared height, their strength, and I can see past the stoney expression, and I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that something is terribly wrong. Nora rushes past me, but Mom stops her, pulling her in for a tight hug that hollows out my stomach. Mom looks crushed as she slowly releases Nora, whispering that our dad will meet her in Veiled Valley, and when Sydney and Nora wordlessly disappear into the aether, she turns to me. “Blake did something reckless, didn’t he?” I ask, and Mom closes her eyes in confirmation.

"What were you saying about Blake?" She seemed to remember why she was so excited and I was grateful for the topic change. "He's in most of my classes and can you believe he just moved here with his mom from New York? Isn't he so hot, like he has that beautiful city accent." "I noticed." This was old news actually, Blake and his mom moved here from New York to this small town for reasons best known to them, reasons I didn't care about until now. "I think I like him, Ruby," she gushed, wiping her sweat with the pink tank top and bouncing on the balls of her feet. "He has appeal, like really appealing."