Serana Mother Novels & Stories

Sera was no longer responding no matter how many times she called on her, her wolf was long dead with their mate, she was just but an empty vessel with nothing but pain and sorrow filled up to the bim. Seranda smiles, thoughts of Chimere flashing through her mind, she was not the best of mothers, but she knew her daughter would be better. she closes her eyes welcoming the cold hands of death as it holds her tight. her body slumps close to that of her mate, Anan and Thelma watched from the side unable to say a word or do anything.

By the time the call ended, Serena had already returned to Le Châteauesque Manor. She sat quietly on the sofa, lifting a hand to rub her temples, exhaustion seeping into her bones. “Thank you for the warning, Mr. Reinaldi,” she said softly. Lucca hesitated, then added, “My mother… she’s extreme. Protect yourself.” Serena understood exactly what that meant. The Reinaldi family hadn’t arrived yet—but trouble was already knocking at her door. Still, she had her own matters to deal with first. Leaning back against the cushion, she exhaled slowly.

“Yes, they didn’t completely fail. Some of our magic was retrieved. I can feel that magic in you.” I bit the inside of my cheek. “Yeah, but a little of it.” “That’s Claudia. Our supreme mother, then there’s me, a high goddess representative, Lauren, Trina, Lizette and your mother, Celia, the younger mother superior,” Serenity explained. So much was going on in my mind, I could barely think. My body weakened with each second. I remained standing, my mouth was dry and my wolf felt like a flickering light bulb. I needed to rest so she could fully recover.

her Mother, she sat up abruptly grabbing the wooden frame and brought it close to her face, Serena wore a wide smile on her face and her hair was up in a bun, she was kneeling down by a young boy holding a long stick. “That is Serena, she was one of the best warriors anyone has ever saw." Brandon said and leaned against her shoulder, "I'm trying to find the one who killed her. I had told her brother to kill her daughter after she murdered her mother. I demanded her daughter be killed. He promised he would, but he never fulfilled that promise. Instead he let her get away. Now, it's my job to find her and kill her." Brandon said, Morana froze on his lap, she ran a finger down her mother's smil

she finished and turned to me. I gasped in horror, “I thought she got sick?” “No, your mother couldn't endure the horrors of being married to your father, so she chickened out, leaving me to continue the disgusting act of bearing him children!” she exclaimed bitterly. “Mama!” Serena cried in a heartbreaking voice, she clenched my shoulders tightly, “I wanted to go to France, become a modiste, the best modiste the world has ever known, but I got stuck in this town as a breeder” she continued, “all thanks to your weak fucking mother”

She refused to be imprisoned. “I… I would never hurt His Highness,” she said shakily. “No pack sent me. I do not have one. I grew up in the forests. Should I tell you that, Your Highness? That my mother…” Serena suddenly collapsed to the floor and clutched Kaelen’s feet, tears spilling freely as she spewed her lies.

he shouted, not sure who he was asking. The middle child closed his eyes. “She made a promise,” he said. “Not to the Dark. To the house.” --- Memory bled into the room. They saw their mother kneeling, long before her death, fingers digging into the earth beneath the floor. They saw her burying something wrapped in cloth — something that moved. They heard her voice cracking as she swore protection, shelter, inheritance. Take me instead, Lerato had pleaded. Leave them. The promise had been accepted. But not completed.

“I was only wondering… before Blackwater. Do you remember anything of your life? Anything at all from before Marcus’s pack?” She stared into the flames again. The silence stretched just long enough that he almost apologized for asking—then she spoke quietly. “…Some things,” she whispered. “Not many.” He let her take her time. “I remember… a woman. My mother.” Her voice trembled with effort, as if dragging memories from deep, foggy places. “Her hands were warm. She used to braid my hair. And one day…” Sera swallowed. “She was pushing me toward the trees. Telling me to run. Telling me she loved me.”

He nodded to her as if he agreed with what she said. sera looked into the void and said, "sera, my name is sera, I'm a girl in my thirties." I was a lonely girl from a young age, I had no friends. My mother died during childbirth. I traveled with my father a lot because of the nature of his work to every place and from him he acquired the skills of searching for treasures and discovering the pharaonic tombs, this was his job. My father disappeared and I don't know anything about his whereabouts. After that, a company sent me an invitation to attend a party of explorers only, and I went there with the hope that I would find my father, but I found that they wanted me and other people to work f

Derek asked her. Arlene thought of the weird dreams she had been having for a while, but she didn’t see how they were correlated because, her dreams were basically about her evil mother. It was probably post traumatic stress disorder from everything she suffered in the hands of her mum, coupled with her father’s death, so she shrugged it off and said no.