Supernatural Mommy Dearest Novels & Stories

“Y-you—you know.” Dejection contorted her features as she took my face in her palms. “Oh my daughter, what did you get yourself into?” “How?” I whispered, all my thoughts coming to a halt unable to process her revelation. How in the world did my innocent, circumspect mother know about the supernaturals? Why did she never tell me? Only if I had known that was only the starter. The main course was yet to be unveiled. “What are you hiding, Mrs. Miracle?” Zeus questioned again.

Supernatural beings rarely shared sacred records with humans. I opened a page at random. When blood without magic awakens beneath the seal of the gods, when the strongest wolf binds his life to the most fragile heart, when the hunters lift the gate with dots of fear, the Guardian of the Veil will remember. I read the sentence three times. “Mom,” I called. My voice echoed through the archive. Mom and Dad were there in seconds. My mother took the notebook carefully and began to read. I watched as her eyes filled with tears before she finished the first paragraph.

I bounced my shoulders. We went to my room to sleep for the night. “Do you think your Mom might have powers?” she asked inside the covers while I applied my moisturizer “I don't know. Anything can be possible.” I didn't want to think about Mom having powers. It was really weird to me but like I told her. I won't be surprised if Mom Joe's up to tell us she has powers. “You know I'm still trying to work around this. Your Mom is from a werewolf family and yet she is a fervent churchgoer”

To the complete surprise of both Damon and Isabella, Morgana instantly falls flat to the ground directly in front of Serena, pressing her face against the cold floor in a gesture of absolute submission and reverence that neither of them has ever witnessed before. "All hail the Mother of the Earth, Mother of the Universe, Mother of the Galaxies, and the Sister to the Moon Goddess herself," Morgana proclaims with her voice muffled against the ground. "I hail you with every fiber of my being, Queen of all Supernaturals, Ruler of the Divine Realm."

Hyde nodded, "Don't be so protective, says the person who materialized out of thin air when Amy was interrupted." Jeremy was speechless. The new song, My Dearest Delusion, was the story of a girl who ran away from her wedding after becoming disillusioned with love, stumbled through her escape, and unexpectedly found her true love along the way. Amy prepared a beautiful, intricately-woven wedding dress, and a pair of white high-heels that were especially suited for running away from weddings.

I was someone who suffered from nightmares, but paradoxically, the darkness here, was calming. I dragged my feet towards his bed and that’s when I saw the frame on his nightstand, next to a Bible. This man owned a Bible? My curiosity fully took over from this moment. I flipped it open. Maxine Jackson. I frowned a closed it. Who was she? My eyes slid back to the frame and I picked it up. It was a picture of a young woman, probably in her early thirties. She had thick black hair and blue eyes. Alexander’s eyes were a dark grey, but the resemblance was uncanny. This was his mother and that Bible perhaps, was hers.

Garrix furrowed his brows with confusion, a behavior like that had to be concerning. "Shawn..." Scarlett bellowed. "Mustn't hurt...Shawn." _______________________________________________ "Why are we here, Mom?" The two Vamps wandered into the old-timey world of Pastonville, found only within Scarlett's shared subconscious with her mother. "I just thought you wanted to see where I...originally grew up." "Yeah but, Uncle Josh said this place is a cesspool of paranormal paranoia. Won't we be seen?" "The people can't see or hear us. Besides, this wasn't what I want you to show you. I wanted to tell you a story; of the first Crimson Bride."

"Mom, I need to tell you something. It's going to sound crazy, but I need you to listen. All the way through. Can you do that?" Margaret's expression shifted to concern. "Of course, sweetheart. What is it?" Eve took a deep breath. "I'm not human. I never was. I'm a succubus Mom, A supernatural being. I was bound as an infant, had my nature suppressed with magic. The binding spell broke last night. I transformed. This...." She gestured to herself, to her glowing eyes and changed appearance. "This is what I really am." Silence. Margaret stared at her daughter, her expression unreadable. Then, incredibly, tears began sliding down her weathered cheeks.

His lips felt hot against her skin, a painful contrast to the frost in his eyes. "Pleased to meet you, Mommy," Xavier whispered, emphasizing the word with deep mockery. As he pulled back, he leaned slightly toward her, close enough for his sharp, masculine scent to overwhelm her senses. "You look very expensive tonight, Elara. How much did my father pay to make you kneel at his feet?" Elara’s blood ran cold. "Xavier, how is this possible?" she whispered, barely audible. "Nothing is impossible, Mom. We’ve been reunited, haven't we? You walked right into your own hell," he hissed intimidatingly.

"You are a sick, twisted monster." My mother glared at me. The doctor frowned and recommended genetic testing, suspecting a rare disease. My mother only sneered. "Rare disease? She's mentally warped. She fakes being sick to get attention!" The noon sun blazed overhead. I huddled under the shade canopy, trembling violently, clutching my collar shut. Then my mother shoved the canopy aside and overturned it. She tore off my long coat and pushed me down onto the scorching sand. The intense UV rays seared through my skin in an instant. Huge blisters swelled up along my arms, then burst one after another. My mother stood there, revulsion all over her face. "Iris, have you no shame left at all, fak