Supernatural Mommy Dearest Novels & Stories

Then my mom appeared out of the blue, turning his world upside down. She was – and still is – strong and fierce, not afraid of anything. I have learnt at an early age that my mom is a force to be reckoned with – she is the first female Undead, the Queen. But I never liked my mom being called that by the clan and the Deads.

“How is that possible?” “The radio, and the NES officers…” Ronnie stared at Aislen as if searching for teeth. “They said that this is a war against supernaturals. We thought they were whacked in the brain. But my mother kept saying that it was true but that the supernaturals weren’t hurting anyone…” Her mum was a supernatural, Aislen thought immediately or knew one. “We have lived along side with humans this entire time,” Aislen told her gently. “Your mother is right.”

It was good to know that there was no pain involved in the process of transforming. "Well, what are you?" Rachel questioned, I had never had that question asked to me before. It made the metamorphosis of my change even more real. "I'm a Witch, I only really found out last week," they both reacted the way I expected them to. Their faces were the epitome of shock. "Are your parent's Supernaturals? I know on-occasion Supernaturals with adopted human parents are usually recruited into one of the Luveldom Academies," Rachel's British accent was really pleasant to the ears. It was also intriguing to find out that there were more Luveldom Academies around the world. "My Father is actually a Warlock

I stand, my eyes finding Matteo’s brown ones, understanding dawning on us. “They are here,” I say and Matteo nods in confirmation. “Yaayyyy!” I say dashing out of the room as I take the flight of stairs and make it to the parking lot where Matteo’s driver is there, the engine of his vehicle humming to an end. Tony comes out first, his broad smile illuminating the darkness inside me, then, mom comes out. A rasp gasp escapes my throat as I stare in horror at the woman that gave birth to me. She is my warrior, my fighter, and the frail woman I see before me is not whom I grew up to adore.

Someone you loved from within but never revealed it to her because of a reason best known to you". Deaton said and Eddie sighs, not believing what he was saying. "I'm not confused, what did you mean by the real world, is there any other world from this? " Eddie asked, looking everywhere to be sure about what Deaton was saying. "Eddie, Emilia the great witch trapped you here in order to destroy your world, in order to destroy your mum and friends," Deaton said and Eddie got shocked when he heard the word, mum. "Mum!, my mum died a long time ago," Eddie said, sitting on his bed.

My younger brother bullied me at school until my liver ruptured. When I was carried into the nurse's office, I begged my mother to save me. She was the school nurse. But instead of looking at me, she rushed to my brother because he had a scrape on his wrist. "Mom, please. I'm dying." She slapped me across the face. "If you're so desperate to die, then die already! How did I end up with a heartless animal like you? What if your brother scars?" So I did exactly what she told me to do. I died. By the next night, my mother had lost her mind.

Though someone may have complained about the lack of vitality. However, something unexpected hit Dante when one day, a woman came to his door with a child claiming that he was his father. There was no way that Dante would admit it because he didn't believe in women anymore when his mother left, not to mention the pure pleasure from fresh. But the DNA test left him speechless. The woman asked for quite a lot of money and left without any hesitation, she was soon gone again as if she never appeared. If it wasn't because of the child standing lively in front of him, Dante would consider all this as a dream, a nightmare. He tried to figure out how he and the woman had the child but all he got wa

“Sure. As long as you pay the bill, you can eat whatever you want.” Amelia dug her nails into my arm, and her face was filled with fury. “Jonathan, have you lost your conscience?” I smirked and pried her hand off. “I think you’re one who’s lost yours!” “Your mom only gave me 1,000 dollars for the banquet, yet she told everyone it was 100,000 dollars. “Why should I pay out of pocket just to protect your family’s dignity?” When Emerald saw me blurting out everything, she panicked and shouted at me, “What nonsense are you spouting, you jerk?! I really did give you 100,000 dollars. Don’t even think about denying it!”

He spoke slowly, "Do you know that Mother has always had a sister?" Owen frowned unhappily, "Why are you telling me about that woman? Whether she has siblings or not has nothing to do with me. I don't know, and I don't care. Don't mention her to me." "This actually does concern you. Mother has a half-sister with the same father, and her name is Haley." Keith threw a news article at Owen, which he found on his phone. "Haley, who died four years ago, has come back to take revenge on the DeRoss family, on Mother. And you have become Haley's best tool for revenge on Mother."

“The conspiracy is subtle. The curse is cunning. One misstep could destroy lives, the estate, and the mansion’s balance. You must detect both the human betrayal and the supernatural influence, and respond without yielding to fear.” Samkelo approached the monitors, scanning each line of communication, every financial record, and subtle behavioral shift among employees. The patterns were intricate: deliberate misdirection, disguised threats, and small acts designed to destabilize the empire gradually. At the same time, faint ripples of supernatural energy pulsed through the room, the remnants of Sipho’s unfinished ritual feeding on fear, hesitation, and ambition.