Supernatural Mommy Dearest Novels & Stories

“You can tell Mom that I told you about your background and that you’re werewolves but please don’t tell her about the mystery we’re trying to solve. Don’t tell her anything about Mr. Thompson, the eldershard crystal or even the remnivores. We came here to New York so that we can have a normal life. If she finds out that we’re still trying to battle supernatural beings, she’ll flip.” “I got it dad. Our secret.” “Try to keep me informed about everything you’re trying to do so I’ll be able to help. I know more about the supernatural world than you think.” Dad smiled a little before he continued talking. “It feels like it was only just yesterday that your mom and the rest of our team fought aga

I sighed. Aunt Cassie entered the room with Mom and Aunt Serena and I gazed at all three of them for help. They were the most powerful women to exist in the whole supernatural world. Aunt Cassie was herself blessed by the dark goddess and had powers that no other witch had. Mom was a seer and Aunt Serena… She was a legend. She was a mirroring image of our moon goddess… Her great granddaughter. Why can’t they all find Aliyah together? "Mom... Why can't you see something related to Aliyah?" I asked.

On a quiet morning, I finally closed my eyes forever. But my soul remained, lingering above the hospital bed. Mom came in carrying my favorite cinnamon oatmeal and found that I was still asleep. She sat down beside me, then carefully spooned the oatmeal from the thermos into a bowl. "You're still asleep? Maybe that's a good thing. The more you rest, the better you'll feel," she said. "Something strange happened this morning, Nat. The oatmeal just refused to cook right, or I would've gotten here sooner."

It’s actually been a big help. Grey is hanging out with Freya, who’s her best friend. Yes, my youngest two siblings are best friends with Freya and her younger brother. Because we needed another complication in the whole Nathan-Freya situation. Mom and Dad wanted them out of the house so we could talk about the alpha position I should have taken seven years ago. The table’s been dead silent since dinner ended and the younger two left. I glance at my parents. They look tired—haggard, really. I know things haven’t been easy. With the war, wolves are leaning heavily on Mom’s gift as a tactician. She’s been working with the Supernatural Council around the clock to plan our next move.

my dad says and tries to pull me back but I hold on to Sia a little scared that something might happen to her. My mom starts levitating off the ground with her hands still on Sia’s shoulders. Sia stands transfixed as she stares at my mom. A humming sound starts emanating from my mom’s throat but it feels like there are multiple voices mixed with my mom’s voice and it is not her alone. “Pure is her blood as pure as can be, Wife of an Alpha she is destined to be. Behold the times are grave and full of danger, Blood and sacrifice of many wolves are near.

Azriel: *gif of Joey from Friends gasping* Alison: Wow… did not see that coming Sadria: I don’t think any of us did Darren: *gift of Bobby from Supernatural holding up a hand saying ‘Shh!’* Darren: As I was saying… This is André D’amore. Yes he is my mate. André, virtually meet my family. My mom, Deb. Dad, Kevin. The dipshits Colby and Azriel. Colby’s mate Alison. And Azriel’s mate Sadira.

TOKYO, JAPAN CHLOE MAE BERSALES was wanted! Indeed. She'd been wanted in a good and bad way—from her enraged father to being a billion-dollar Baby Mama of an innocent soul that she would meet nine months from now. The page of her book went beyond extraordinary when the billionaire CEO of Greyson Stockholdings disclosed an offer she could not resist. Well, that was two months ago and in baby steps, she learned to play along in the cycle. An unexpected yet interesting progression in her old mundane life.

The love I'd once felt for my husband and my child had been replaced by numb, aching hollowness. "Luke, you must be tired too. Go to bed." I turned away and poured myself a glass of water. Father and son exchanged a glance---that familiar, conspiratorial look between them---and the sight left me cold. Lucien put his hand on Luke's shoulder, ready to send the boy off to wash up and sleep. But Luke was still wired. I saw the flash of crimson in Luke's eyes and knew immediately---too much rare steak had triggered his vampiric instincts.

Jenna’s POV It felt like the morning after their accident again—when I woke up, not to my mom’s good morning kisses or tickles, but to the harsh scent of anesthesia and the cruel reminder that I was the only survivor of the crash that stole the angels who raised me to be a fighter. It was a painful awakening. So disorienting, it filled me with hate. They were asking me questions again, the people in white... The doctors who failed to save my parents but insisted on calling me a miracle.

" You already believe what you want to believe. Will it make any difference if I tell you the truth all over again? You are deaf, dumb and blind. " The woman was still persistent. " But who are you? " She begged again. " Oh, don't you know me already. Did you just not introduce me to your daughter as the Daughter of the Damned? " With another wave, she left the room as it was again engulfed in darkness. The only thing left behind was the tingling sensation of sprinkled stardust.