Supernatural Mommy Dearest Novels & Stories

How was it possible that back then, when she and her mom were fighting to keep her father’s properties, this same lawyer had lost without securing even one damn thing for them—but now, he was winning cases like a hero? Just then, she heard her mom’s footsteps. Her eyes widened. Quickly, she changed the channel to a comedy show. Emilia walked in, wiping her hands on her apron. She looked at Seraphine closely. “Why do you look like you just saw a ghost?” Seraphine let out a small laugh and shook her head. “Maybe it’s because I’ve been reading too much, Mom. My brain is fried.” Emilia chuckled. “I told you to rest more. Come on, dinner’s ready.”

Lucifer smiled. "Why not Samuel?" Lucas frowned. "It's because of your mother. She is a..." Lucifer looked unsure if he should say it or no but Gwen beat him to it. "She is seraphim and so is Aunt Katherine and Aunt Bianca. They were the three of the highest order with unusual magical abilities and there are more mysteries to solve about them. As far as I've heard from above, there is a story that once three Seraphims did the unthinkable and their souls were removed from existence or so they think." Gwen frowned as she talked.

"Uh... I get it..." "Did my mom know you?" Deagan asked. That could be the only explanation as to why his name was on that piece of paper. "Mmh," Malden nodded. "I talked to her maybe once or twice..." He creased his brows again as he thought hard. Then he patted Deagan's shoulder. "You are one very lucky person." "What are you talking about?" Deagan questioned. Weren't they talking about his mom? "Your mother is not just a vampire. She is a result of a vampire and some other super ordinary being... Probably a god or something. She might be the only one still alive if she really is..."

Hecate sits back in the chair, “Okay, so I know that Sansom’s mother is hoping to resurrect her Mate, Dracula. She needs my baby to do that or something. I don’t know the spell itself, just a rough understanding of the scroll’s contents, being some way to perform a true resurrection. I’m hoping we can stop her from performing the ritual or whatever.” She rubs her temples, the headache stabbing at her brain. The drugs were still in her system and messing her up.

She’s the one who will detect my soulmate for me, which is how it works for lycans and werewolves since Mom brought back fated mates with her destiny quest. Mom doesn’t talk much about her destiny quest. It’s a touchy subject for her as she had to kill her ex-best friend to end the curse. Technically, her dire wolf, Sasha, did the killing, but Mom still was present for it. It’s the only time Mom has killed, and she didn’t like it. On the other hand, Dad has killed many, and it doesn’t phase him. I guess it’s different for him since he is the son of Death.

“Really? Well, don’t blame me if I say that he deserved it. Nevertheless, I wasn’t behind that. I am not a fighter.” In the dim glow of the cabin's lanterns, Jess finally decided it was time to let in her children on who the master was. Miranda and Manuel sat across from her, their expressions a mix of curiosity and apprehension, as if sensing that whatever their mother was about to reveal would change their lives forever. "Children," Jess began, her voice steady yet laced with the weight of years of secrecy, "Supernaturals exist. They are beings beyond our understanding, beyond what ordinary people can see or comprehend. They are powerful, and some can be dangerous."

Not to mention, when my mom talked like that, I knew it was serious. Not many people know this, but my mom is a witch. It’s not the kind you see in movies like The Craft; it’s the true kind with healing spells and the gift of sight. There is no evil in what our family does. We're healers and use our power to help people in need, an elite clan of witches that roam secretly throughout the US. We are known for our strength, with the lineage passed down to a single female daughter. I, Kamari Ostyn, will be the one to inherit those powers. Well, if I am blessed by the Goddess enough to receive them.

Little Eliza, the Crossman's six-month-old daughter, started to cry. Very fitting. I wondered even as the others recovered why Mom didn't mention Sebastian. "What are your plans, coven leader?" Celeste finally spoke up. I felt Erica tense and knew she was as worried as me. "I am going to find and bring my daughter back." Mom's voice was a guttural growl, full of power. The blue glow around her flickered with green and red and pure white. All of the magic she won defeating Batsheva Moromond, from Sidhe, to demon and vampire too, surged to life as her rage threatened to consume her.

, I console him as I sit beside him. "Do you know what it took for our mothers to finally put her sleep? Susan is her only child. Susan's dad died in the war between other supernatural. She is not just a widow, now she is childless too ", Seb chokes on his chest and I hit his chest lightly.

"Liam? What are y…" "You are the world's most cherished being! Witches, goblins, demons and vampires….they are all in a fight for your baneblood!" Mother Of Whispers grunted with an artifice smile on her features. She turned in Amethyst's direction and cast her investigative glance for a long time.