Weiss Schnee Mother Novels & Stories

"Hey, let's not overthink things, okay?" Snow just nodded at her mate, not wanting to cause an alarm to anyone else, even if deep inside her she is starting to get all negative ideas as to why her mother is here. She tried to call out to her wolf, "Eris, I don't want to overthink, but I am. How come Luna Sierra knows we're here? And why did she have to come all the way here with Beta Mark instead of the Alpha? Ryder didn't mention anything about my mother knowing that we have returned."

"Is your adoptive mother a witch too?" "I'm not a witch," I spit out. "My apologies," Skye says. "My nose must be playing tricks on me. You smell like a witch." "I am not a witch," I repeat myself harshly. Smartly Skye drops that conversation but picks up with another one quickly. "Who is your mother?" Skye asks curiously. My chest begins to shake with laughter. Either this woman is clueless, or she is a better liar than I am. "My adoptive mother is Keena Lyall," I inform her, and just as I expected, another gasp leaves her throat.

my mother said as she stepped in, leaving Thea wondering who she was. “Thank you, ma'am," Thea responded. "You are most welcome; my name is Lena Sawyer, and I am Alpha Claus' mother," my mother said, shaking hands with Thea. "It's so nice to meet you." "I am equally delighted, my love, and I have heard a lot about you and Zion. I am glad you decided to help us eliminate that witch from your pack. You deserve to be happy." "Of course, we are going to give her a lesson she will never forget."

"My name is Snow Blake." My mother frowned, and I knew she didn't recognize the last name. "Your dad moved here for work?" Mom asked, and Snow tensed. "No, he moved here for love when he met my mom," Snow replied, and my mom smiled. "That's wonderful; finding a mate is perfect; who was your mother? I'm sure it must be someone from my generation, but I don't remember anyone leaving the herd in my pregnant days." "My mom was Eleanor Campbell," Snow said wistfully.

“Oh, Sheryl bean. This is incredible news. We need to celebrate. Your mother wants to make dinner this coming weekend. Would you be able to come home?” “I can make that happen,” I told him. “I’ll have Professor Ashton drive you again. Perhaps he can join us.” My eyes widened at his suggestion; before I could protest, my mother was on the phone. “Oh, Sheryl ! How does it feel? What is her name? What does she look like?” “She looks like your wolf,” I chuckled. “Snow-white fur and she has my eyes. She’s so beautiful, mom

Mom asked as she made her way towards Snow as she sat beside her and I was still staring at her. "Hi am Sabastian's mother...you can call me Mrs Smith ''. Mom said as she smiled warmly at Snow. "My name is Snow and I am Sabastian's friend. It's an honor to meet you ma". Snow replied they shook hands and I was at a loss as I just sat down on the couch opposite them. "You didn't tell me you were visiting mom". I said. "You didn't tell me that Jennifer was getting married". Mom countered. Oh….who told her that?

Her belly swells with child, poking out of her clothes at a breadth that seems to indicate she’s about halfway through her term. It’s my mother. Her blue and violet eyes glow from beneath her hood and her blonde hair flutters in whisps around her beautiful face. She walks past me as if she doesn’t see me at all, delicately moaning as she forges through the snow. Behind her trudges a tall, powerful wolf with hair the exact shade of mine. He’s dragging a sleigh full of luggage up the steep slope with a determined expression on his face. My father.

The night we went back, heavy snow was falling over the shifter world. My mother changed into clean clothes and spent more than two hours in the kitchen. I sat outside and waited for her. The Moon Goddess's voice spoke at my ear. “Your mother carries the white wolf bloodline. Her hands have healed countless lives. Yet those four wounded her, betrayed her, drove her to her death, and they harmed you as well. The grace of the Moon Goddess never shelters those who betray.”

Ashton asks with shocking disbelief and Winter solemnly nods her head as she replies in a dim voice, “Yes, it’s the Queen Mother” I shudder and almost fall back. Mom is quick to hold me close as I quake and tremble in shock. I can’t believe it. She’s kept his mother...all these years without anyone having a hint. I feel sick and disheartened. Oh, Zorien, how must he feel right now?

“Maybe she has good genetics. Maybe she’s lucky.” “Or maybe she isn’t what you think she is,” my mother said softly. “Maybe the Mountains didn’t let her go by accident.” I snorted, a harsh, disbelieving laugh. “Oh, don’t start with the mystical nonsense again. ‘The will of the Mountains.’ The Mountains have no will. There is only snow, ice, and rock. She is a coincidence.” “There are no coincidences,” she said sharply. “Not at Christmas. Not in a storm like this. And not when your Alpha wolf reacts as if it has found its mate.”