What Is Deku's Mom's Name Novels & Stories

Her voice makes me feel like a little kid again—like somehow, she can still fix everything. I wish she could. “You two be safe,” I say. “You’re going to be with Saule, right?” “Yes. A solar deity in Lithuania. Hecate told us she’s... bubbly,” Mom says, grimacing a little. Mom doesn’t do bubbly. Dad chuckles. “I’m sure we won’t have time for much chit-chat anyway.” “We’ll just be a mindlink away,” Mom says. Then, like she has since I shot past her in height, she gently angles my head down to kiss my forehead. I smile and wrap my arms around her waist.

"It's alright, auntie. We can't escape our destiny even if we tried to. For now, I'm relieving for a bit, and when I graduate, I will resume as the head of our household." She shook her head. "Too young to be a breadwinner of your family. Where are your other relatives?" "My grandparents are already dead, so as my uncle. My mother was an orphan, so we don't know who are her relatives when she died." Amor pats her head. "Don't worry Cass. You can treat us as your parents. Get some sleep, we're going to give Eli an earful tomorrow." Amor winked and left Cass alone in the room. Sleep? They don't sleep too much.

“Come and look, and I will explain.” “This is a Shadow Mage Dagger. We need Dee and we need Ace and Dylan’s grandmother,” Makya says. “If we pull it out in the wrong manner it will be far worse.” I call my mother, one thing she had done while she was here was give me her phone number. “Mom, we need you to get the grandmother of my mates and Dee over here as quickly as possible,” I say. “Is something wrong, sweetie?” She asks.

I let out a cough and rubbed the back of my neck. “Yeah, Mom, sorry. This is Demi she is a… um” Damn, what was she called again. “A Keres” Demi answered for me. “Right, a Keres. She assists the Gods in a way kind of like a Valkyrie.” My mother nodded her head. “She was sent here by our Goddess Selene and the Dragon God Typhon to keep an eye on me.”

"No, you raised me to be open-minded and not to judge anyone. Now I know why. Everyone has a past, and everyone makes mistakes. It's what we do about those mistakes that defines us. Have you always known he was my mate?" My mom closed her eyes as she nodded her head. "I was raised by an earth witch, Lanore. She wasn't powerful, but she was kind. I always knew she wasn't my birth mother. But she will always be my mom, no matter what. As a child, my magic was far more advanced than hers. James would visit now and then, but not often. I think just enough to keep an eye on me. When Julia passed, James was the only one on the council who didn't want me as the next Supreme. I didn't think anything

Ryker's words began to make sense, especially how my mom had said my dad left her before I was born, whereas he was present when I was born and even called me Rowena. Is the woman in my dream with long snowy hair my mom then? The woman whose face I wasn’t privileged to see? "Who's my real mom then?" I asked. "I've seen her before, but I don't have a picture of her. But her name is Luperca," Ryker replied. Luperca. The name echoed loudly in my ears. "Where is she? Is she a divine being? A moon goddess? Who is she?" I asked. "If you're curious about her, you should ask Thorne's father."

"Don't apologize. You've merely overturned everything I thought I understood." She leaned forward. "If we're going to keep everyone alive... then I need every piece of information. No matter how unbelievable." She looked at me. "So... is there anything else you've forgotten to tell us?" I frowned, then something surfaced. "Oh." Elder Mira raised an eyebrow. "Oh?" "I completely forgot." She blinked. "What?" I scratched the back of my head. "Derek... is the son of a witch." A loud choking sound erupted from the kitchen. My mother had barely taken a sip of water. She doubled over, coughing violently, spraying water across the floor.

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.

The man explained himself, but Mason was not having it. “But you could have walked away when you saw she had a life, when you saw she had me you could have walked away, and I would have grown up with my mother. Your witches wouldn’t have killed her! She would still be alive if you had walked away.” He told him with so much anger. The man sighed. “Even if I wanted to help you, this young woman is not your mate Mason, she is mated to Luka Deluca and the witches will never allow me to help with this.” The man told him.

someone said from behind and Arlene turned to see one of her course mates Derek Fawa. “Oh hey Derek,” she replied bending her head while pretending to scribble something in her book so he would leave her alone. Derek didn’t get the message, or he pretended not to because he still hung around her pestering her with questions. He was a popular and smart kid in their class. His parents were wealthy but he never rubbed it off on anyone’s face. And lately he had developed a certain likeness for Arlene which she wasn’t comfortable with. Everything about Derek seemed off to her. The worst part was he shared the same name with her dead father, Derek Goodman.