Eric Matthews Novels & Stories

Matthew turned his head to face Rose. “I’m sure that you don’t intend on telling anyone that you’re the Scarlett Witch. But you trust me enough to tell me that. So, I’ll trust you with my own secret.” Matthew paused for a moment, trying to add more tension to his next words. “I’m a Dragon Emperor.” There was a short moment that Rose before she actually reacted. She looked away from him and covered her mouth with her hand. Rose seemed to be holding her laughter back from bursting. Matthew’s eyebrows curled with confusion.

He added. Brian Matthews could be anything in the world. He could be the most ruthless and heartless individual, he could say demeaning things, beat up his brother (even though he had never done that) and fire people, but one thing was certain. He had never and he would never lay his hand on a woman.

I saw Maddox swallow his saliva and then turn around to face his mate. "Hey mate, it's okay. Michael just wants to talk to you, everything's gonna be fine." Maddox said trying to comfort Elena–his mate. "Hi," Elena greeted me in a weak voice as she slowly slipped away from hiding behind Maddox's large body. "You're Maddox's mate?" I asked Elena but instead of answering me she just looked at Maddox as if she's asking him permission to speak. Maddox nodded slowly to Elena. "Yes, we're mates," Elena replied to me.

I glance at Bane, who is focused on the road, clearly annoyed that I opened his window. "Do you have a mate?" he asks, losing focus and nearly causing an accident. "Hey, keep your eyes on the road!" I remind him as he continues driving. "So, do you have a mate?" "Why? Do you want to be my mate?" "Of course! That would make me the happiest woman in the world. But no, I don’t want to be tied to you in any way in this life. I wouldn’t drink from you even if you were the last drop of water on Earth," I reply sarcastically.

I can feel my wolf whimper, devastated at the thought of our mate rejecting us. "What.." "I said I reject you, Suerinity," he repeated with a straight face. "W-why… how…" I stuttered to get the right words out my mouth. "I don't want you to be my mate," he said firmly. "No.. please don't do this.." "I, Harris Smith, reject you Suerinity Altamera as my mate. I free myself from this unwanted bond, and free myself from you." >>> A knock on the door woke me up, I quickly sat up while catching my breath, desperate to get some air in my lungs. My eyes frantically looked across my room, my ears were ringing and I was sweating.

This man, her alpha, was her mate. “One day, when you meet your mate, you will just know, sweetheart. We can’t tell you exactly how we know this, but you have to trust us. It’s this feeling, it is more powerful than anything you’ve ever felt. It is more exciting than Christmas, more enjoyable than chocolate ice cream, and so much more intense than any exam you’ve ever studied for.” Holy shit! Maya couldn’t believe it. This was impossible. Luke Marshall, the pack alpha, the wandering nomad biker, was her … mate. This couldn’t be happening.

Mom lets out a soft chuckle at Alex's protective instincts before becoming serious once more. "Well, his name is Noah Matthews," she begins. "He's an English Literature teacher at New Trier Township High School. I met him a month ago when his nephew was admitted to our hospital's urgent care after having an allergic reaction." She intertwines her fingers, her voice gradually growing quieter. "He asked me out for coffee that same evening. One thing led to another, we went on a few more dates, and now," she sighs, "here we are..." Mom trails off, briefly glancing down at her still interlocked fingers. Even though Alex and I might seem a bit dense, it's evident to anyone that she's nervous.

Hera was certain that when Thomas took over, the villagers and their children would pledge their loyalty to him. She tuned into the tedious conversation between Myra and Matthew from Lancaster. He was trying hard to impress Myra with his knowledge of local migrating birds, completely ignoring the snickers from some of the other men. With his father sitting a few feet away, he felt free to ramble on without fear of being cut off.

Josh Matthews was waking up, and he was waking up fast. Good news?

~Tilly POV~ “Matilda May. Third born of the top warriors in the pack, Greta and Harold, is cordially requested to train at the Warriors Elite at the bidding of Alpha Jeremiah of the Cursed Moon Pack.” My younger brother, Beckham, reads aloud in awe. He pauses for dramatic effect and I groan, covering my head with the blanket on my bed.