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"There is no one we wish to obey more than the Killer Queen and her daughter, the heir and coming Witch Queen." A smile tugged at my lips. Wicked and sweet and cunning. No one would stand in my way, even if it took me years to get back what I had given up. For Katharine, I would lose it all. For my flesh and blood and the girl who had brought me back to life, I would kill and torture anyone. Even those I loved most. "Long may she reign." ***

“Irina, I do not care for Damien. I have given him enough warnings, it is up to him to decide. All I care about is you” “Then where are you taking me?” “To the one person that maybe able to help you control your wolf. To the person that gave me this", he points to his scar. "My mother!” “Your mom?” “She calls herself Alpha Phoenix” he lets out a laugh and shakes his head. “She is an Alpha of an all female pack and I believe that she can help you, after all, she is marked too” “She is like me?” “Yes” “But how, I don’t understand”

“That was terrifying. I was nearly kicked to death by my five-year-old granddaughter!” Brittany smiled at the side. “It’s certainly possible. Do you know who your eldest granddaughter is? She will definitely become very powerful in the future because she received a goddess legacy from her mother. She is destined to be the future Goddess of Nature.” “Goddess of Nature?” “Holy f*c-” After a short pause, he asked, “Why do the little ones seem to fear me? They even said that I was a monster. Oh, and don’t try to make it seem that I hallucinated it. I heard them loud and clear.”

With the amount of inheritance from her mother alone, she could live a life of comfort and luxury for the rest of her life even spanning to generations of her descendants –– if she will have any. Ever since she was a child, she thought that they were just a middle-class family. Until she discovered her innate talent, helping her father's company grew into an empire with an unrivaled international brand. Only at her eighteenth birthday did she knew that her mother came from a long line of old family, which secretly governed the whole country of BlackPine in the east. Marcos Cole, her grandfather, disowned her mother, Emerald Cole, because she chose to be with an unknown man in the country of

The Matriarch knelt before her and whispered, “Which one will ascend… and which one will be devoured.” Kael growled low in his throat. “That won’t happen.” The Matriarch stood again, unbothered. “It always does. Balance demands sacrifice. Only one heir may carry the true legacy. The other must fall… or be turned.” Selene stood, her aura flaring. “I will not choose between my children.” “You won’t have to,” the Matriarch said. “They will choose themselves.” --- That night, the sky over the Bone Wastes turned red.

He say the last word with empathises. I look to him with some confusion. I had no idea what a matriarch was. Or what he meant by me being one. Nova remained silent, her eyes remaining trained on me with distain. “We shall see.” Lucien offers impassively. “There is no if, buts or Whys about it Lucien. Avalon is and will be your new family Matriarch.” Lucas remains as calm as he is able. All the while keeping himself between me and my uncle. “Unless your snivelling daughter wishes to challenger her for the honour. Although I must warn you, Avalon is a trained warrior, unlike your daughter who is barley trained to be a lady.” Lucas gives Nova a pointed look, as if to dare her to make the challe

She wailed. Seeing her, one would have thought I had dealt with her. I shook my head at her. She had no idea what was about to hit her. "What!" She exclaimed. "I'm coming over immediately, sweetheart." She ended the call. "Wow! Nice." I exclaimed, clapping as I marveled at how naive she was. Things are going as planned. I need to act along so she doesn't notice. "Huh," she smirked. "You are cheering, instead of you to be mourning your life. The Matriarch of the Kings' is coming, you are dead meat!" She smiled as she looked at me with joy in her eyes.

I stepped forward, but Rowan gently placed his hand on my shoulder. “Wait,” Zaria said. “You don’t want to lose this baby, right? Stand still.” Just then, the woman on the throne stood before us. The scent of incense drifted down the aisle as she planted herself center stage. “Since you’re all here, there’s no use dwindling,” she said. “Let me introduce myself properly. I am Azalea Rose. The one and only matriarch of Montrose.” “Let her go,” I demanded. I didn’t try to keep the tremor from my voice. Arden’s eyes were begging me to calm down, but how do you soothe the idea of violence hovering over someone you love?

"I'm telling you there's another way to matter. Not by becoming a god. By choosing to be something else." Morwen looked at Sylvaen. At the ancient Matriarch who had harvested regrets for three millennia. At the woman who had once been a girl who wanted to save one child. "Fine," Morwen said. Her voice cracked. "Fine. But if this doesn't work, I'm taking the entity myself." I nodded. "Deal." I turned to Sylvaen. "Are you ready?" The Matriarch closed her eyes. Tears slipped down her weathered cheeks.

Taller than even when she tried to act like a mother. “I was never just a maid, Valencia,” she said. “And I wasn't the only woman the Blackwoods and the Rossis tried to erase. My real name isn't Maria, you may be shocked because that is what you’ve known since childhood but honey, this war runs deep. I am the Founding Matriarch of The Silver Veil.” “The Silver Veil?” I echoed.