I Will Be The Matriarch In This Life นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“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

Old Master Hunt added, and for a moment the recorder went silent. Mr. Morgan held his breath, wondering if that was all, but before he could press the recording button to end it, Kayden's emotionless voice played from the recorder. “Grandfather has indeed seen through my thoughts. There's nothing I can hide from you, is there?” “You are right, Ariana is the perfect woman to stand by my side as the new matriarch of the Hunt family. Since my own family cast me aside, it shouldn't be surprising that I decided to find a way out for myself, right? With her connections, I can easily dominate the world. I don't think I'll even need your blessings to do that.”

Selene said. The Matriarch didn’t look back. “Then you know what must come.” “I will not sacrifice my son for a prophecy I didn’t write.” “No, Moonborn. But he may choose it himself.” Selene’s throat tightened. “What do I do?” The Matriarch finally turned. “Raise them in truth. Give them strength. And when the fire comes—when the world breaks again—you must stand between them. Even if it kills you.” --- That night, Selene dreamed.

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.

He almost smiled. "When did you get so smart?" he murmured. "I married a paranoid warlord," I said. "It rubs off." Footsteps echoed down the corridor. Heavy, measured, confident. The tall woman with the war axe rounded the corner. Up close, she was even more intimidating. She had to be six and a half feet tall, built like she could snap a tree in half. The axe on her back looked like it weighed more than I did. "The Matriarch requests your presence," she said. Her voice was surprisingly melodic for someone so terrifying.

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.