I Will Be The Matriarch In This Life Novels & Stories

It was a woman with ivory skin and hair like spun glass—the Original Matriarch. The "Forbidden Love" hadn't ended the war. it had merely invited the real owners of the world to the table. Watch out for the next Chapter

The girl lifted her chin with the brittle pride of someone carrying a name too heavy for her bones. “My mother holds the south wall,” she said. “And she sent me to find you before the Watchers did.”

“We are gathered to give our love and support. To honor the young woman who died to protect us all. Please, join hands. God, wolf, witch, fae, angel, or other—we stand united.” I take Brandon’s hand on one side, Natalie’s on the other. The energy flows through us, pulsing and alive. Even those with no sense for magic would feel it humming beneath their skin. Hecate continues once the circle is complete. “Our sister, Nyx Maria Laurent, gave her life so we could live. Her soul resides now in Tartarus. One day, she will return—and our lives will be richer for it. But for her sacrifice, we bury the memory of who she was, to make space for who she will become.”

he asked, words dripping with contempt. “I think you’re stranded in old ideologies that have no place here and don’t serve anyone. You’re talking about Liam’s past like it’s some kind of curse. You have no idea what you’re sparking!” A fire ignited within me, fueled by determination. “You’re threatening us without cause!” Liam stepped beside me and spoke with newfound steadiness. “I am not a traitor. My mother’s past does not define me.” “And yet, it will ever shadow your every move, whether you would like it to or not,” another elder interjected, his age showing visibly in his gaze. “Your mother was only an Omega.”

The one Silas had been watching from the shadows. “You leave her out of this,” I hissed. My fingers tightened on the lighter in my pocket. “Then sign,” Venus commanded. She gestured to the book. “Sign the protocol. Not as an anchor for a Wolfe, but as the Matriarch of the new line. Accept the inheritance. The resonance you’ve been sharing with Darius… it’s not a gift. It’s a down payment. If you don’t bridge it now, it will consume you both by morning.”

The room stilled, as if the entire world were holding its breath. Aria didn’t respond right away. Her voice was trapped somewhere between grief and disbelief. She turned to me, her eyes wide, confused. Broken. The kind of look someone wears when they’ve lost one thing only to be handed another they never asked for. “Since you’re the only child,” said a woman elder with long gray braids, “it is right for us to make you the Alpha of this pack. And since you have your mate, he will rule with you.” Silence rang louder than a scream.

"Why the hell would she mate me to a heartless monster. For what reason?" "I don't have an answer to your question but I understand how you feel." She said as she drew me closer to her but I stepped aside. I didn't want her pity. "No you don't understand. It isn't you whose mate doesn't care about your existence." I said and more tears welled up in my eyes. "You are right Leila, I don't understand but one thing I know is that, the heavens have a reason behind everything." "Yeah, they have a reason for destroying my peaceful life." I don't give a shit about the heavens.

I let out a sigh and began to look around the study. “They don’t just want to kill you they want to use you to take over the heavenly realm and rule the world as its new gods.” Mother’s voice echoes through the study. “Then why don’t the gods stop granting them power? That should be simple.” I turn to see the seriousness in her eyes.

Nobody was created or was born naturally crazy. It's just that they created their illusion because of the environment they grew up in and the way people around them brought them up. It's their choice that they decided to act crazy when reality they are not. However, if they want to remain crazy then I will go crazy with them. Coming out of my thoughts I glare at Ambrose. "Then you should have looked for Hailey to take his head. I am Sr. Claire NaronzoThe woman in service of God. Not a mate. Not a creature like you or the bloody Jenna Harrison." I said and straighten my clothes.

I tried to scream, but it came out as a weak wheeze. I looked out the shattered window. My father, Henry Williams, stood under the orange glow of a streetlamp. He was holding my daughter. He looked at her like she was a trophy, not a human being. The Matriarch stood beside him, her black veil fluttering in the wind. She held a long, thin blade that glinted like a snake’s tooth. "She’s perfect, Henry," the Matriarch whispered. "A clean slate. We will raise her to be the queen we always wanted."