I Will Be The Matriarch Novels & Stories

“Unborn. Conceived through a fertility spell of the old tongue. That spell is forbidden to be used without consent.” The Matriarch’s smile faltered. Maika stepped forward. “The child carries my son’s blood. His power. His legacy. I want the truth, Matriarch. One of your family used him. And if you value your name and line, you will tell me now who it was.” Silence fell heavy as thunder. The Matriarch exhaled slowly, then gestured. “Summon the young witches. All of them.” Within moments, the younger Moonwell women—Lysandra among them—were gathered in the hall. They stood in an uneasy line, all too aware of the storm hovering in the vampire princess’s eyes.

There's the same calming yet authoritative vibe radiating from her—the presence of someone accustomed to leadership and respect. Brodik steps forward and greets her formally. "Matriarch Velindra." Matriarch Velindra… So this is the coven Matriarch of the light witches—she’s a Grand Witch and also the strongest light witch apart from the Primarch Arcana herself. I take her in, studying the woman who holds so much power and responsibility.

Kael stood at the front, his voice steady even as the wind howled around us. “The Matriarch isn’t waiting anymore. We’ve seen what she can do — we’ve survived it once. But next time, she’ll come with everything she has. We can’t just defend. We strike.” A murmur rippled through the crowd. I caught Grayson’s eye across the fire — he looked both thrilled and terrified. Lira’s jaw was set like stone. Kellen just stared at Kael, unreadable. “And how do we strike back?” I asked. “She’s not like the others. She’s—”

Me and my mother trusted her and she betrayed us. I can't allow this to go on. I can't just forgive this. I need to stand up to my mate. And I need to make sure she leaves my life for good. No matter how much it'll kill me, I'm loyal to my mother. I can't just let this go. I have to the awful truth and break things off with Bria.

My mother’s death wasn’t just a loss—it was a rupture in the delicate web she had woven around me, the threads that held my future together. It was a twisted fate that made me wonder whether I was the one being groomed, or whether she had just been using me all along. The prophecy that had haunted our family for generations, one spoken in riddles and whispers, had never been so near, so close to reality. Darius had confirmed it in cryptic words before my mother died, her final moments filled with desperate urgency. Derek, of all people, knew more about it than he was letting on. It felt as though the world was closing in around me, the weight of whatever was coming suffocating every ounce of

The elder’s eyes were fixed on the still surface, her reflection barely visible. “She’s advancing faster than expected,” Teagan said. The Matriarch’s expression didn’t change. “Her blood remembers what she does not.” “You think the prophecy’s real.” “I think it’s already begun,” the Matriarch replied. “A fractured moon. A child of shadow and light. Her existence has already changed the tide.” Teagan’s gaze flicked toward the horizon, where faint clouds gathered over the distant mountains. “Then we’d better make sure she survives what’s coming.”

That is the least thing I would do. “Who says I can’t? I will be more powerful. Powerful than Alqamar if I kill the Goddess. Can’t you understand that it’ll benefit all of us? Cristine…aren’t you agree with me? You’re having a hard time with your mate…why don’t you…come and join me?” he’s trying to convince me.

Two packs. Twenty years of war. One arranged mating neither of them wanted. Isla Thorne is bound to the son of the pack that killed her brother. Bastian Ravencross is bound to the daughter of the pack he blames for his father's death. They hate each other enough to kill. On their first night alone together, one of them almost does. Then, just as that hatred starts turning into something else, someone is determined to ruin the growing closeness, and Isla wakes up not remembering why she ever stopped hating him at all.

“No, Cazz. The pack. Everyone.” I stopped walking a few feet short of the dais, frowning. “Why?” “Because I am the Matriarch of the royal line and I have told them that I am going to commend their Queen to them.” Adrenaline punched me in the stomach. “The fuck you are—” “You are done speaking to me that way—” “I will speak to you however I please—no matter your power, I am still your King!” “In name, certainly.” “In everything,” I growled.

“You used all of us.” “I gave her a purpose,” the matriarch hissed. “And she gave me access.” Celeste narrowed her eyes. “But you don’t have the power.” The matriarch’s expression soured. “Not yet.” “You never will,” Silas said, stepping forward now. His voice was steel. “The Goddess chose her. And you’ll never touch what’s hers.” “Then I’ll destroy it,” the matriarch said simply. “If I cannot have the power… then I will burn the bloodline that denied me.”