Romans & histoires Ill Be The Matriarch In This Life Novel Forum

she said to the group before her, "we can discuss the particulars of this development later." There were a few grumbles but the discord eased and they went back to their meals, content this newest change would be sorted. As a Matriarch should. *** "I know you all don't agree with much the current Matriarch does, but I will not allow you to contradict her in front of the Clan," Luna sat with the Elders and a few of the mateless adults. The library was a quiet spot for these discussions and Luna felt soothed being surrounded by their written history around her.

I realised that I had been couped up studying most of the day and the only person I had seen all day was James “Victoria and Steve are in their room studying. Jill and Chad have gone to visit her mum” “Wait Jill’s mum got in contact?” “Yeah, she misses Jill and wants to catch up. She is living in the centre of town with lots of humans around, so she is safe from Aaron” “How do you know?” “He does not want to alert humans to our existence. Last time that happened we were hunted and almost wiped out” “I get that” “True I forgot about the witch trials”

Khai is already crazy in love with her, I can tell. They stand before me, wearing a gorgeous smile. I can't help but smile, too. They suit each other so well. " Sister, this is Marie Fletcher, my mate and future mother of my kids," he says. Marie blushes and extends her hand to me, " Hello, Marie, pleased to meet you. I'm Elara Silvius," I say, " pleasure," We sit down to eat and talk. I learn that Marie is a lone wolf living among humans on the city's outskirts.

My mother had the audacity to look smug, “As you should. It’s about time you do something right, Lilliana.” Flopping into my seat, anger coursed through me at her words. The contract was just thoughts, but she truly hopes that I will lay back and spread my legs, becoming a slave for Elliot. We don’t live in the world of the Handmaid’s Tale, though I think my mother reminds me of Serena. A high-strung bitch who thinks she’s above everyone else. Riding on the backs of those beneath her while simultaneously turning a blind eye to the horrors of reality.

That made them dangerous. At the temple steps, Rowan stopped. “I’ll wait here,” he said, his voice low. “If anything feels wrong, give me the signal.” I nodded once. Inside, the Matriarch stood barefoot in a circle of salt, her white hair braided with silver charms, her eyes glowing faintly green. She looked ancient and untouchable, like a storm bottled in human form. “Alpha Damon.” Her voice was soft, but it carried like thunder in the stillness. “You come alone.”

I smiled and shook my head at their familiar, stubborn bickering. "Now, you are officially our Matriarch, Aurelia," Uncle Elias said, his voice echoing through the corridor as he turned to the assembled vanguard. "Everyone, pay homage to our new leader!" In an instant, every elite officer present snapped to attention, executing a crisp, unified salute. "Welcome, Matriarch!" they shouted in unison, bowing deeply before me. A surge of intense power flowed through my veins—a profound realization of the absolute power resting firmly in my hands. In my past life, I was a victim of fate. In this life, I was the sovereign ruler who decided the destiny of my empire.

Then I faced the Matriarch, keeping my expression stone still. “Grandmother, Elira’s a born traitor. Everything about her scent is rotten,” I said. “Don’t believe a word coming from her mouth.” The Matriarch’s frown cut deeper into the lines of her weathered face. Elira opened her mouth, desperate to protest, but my icy stare cut her off. “You claimed your father’s a mutilated warrior, your mother’s dying of spirit decay, and your brother needs resources for elite training? Funny, because here’s what my scouts found.”

It kept the brothers trapped in a light, defensive sleep, their inner wolves constantly pacing the perimeters of their minds. Across the room, on the wicker couch, Elana’s torment was entirely different, and infinitely more insidious. The exhausted Matriarch fell into a deep, painfully vivid dream, pulled relentlessly backward through the decades until she was standing at the edge of a massive, roaring bonfire. She was young again, vibrant and untouched by tragedy. The night air was thick and intoxicating, heavy with the scent of pine needles, woodsmoke, and the electric, magnetic energy of a powerful new Alpha visiting their territory.

Alex and Damian stood back-to-back, breathing hard, weapons raised, the hybrid child kicking strongly inside Alex’s swollen belly. “You cannot win this,” the Matriarch called, voice cutting through the wind. “The ritual is already begun. The child is mine by blood. But I offer one final mercy. A soul swap. One of you will take my place as the immortal matriarch. The other will live free with the child. Choose which soul inhabits which body. Choose now.” Damian’s grip on his pistol tightened. “Or what?” “Or I take both souls and leave empty shells.”

Elder Thomas “Very well,” the Matriarch says, it’s the first time she is speaking since I came in. Her voice calm in the way a sharpened knife is calm before it cuts. “It seems we have no more use for you.” The bottom falls out of my stomach. “No, no, wait—please—” I stumble back a step, hands raised, heart pounding so hard I hear it in my ears. She lifts a single, elegant hand. The pain is instant.