Ill Be The Matriarch In This Life Novel Forum Novels & Stories

/-Maxmillian-/ My phone rang and I was surprised to see Doctor Ellie calling. She was the one in charge of the autopsy on the Matriarch’s corpse. Her call was the very thing I had been waiting for, for days now. This could change everything. If I could prove that the Matriarch didn’t die from a terminal disease, then the Council would be forced to investigate her death. And God help Eric if he was responsible for it. He would see a different side of hell, one he never knew existed.

"You’ve already lost it, Mother. Can’t you see the pack elders whispering?" "I’ll kill them all. I’ll make them watch." "And then who will be left? Just us, in a ruined Den, waiting for the executioner." "I won't be ruined! I am the Matriarch!" "You’re a ghost, and the pack has already moved on. Stop this farce before they take your head." "Is that all you have to say? You, my own blood?" "I’m the only one trying to keep your neck out of the noose. If you want to keep clawing at him, do it. But don't expect me to follow you into the grave."

"What the matriarch did is fine as long as the Goddess allowed it; she fulfilled her will." "Indeed, but the humans seem stubborn to see the sorceresses as the villains Such is the situation that they have no respect for the matriarch; it's as if she was to blame for everything and that she told them where they could get water north of the village," Alice recounted in disbelief. That made me frown. "How does the matriarch know where else there is water?" I asked, and she raised her shoulders and denied emphatically. "The truth is, I don't know, but if the matriarch said it is because there is some truth to it, she wouldn't play with valuable information like that," Alice expounded earnestly.

Damien crossed his arms. "What does she want?" The answer came immediately. "Cinthye." The room became uncomfortably quiet. No thank you. She already had enough problems. She didn't need evil relatives added to the list. "What does she want with me?" The Matriarch's face darkened. "You're the last living heir." "Oh." Because suddenly that made sense. Not good sense. Dangerous sense. The worst kind. She's becoming a target yet again what a life she had first at showbiz now here.

As she does his whole body shifts, fading from grey to brown to a brilliant golden light and then disappearing into the air. I sniff hard when he’s gone, leaning all my weight against Anton, who holds me close. “Is that it? Is it done?” “Yes,” Life says, turning her eyes to me, folding her hands in front of her. “His mother will discover soon that she is with child.” “And what will happen after that?” I ask, sniffing again and wiping my cheeks. The Goddess shrugs. “I don’t know. It is not for me to see the future.” “Okay, well you’re not reincarnating this one,” I say, reaching out an arm and crossing it in front of Anton, frowning ferociously at the Goddess of Life.

Mia stood beside the woman, her expression vacant, her eyes reflecting the white spears in the sky. "Let her go," Elara said. Her voice didn't shake, but the ground beneath her did. Inside her, the iron shards of Vane and Malphas’s souls were screaming, a chaotic storm of "Kill" and "Wait." "Is that any way to speak to your elders, Elara?" The Grandmother smiled, and the air around her shimmered with the heat of a thousand suns. "I am the Matriarch of the White Court. Cassiel was merely my scout. You, however... you are the dividends I’ve been waiting a century to collect."

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?

she giggled. "A handful? I was a warrior in training." "You were adorable," she corrected, pecking his lips. Then she winked. "But don't worry. Now, you're just feral and handsome." He laughed, the sound rich and warm. He pointed to a photo of an elderly woman with silver hair and a kind, sharp face. "That was the Matriarch. She looked after Matthew and me when our parents were dealing with the council. She would have loved you, Willow. She always said I needed a mate who wouldn't be afraid to bite back."

"She's true Abell blood. You? You're just her mom's distant cousin—a tagalong nobody the Pack took pity on. Did you actually think I'd become your mate?" Lena went ghost-pale. She was a distant cousin from my mother's side. After her parents died, we took her in like family. I gave her everything—let her have the spotlight, the praise. And still, she clawed for more. Even my mate. Now, exposed in front of everyone, the stares and murmurs hit her like daggers. "I'm not a tagalong nobody! I'm not!" she cried, shaking, voice cracking with panic. Kain scoffed. "You think I don't see it? Your blood, your rank—nothing stacks up to Eve. You're not even worthy to be her servant, and you thought you

Make sure to become a decent person in your next life. The police had not expected to witness another murder scene while arresting their suspect. They handcuffed Mom and prepared to take her away. She remained eerily calm the entire way, until the very second before she was to be put into the police car, she suddenly broke free and sprinted toward the main road. A car, unable to brake in time, slammed into her with a sickening thud. Mom was thrown heavily onto the ground, blood oozing from her mouth. I felt my spirit begin to fade as I started becoming transparent. I knew it was time for me to go.