Matilda Hortensia Novels & Stories

"Alright. I had my reasons when I decided to recruit you all. My name is not Margot but Matilda. I have lived for 250 years and when I was two hundred years old I met Alpha Vincentius of the Red Crescent Moon Pack." * Autumn 200 years ago... "I'm not a bad person, give me your hand so I can pull you out of that mud." Matilda hesitated for a moment when she saw the figure with a scarred face above her. Only when Matilda looked into the dark blue eyes that radiated sincerity did she have the courage to extend her hand. Margot felt the strong pull of the man's burly hand so that she could get out of the quicksand that almost sucked her in.

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Lex growls, “I wouldn’t send my children to another kingdom with little more than a guard as an escort.” “Be that as it may,” Lothario says calmly, tilting his head in Dad’s direction, “what happened here wasn’t known to my king. The vampire Matilda wasn’t supposed to travel with the princess.” “Was Matilda not a princess herself?” Dad asks coldly, pacing back in the opposite direction. “In name only. Her mother’s line was not royal. She was a byproduct of a breeding situation that ended up not being needed after King Mattias found a suitable match in his late queen. Princess Faye’s mother, may her soul rest in peace.”

The truth is on the tip of my tongue, ready to spill—I didn’t, I failed, I had no intention to give—but before I can speak, Matilda’s breaks the silence. “He did.” I snap my head toward her, startled. What's she talking about? Matilda steps forward, holding another wooden box in her hands, this one smaller, but with also well designed as the first. She lifts it carefully, as if she is holding something fragile. “Emal asked me to present this on his behalf.” She turns to the Luna, offering the box with a composed smile. “It’s a special longevity pill, a rare find from one of my adventures. It is said to promote good health and extended vitality. I gifted it to Emal, but he insisted I give it

I asked her, and she looked at the water and looked at me. "You won't gain the magic of the Valkin," she said, and I was in shock. "Your mate has no wolf. You can only gain the magic when her wolf comes. She is just as good as a chosen for now," she said, and I was shocked. I looked at Maxwell and Clay, and the shock registered on their faces too. "Will she ever gain her wolf?" I asked, and she looked at me. "What is her name?" Elsa asked. "Scarlett Vladislav," Clay responded, and she looked at us.

Matilda stood posing in different styles as cameras flash across her taking different pictures of her. As we were walking in, I saw a pretty lady wearing a red jun suit approaching us. Her hair was pinned up, and her makeup was neutral yet it looks stunning on her. Matilda looked at me and whispered. "I hope you will be fine without me. She coming to take me to the reserved seat." "Of course, I mean why not." " Hello, matilda. You look beautiful." She complimented her Greek accent with a smile on her face immediately after she approached us.

The other maids who were also in the vegetable garden giggled and squealed. Malerna was thirty-nine years old, of black descent, and a single mother of one five-year-old son. She was Lady Faye’s assistant and her right hand. Lianne treated Malerna like an older sister that she had never had. Residing in a town near the Regaleria mansion, she and her son would trek a kilometer away every morning just to go work in the mansion. ‘Mae’ sometimes she was nicknamed, had always been called a matchmaker of the other maidservants.

Maggie It was thick darkness. Only the sound of the rustling of leaves and creeping night insects could be heard. She glanced at her wrist watch, it was 9.02pm. But she stood there at the center of the large compound of St Patrick's Catholic church waiting, standing in front of her white Mercedes Benz, waiting for her meeting with the Medusa demon - the Vampire. They were two minutes late to the meeting, one she had arranged risking her very existence. The Vampire had contacted her demanding to know her status with the location of Fisheye. She had told them that she didn't have Fisheye, but she had something better - the flash drive! Hence, she set the meeting point and time.

The silence in the sitting room, seemed short-lived, because Madison began conversing immediately, meanwhile Alexandra heads to the kitchen, without uttering another word. ________________________🖊 Once Alexandra gets into the kitchen, she heads to the fridge. Without uttering a word, she pulls out a chi exotic flavoured drink. It seemed chilled, she carefully placed it on the island, now heading to get a tray and few glasses. On getting there, she puts everything in order, before moving back to the Island. She places everything on the tray, an attempt to step out, she remembers something, which makes her pause for a while, before dropping the tray on the Island.

, the brunette haired witch gasped, coughing up blood “take care of Lena…she n-needs your protection” Lillian nodded “I’ll take good care of her Margaret , I promise”, she vowed. “Thank you”, Margaret whispered, her eyes fluttering shut. “Goodbye, my friend”, Lillian murmured, a tear rolling down her face. She wiped it away. There would be more time to mourn later. First, she had to get Lena to safety. She headed back upstairs, picked up the infant and the cameo. Lillian then left the Mackenzie house without a backwards glance at the dead bodies of her friends.