Novel & Cerita Matriarch In This Life

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.

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 smoothed her skirts, wiped the exhaustion from her face, and walked back into the warmth of the parlor. The Matriarchal Alliance Jane Bishop was already busy greeting guests, so Chloe moved toward the center of the room where Old Mrs. Grayson sat with Liam Jr. The scene was unexpectedly domestic. The three matriarchs—Old Mrs. Grayson, Old Mrs. Tang, and Old Mrs. Bishop—were deep in conversation. They looked like old friends who had known each other for lifetimes, already laughing about future mahjong dates.

Then the matriarch walked close to where I was and called the women who normally divided up the order while she was gone. "I want you to guard the perimeter," the matriarch said immediately. "I had thought this would take longer, but it seems the humans don't learn their lesson. So take care of everything, give them a big go-ahead, and keep them away. We can play their game, so it's a matter of moves." "What do we do about the river?" one of them asked, and the matriarch pursed her lips. "Nothing; I'm going to take care of that myself with the help of a tattletale," she said, and the others left laughing. Then she spun around as if searching. "I know you're here, Alice, so come out."

"Well, in my family and community, we divide tasks. Everyone does what they’re good at. I provide safety, and in return, I’m taken care of. And I live with my parents to save money—so that when I have a… wife, I can provide for her." I spoke seriously, because it was serious. That’s how a pack functioned—like a beehive, each member fulfilling a role. And instead of "wife," I had almost said mate. But I wasn’t ready for that conversation yet. Laila frowned. "That’s… an interesting community you live in." She was thinking. I could see it in the crease of her brows. Then, suddenly, she leaned in slightly and whispered with wide eyes, "Is it a sect?"

"That's not luck. That's you." She looked at the valley. The light was beginning to find the edges of the mountains. "The old vampire woman," she said. "The Matriarch. She told me the Keeper would test me." "I know. I watched her come to you during the recess." "Why would she do that? She doesn't know me."

"The Matriarch bloodline is constitutional authority. That means when you walk into any room in this pack, you are not a guest. You are not a contender. You are the person the room is supposed to adjust to. You have to believe that before anyone else will." "I'm still learning what I am," I said. "I know," she said. "Learn faster." I almost smiled. "You're not very gentle about this." "Rhea is gentle," she said. "Rhea is teaching you history and law and the deep things that matter over decades. I am teaching you how to not walk out of a room because Lyra of North-Crest touched Killian's arm." She held my gaze. "These are both important. Mine is just more immediately useful."

"What does this have to do with me? I didn't personally kill Mrs. Hughes Senior. How can you pin her death on me? Besides, you're the one who didn't explain things clearly from the start, which is why Martin didn't know what was happening. Isn't this all your fault? "If you'd just told him the whole story from the beginning, would any of this have happened? And yes, I'm sad that Mrs. Hughes Senior died too, but how can dead people be more important than the living? You should stop being so upset. It's not like Mrs. Hughes Senior was actually your real mother anyway."

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

Her features are wrinkled from years of hard living and perhaps a tale tell sign of her age. From what I have heard of witches though, they live a very long time. When they do pass, they turn to dust so there is no way anyone will ever find their body. Perhaps it is because they live so long, that they turn to dust, but no one really knows for sure. She makes a loud shriek and then the animals of the woods seem to stare at her as if she is commanding all of them at once. I step forward and walk towards her cautiously before she declares, “You shall not come any further! You are on my property and anyone who trespasses dies. Why do you dare to step foot on my ground and in my woods?”