Matriarch In This Life Novels & Stories

Her face was a perfect, terrifying mirror of my own. "I am the **Matriarch**," she said, her glass lips moving in perfect sync with the voice in my head. "The Architects were the dreamers. I am the Waking. I am the one who planted the seeds in your father’s mind. I am the mother you never had." "My mother is dead!" I snarled, launching a bolt of Grey Flame at the glass figure. The flame hit her chest and simply... absorbed. She didn't even flinch. She grew brighter, the energy feeding her form.

Taller than even when she tried to act like a mother. “I was never just a maid, Valencia,” she said. “And I wasn't the only woman the Blackwoods and the Rossis tried to erase. My real name isn't Maria, you may be shocked because that is what you’ve known since childhood but honey, this war runs deep. I am the Founding Matriarch of The Silver Veil.” “The Silver Veil?” I echoed.

"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."

The living thorns of her gown withered and died, crumbling to ash around her feet. "Face the Rite," I said softly. "Not as my enemy. As yourself. Let them see the girl you were before the entity took everything. And maybe—just maybe—you can finally let go." The chamber held its breath. Then, slowly, the Matriarch stepped into the circle. The mirrors around us blazed with light. And the Rite began.

she pauses, “but are you certain you want her dead? I would like to see her, even if just once.” “It's what you want, is it not? You know best, and because of that, I will always follow whatever decision you make.” “Oh my son,” she touches my face gently, looking straight into my eyes. “Everything that I do, I do it for you. I will go to any lengths to protect my family.” From the fire burning in her eyes, I find it incredibly easy to believe her. The Matriarch of the Derulo family, popularly referred to as the Devil's Sword, because of the life she lived before becoming my father's mate and Luna.

It was chaotic and brutal and alive — the only kind of rhythm we’d ever really known. Then, through the smoke, I saw her. The Matriarch. Tall, cloaked, her silver hair glinting like frost under firelight. She wasn’t fighting — she was watching, arms outstretched as if conducting the chaos around her. Our eyes met across the battlefield, and I swear, for a second, everything stilled. I felt her inside my mind, her voice a whisper like cold water. You were never meant to survive this, Nora Ainsley.

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.”

"The mirrors didn't just burn the Tear. They sent a handshake protocol into deep space. Something out there just acknowledged us." Killian moved closer, his hand resting protectively on the small of my back. "Is it the Matriarch’s kin? Or something the Director was trying to hide?" "The Matriarch spoke of the cradle," I said, my voice barely audible over the hum of the city. "But she never said we were the only children in it. If the 'Inversion' was felt across the planet, imagine what it felt like to the sources of our bloodline."

Her eyes were black—pure, consuming void. The Crimson Matriarch. “Moonborn,” she intoned, her voice a song wrapped in rust and flame. “The blood sings again.” Selene bowed slightly. “You sent for me.” “I felt the children breach the veil,” the Matriarch said. “They tore the fabric of balance wide open with their birth. You have awakened something… ancient.” Kael stepped closer, instinctively protective. “They’re infants.” “They are catalysts,” she corrected. --- Inside the spire, it was warm and pulsing—like being inside a living heart.

Putting my hands on my hips, I turn to face both giants of men, my gaze unwavering. "I want to learn to defend with weapons." I say, and they both look at me in surprise, before staring at each other. "Say what now, my lady?" Lip asks, taking a step closer. "I'm tired of feeling like a useless human. I can't bring anything to the table, I'm not magickal, I'm just worthless. I need to do something so I can bring my family back home!" I say, feeling hysteria creep into my voice. Lip looks at Quill, and then he sighs. "My lady, you're not worthless. I promise. In fact, there's a chance you might even be of magician's descent." Lip explained.