Matriarch In This Life Novels & Stories

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.

Kesi, the healer, had approached her, bowing deeply before handing her a scroll sealed with pale green wax. "The Matriarch requests your presence in the Sun-Chamber, Earth-Breaker," Kesi had whispered, her amber eyes wide with reverence. "She wishes to speak with you alone." Now, Mwajuma stood before the colossal, sweeping doors of the Matriarch’s inner sanctum at the very apex of the Mother-Tree. The doors were carved from living wood, depicting a beautiful, intricate mural of women lifting the sun into the sky while chaining beasts in the roots below.

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."

Just the sound of our own breathing. Then the words just spill out of me, messy and unprompted. “My mother put a bullet in Julian’s chest right in front of my face.” Kain’s jaw bunches up until a muscle starts twitching. “I know.” “She’s the Matriarch. The whole damn thing was her script. My ‘death.’ Letting you grab me off the street. Using my neck as a safe deposit box for her ledger.” My voice cracks on the last word, turning into an ugly, wet scrape. “She told me I was born for this dirt. She said I’m just like her.”

Etta asked, fearful of what she might hear next. "No. My aunt and uncle on my fathers side live with another pack across country and my mothers brother was also killed during the rebellion. Once Beta James became Alpha he took me in. He was my fathers most trusted advisor and friend, I had no reason to doubt that he would care for me." Annalise closed her eyes as she thought back to her childhood.

Most of them should be inside already, and this is the first time in a long time since I last attended a state meeting. For them, I've been out for over four months, but for me, I've been out for over years. Because in previous lives, I never got to this point; back to carrying out my duties as a Wolf Queen. In those lives, I became the mad woman, the villainess of the century. -"Girl, don't tremble in front of them."- 'I know. I won't, Shan.' They would whisper if I showed any sign of getting hurt. Even though Luelle was nipping away at my life, I didn't want them to think it was over just because my husband loved another woman. Placing an indifferent expression, I gripped the doorknob.