Matriarch In This Life Novels & Stories

She was from a lineage of nature spiritualists who connected with nature and its elements for spirit and magical purposes. Now that I had half-handled the situation with Alaric, I had to call Julian, who I knew also had something important to say if he had given me all those missed calls. I picked up my phone and went through the text message he sent, and my jaw fell the moment I read it. "The Matriarchs are on to something, and it has everything to do with you."

The elder’s eyes were fixed on the still surface, her reflection barely visible. “She’s advancing faster than expected,” Teagan said. The Matriarch’s expression didn’t change. “Her blood remembers what she does not.” “You think the prophecy’s real.” “I think it’s already begun,” the Matriarch replied. “A fractured moon. A child of shadow and light. Her existence has already changed the tide.” Teagan’s gaze flicked toward the horizon, where faint clouds gathered over the distant mountains. “Then we’d better make sure she survives what’s coming.”

The woman’s face… it was identical to the photographs of his grandmother he had seen in the secret archives kept by his late uncle Julian. “Grandmother?” Mavric whispered, unable to believe his own eyes. The woman smiled, yet there was absolutely no warmth or kindness in her expression. “Call me The Matriarch, Mavric. And you, Liora… thank you so much for bringing the final key right to our doorstep. Now… let us discuss exactly how we are going to lead this world together.” It turned out that their greatest enemy was not simply Mavric’s mother. The true source of all their troubles lay much deeper within the roots of the Thorne family tree itself.

“The ceremony will take place shortly after your birthday. We cannot put it off further.” Claim. The word lands wrong. Heavy. Possessive. Like I am an object that has been misplaced and finally retrieved. I stand. My legs feel oddly steady for someone whose world just tilted. I should be happy that I get to meet him finally. Though there is a part of me that wishes he never comes at all. But I doubt that would release me or give me freedom to do as I will. “So I do not get a choice,” I say. “You get dignity,” he answers “You get protection. You get to honor your obligation with grace, and become the Matriarch to a powerful dynasty.”

I asked, my eyes were hurting at this point because the way they were widening from time to time seemed like I was on a mission to have them out of my sockets. "The woman in the current world is Makaria. Makaria is not only a name. It belongs to the queen of witches. When I died she took my position, gaining my name as a bonus. Though she is a half-witch now however in the current world she is one of the strongest witches, her powers exceed mine. Ehhh...after I took my own life, that poor girl had to handle all the mess I created." She clarified the situation and I made an oh which didn't last long when I heard her saying that she took her own life.

"Get out! I'm their daughter! Why are you trying to take them from me? This is my house, you filthy beggar! Get out!" My mother, Anna Larson, rushed over to embrace her, murmuring gentle words of comfort. "Don't cry, you'll always be our daughter. Just because your sister's back doesn't mean we don't love you anymore. We'll love you as much as we did. We'll love you both." My father, John Manfred, stood protectively before me with a resigned look. "Lisa's been spoiled rotten by your mother, and now she has a real princess complex. Since you're six years older, do try to be more patient with her later on."

Once it cleared though, Marcus's reassuring smile gave me the strength I needed to complete the impossibly long walk. I reached the thrones, and Alpha Damarus stepped forward, holding a white cloth. He stared down at where I stood at the base of the few stone steps that led to the platforms the thrones sat on. "Alexandra, daughter of Alpha Mattias, leader of the Moonridge Pack. Today you stand before my son, Alpha Marcus, heir to the Ashclaw legacy, and swear to remain by his side through his reign and beyond it. Do you swear to follow this oath and face the consequence of breaking it."

While her spirit remained intensely anxious for my safety, the health of the ancient matriarch commanded supreme pack priority. During the airborne transport back to the Pierce Compound, Brooke’s intellect continuously weighed the variables of the crisis. “During the grand seasonal eclipse celebration last winter, her internal beast appeared completely radiant and saturated with primal energy. What hidden variable caused her biological matrix to collapse with such extreme velocity?” As Brooke’s mind conjured the image of the warm, ancient matriarch, her chest couldn't prevent a wave of deep sorrow from moving through her system. Although their historical interactions had been relatively brie

Even though everyone looked down on me for being an ordinary omega without a wolf, who was only lucky enough to be mated to an alpha, she never did. She helped me raise my head high, and told me to look these people in the eyes, because I was where they all wanted to be. I shook my head at that line of thought. In this life things were much different, and I almost felt bitter about reliving a life such as this. Because now she wasn't nice to me anymore, but one of the thorns in my side. Susan Chris. My mate's mother, and a matriarch, if I ever heard of one. One of the most powerful people controlling the things that went on in the palace.

Viviana nodded. “Being the Don's wife and being the Matriarch of the Conte family are two different things Viviana. You may have secured the former, but the latter? It takes more than a ring and title as the Don's wife. Anyone can try to stand against you, trying to stop you from being the Matriarch. Once you're qualified to be on, you're on. But before that, expect counters.” Viviana remained silent, waiting for her to continue.