Matriarch Novels & Stories

My mother ignored him and focused on me. “We will take Mara with us,” she said. “No,” Ronan and I answered together. Her expression turned steely. “Maeve—” “No.” “Mara has information we require.” “Then you can ask for it.” “And if she refuses?” “She remains Caine’s prisoner.” My mother looked almost disappointed. “You are thinking like a Luna.” I frowned. “I am a Luna.” “You are a Queen.” “Those are not mutually exclusive.” “They are when the Luna serves a Sovereign.”

But his voice had lost its certainty. "Am I?" Morwen gestured to the white roses. "These flowers are the Matriarch's eyes and ears. Every secret spoken in this garden becomes her knowledge. Every regret confessed here becomes her power. She's been cultivating this place for thousands of years. And she's been cultivating you for nine hundred." I thought about the Matriarch's ancient, knowing smile. The way she'd watched the feast like a spider at the center of a web. The enchanted wine that loosened tongues and spilled secrets.

One went through Thomas's pack, and he screamed, "That was my lunch!" At the top of the ridge, a narrow stone stairway led down to the wall. Carved on each step was a small star with seven points. I stared at them as I ran. My mother had walked these steps when she was young. Her family had built all of this. Maren stopped for one second at the top of the stairs. She looked at the huge gray wall, and her lip trembled. "I came here once with my grandfather, when I was a little girl," she said softly. "I thought it was the biggest thing in the whole world."

I confessed. “And why is your line so concerned with Luna Eclipse?” she asked gruffly. Well it’s now or never, out with it I suppose. “My heritage dates back to the beginning of your pack. It was my ancestor, Rhea, that conceived Luna Eclipse. She was the first female Alpha”. Hina and the other women at the table stared at me wide eyed. The entire hall was deadly quiet, I could hear the beating hearts of everyone inside. “You would do well not to lie to me right now” Hina hissed.

I am not good at patience, but I am really trying hard right now. “Your mother never wants you to happen. Because of you, she lived a miserable life, because of you…she couldn’t be with her own mate,” my lips parted to the words he was saying. What the hell was he saying? Is he trying to trick on me so I would betray Alqamar? “What the hell are you talking about—” “Your father wasn’t her mate, Cristine! Your mother was one of the rare ones! She was mated to a human!” he said it like a thunder. I was not able to think properly. My heart is slowly getting heavy as my emotions leak within me.

“Unborn. Conceived through a fertility spell of the old tongue. That spell is forbidden to be used without consent.” The Matriarch’s smile faltered. Maika stepped forward. “The child carries my son’s blood. His power. His legacy. I want the truth, Matriarch. One of your family used him. And if you value your name and line, you will tell me now who it was.” Silence fell heavy as thunder. The Matriarch exhaled slowly, then gestured. “Summon the young witches. All of them.” Within moments, the younger Moonwell women—Lysandra among them—were gathered in the hall. They stood in an uneasy line, all too

and maybe something more. "This belongs to my mother, She was the co-owner of this school, " he said as he looked at the small dent on the top of the piano. Maya's eye lingered on the same place then at him. " was? " she asked; it was not that she did not get his meaning but she knew he needed to let it out; the pain; the sorrow... he needs to be devastated to heal once again... he has to go through pain to get his peace back.

Anita grew even more concerned by this sight, pulling her daughter into an embrace. Catherine felt it was a bit of an odd gesture. She isn’t sure when the last time Anita had hugged her, but she is quite sure that it was such a long time ago. But she needed it, so bad. So, she just accepted, enveloping her mother back. She didn’t realize that there were tears streaming down her face until she was already sobbing. Her heart felt as if it was being magnetized by the floor. It was painful, and she wanted it to stop.

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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 l