Matrix Reloaded Merovingian Novels & Stories

Morfran growled, “Gunner!” “Morfran! Finally, this day, I will be the one to cut off your head!” Gunner snarled behind Lana and Alric, his body also expanding, ready to shift. Morfran watched in horror, clearly seeing Reeth, fronting the group of rebels from the Hidden Mist Valley, and Lucille placed with them, ready to attack. He hissed in annoyance before mumbling, “That bitch, Geneva, she -” “If it makes you feel better, she has no idea I am aware of her betrayal,” Alric said, his hands slowly taking off his shirt. He growled and declared, “Morfran, let this fight begin!”

"He knew I was fading. He expected to march onto my 150,000 acres, hand a few papers to a dying hermit, and watch this kingdom fall into his lap without a fight. But he didn't count on you, my fierce scribe. You brought me back to life, you protected our treaties, and now he realizes he has to fight a resurrected King." Rebecca’s fear completely evaporated, replaced by a cold, brilliant resolve that matched the ancient fire in her mate's eyes. She looked back toward the map where Fiona was already tracking the first movements of the heavy mercenary machinery on the western ridge. "Then let's show him what happens when he tries to move the bookmark," Rebecca said softly, her voice steady and

A man no older than Lucian, eyes dark and hollowed by something deeper than grief. The iron-haired woman inclined her head. Not a bow. A recognition. “I am Maerith of the Broken Crown,” she said. “And you are not what we expected.” Raine straightened. “You usually aren’t, when you expect nothing to survive.” Lucian let out a low chuckle. “Oh, I like her already.” Maerith’s gaze flicked to him. “You smell of blood and unfinished wars.” “Perceptive,” Lucian said. “You smell like someone who didn’t lose.”

It was another flaw inherent to the Merlocks. As their blood began to boil with anticipation, the Merlocks were overcome with a primal excitement for battle. Their innate fondness for combat surged within them, and they eagerly awaited the forthcoming slaughter. “Charge!” Morven brandished his blades, taking the lead with remarkable swiftness. As they charged forward, their pace accelerated, showcasing the extraordinary agility of the Merlocks. Morven and his two hundred warriors maintained a precise triangular formation, their speed increasing with each stride as they closed in on the gates.

Morgane bowed her head and sang in that very same terrible tongue. "I call the old. I call the broken. I call the blood once spilled in vain." "Arise, warriors of forgotten hate. March, avengers of vengeance unclaimed." And they listened. Deep across the mountains, in the sanctuary, the fires burned in the war room. Vera let go of the relic she held. Rhovan drew his sword instinctively. Emereah halted. Lunareth, cradled against her chest, suddenly screamed. She wasn't awake.

Given the sins they’d committed over the years which forever condemned them. The fate of a mafia lord and his gun-moll might be anything but heaven. So, where are we? "What on earth do you think you’re doing?" the woman pushed him away. Her voice startled him, breaking through the haze in his mind. His gaze lingered on her, taking in the details he had missed in his desperate delirium. The face, those exquisite brown eyes, her dusky complexion—even the delicate shape of her jawline—it all resembled Vanessa. But the rest of her? Completely different.

The terror carved into my bones had not faded at all, even after living again. My back pressed tightly against the tree trunk. I forgot how to breathe, staring unblinking at the man not far away, and at Vivian, crawling at his feet. She gasped twice, then slowly lowered her head. "Master, I was wrong." My eyes widened in shock. I had always believed that Vivian, who dared to resist Marco, would stand firm against Luca no matter what. I never imagined that in less than a single day, she would already submit at his feet.

I reached out for the backseat and dropped my plate of food on it, I sniffled in deeply trying to control my tears, he didn’t make any attempt to make me stop crying neither did he ask me to stop crying, he just sat there and paid attention to me. “After my mom saw the video, even with the glaring fact that Novan was hitting me, she kept on saying there’s nothing wrong with it,” “I know she doesn’t like me, but this?! It hits differently,” I sobbed. My tears spilling over despite my attempts to hold them back. After I somehow reincarnated, I made up my mind to never cry in front of anyone but here I was, falling apart in front of Damon. And the worst part was, I couldn't bring myself to care

The beta had pushed her father to the ground, placing his leg on her father's head, which was a sign that her father had been defeated and stripped of the title of an Alpha. She watched as the soldiers undressed her parents, leaving them stark naked in front of everyone, making her parents' maids and faithful guards bow their heads as a form of last respect to her parents who had been nothing but good to them and the people of the pack. The soldiers who had taken sides with the beta took time in defiling her mother with her father begging for his life to be taken. It was an abomination for the wife and mate of an alpha to be defiled by other men, especially her once faithful husband's soldie

“Her name was Mirena Vale. A powerful witch, and one of the last who dared to document her kind’s magic openly. She travelled around the world to other covens seeking to record other practices. One day she recorded something she shouldn't have and was killed for it.” I gasped, “the torn page.” Caelum leaned forward and opened the torn page, “Do you know what this tattoo means?” “Not precisely,” the King said. “The original meaning died with Mirena. But…” He hesitated, as if debating whether to continue, “Her bloodline lives on.” I frowned. “Her bloodline?” “Yes,” he said, turning to Caelum. “Mirena’s descendant is someone you know well. She was your mother’s closest friend.”