Matrix Reloaded Merovingian Novels & Stories

The Council Alphas looked to the committee, their eyes glowing with predatory suspicion. "You think a fallen bloodline can claim the mantle of a legend?" Melina sneered, her claws twitching. I rose slowly, my Alpha-blood—what little was left of it—pulsing with a cold, rhythmic heat. "You doubt the steel because you don't recognize the smith," I said, walking to the very edge of the stage. "Since you believe Sandra is a ghost, let me show you the haunt. I will forge a 'Luna-Guard' chest plate right here, on this stage. The theme is Neo-Metropolis—urban warfare for the modern pack. If any of you think you can match an Ashford's fire, step forward."

Eva replied with a cold smile, and then immediately phased into her wolf. Meari was stunning. Only the four of us had ever seen Eva when she phased into Meari. Reese, the twins, and I. Meari was a white wolf, but even in the waning sunlight, she almost seemed to shine. She stood almost five feet tall, measuring from the tips of her ears down to her paws. But she wasn’t all white; she had two markings on her that I knew came from the Moon Goddess herself. Reese told me that it was clear that the Goddess had blessed our daughter once you saw her markings.

Morvienne snapped her head toward the voice, her pupils dilating as she recognized the deep, commanding tone. The distraction was instantaneous and fatal. Seeing their opening, two of the remaining rogues lunged from either side and drove two heavy iron-tipped spears straight into her torso. One pierced her right side, the other her left, the shafts shuddering as they punched through her flesh and emerged from her back.

When we reached the central archive sanctum, I didn’t wait for Lira to activate the mirror. I placed my palm against it and pulled memory. The glass vibrated with layered truth. First, the surface trace: violet flame curling around the broken seal, matching my signature perfectly. Then, deeper in the real recording,was Morwen. Robes torn at the hem, hair loose, eyes wild. Chanting in reverse runes. Using a stolen shard of Eclipse Flame residue,the same one I’d planted months ago to forge my energy on the bypass. She pressed her hand to the seal.

He sure had his work cut out for him. Any one being a Rogue or a renegade was despised in the werewolf community. There was not much difference between the two terms. The High council branded all those who do not adhere to the laws of the werewolf community as Rogues. It included wolves who got kicked out from their packs or those who decided to leave them on their accords. Renegade, on the other hand, were rogues who like to hurt, use their abilities to kill mindlessly. Ryan happened to be elated when he first spotted his mate, but got frustrated beyond reason when he could not find her for a year. But when he did, it was to find she was the one thing that he despised the most. All his thou

“The child must be born. From behind the throne, the chained figures returned. They weren't children this time. But adults. Wolves with fallen shoulders and haunted stares. “Subjects from Phase Zero,” Winifred breathed. “They weren’t all destroyed.” Lyra stepped back. “They’re still alive?” “Barely,” Jasmine said, her voice ice. The throne cracked behind the girl. And from its core, a symbol emerged—burned into the stone. A spiral of flame wrapped around an eye. “The Matron’s Seal,” Winifred whispered. “She’s activating it.” Suddenly, the wolves with black eyes began to chant over and over again.

I was startled and quickly lowered my head. "You will be punished for keeping me waiting, but let's finish the main business," He whispered, sending a chill down my spine. What a reasonable man! He is taking me to the hospital to treat my wounds then he will take me back home to inflict another wound. A sob left my lips while tilting my head to glimpse outside. However, the horrendous sight I saw made me startled. It was the face of the woman I was reborn to! No wonder the name Alyssa Arnold sounded familiar when the maid called it. It was the face of a popular blogger. I guessed I didn't see it well when I looked in the mirror because of the blood splash. Now, the blood has been washed away

She pointed at the camera on the wall, then went there and signaled them to watch the movement of her hand. They watched attentively as she shut off the camera in a twinkle of an eye and put it on review. It kept showing them looking up even when they are now looking at the desktop. "This way, nobody will suspect a thing and before they notice that the camera is on refresh for them to call for backups, you must have been done and already on your way out. The reason why you have the military uniforms is also not to arouse suspicions immediately until you guys get to kill the persons shown to you before"

The reclaimed antique parquetry floor and wood panelled walls holding an array of glass-topped cases displaying weaponry throughout a very long history of Morrison werewolves. Most of it was fake, Reid knew, the blades blunted, the guns models that were incapable of firing a shot, as it would not do to accidentally arm someone on their way to an audience with the alpha, but the effect was impressive none-the-less, communicating both the antiquity of their people, and their violent natures. Normally Reid would take the door to the left, which led to the private apartment of his family. However, he had been summoned, and that meant taking the door to the right, instead, to the offices of his f

“Mr. Quentyn, you’ve truly retrieved the token. This is fantastic news! You have no idea. Hankin was a useless fool, so—” “Enough!” Quentyn interrupted impatiently. “Since you want it, take it. Just remember to keep your promises.” With a flick of his wrist, the Marauder Token floated toward Emperor Qadeer. Grasping it as though it were a priceless treasure, he turned and waved the token. A purple-golden light enveloped the Marauder Army of One Hundred Thousand Warriors, causing them to raise their weapons in unison, their killing intent surging. Among them were the Marauder Warriors manifested by Lesia, Yianni, and Morgott. James burst into laughter as he watched the scene.