Mattheo Riddle Novels & Stories

Five figures step out, wrapped in formal robes etched with the Council seal, and my blood turns cold before I even see his face. The one in front lifts his hood. Matthias. Rael's advisor. My enemy, wearing the face of law. This isn't a trial. This is an execution.

Cassian said. "If you leave," Torin muttered. "Torin." "What?" I ignored him. Then Gideon and Lena stepped properly into Caine. I finally got a good look at them. Lena was unmistakably Mara's mother. Long black hair, although silver threaded through it now. High cheekbones. Dark eyes. The same sharp structure around her mouth. And strangely, she reminded me of Maeve too. Not because blood connected them. It didn't. But there were similarities anyway. Black hair. Dark eyes. Certain expressions Maeve must have learned from living beneath the same roof for years. A cruel coincidence.

Azreal chuckled low in his throat and crossed his arms, “Mathew, have you told your brother’s and sister of your discovery during the full moon fire?” The Alpha’s question had Mathews heart beating so hard in his chest Mj couldn't help but hear it, “at least the kid has a strong heart,” she whispered to Dante and he nudged her to be quiet but she watched the Alpha’s attention catch and corner of his mouth slightly twitch upward, Mj bit her bottom lip to avoid saying anything else. Matt shook his head, “n-nn-n-n-no Alpha, I-I- k-kk-kept it s-ss-ss-secret, l-ll-l-lli,” Matt likced his lips and tried to breath before he started to speak again, “l-ll-li-like ww-w-wwe,” Azreal held up his hands t

"You're Chandler's son, Matteo, right?" "Do you know me?" Matteo asked, puzzled. "Who are you?" "Caspian Lynch." "You're Caspian?" Matteo was extremely shocked. "You're the one who took down Alfred?" he exclaimed.

Or returning. — Sir, Matteo finally says, the oldest among them. He has seen death. He has dug graves. He has never faltered. But here, he hesitates. His voice trembles. As if he has seen a ghost. As if he apologizes for pulling me from my ruins. — You need to see this.

“Hmm?” “I need you to know that I am just waiting for you. Waiting for you to bloom free. I have been tirelessly patient. A little wait now wouldn’t be a problem.” Amanda dipped her eyes on the floor, a quirk on her brow briefly appeared. “What are you talking about Matt?” Riddles. Why do most of the handsome men she had come across give that? “Your mother said that I’ll just need to be patient, ” Matteo replied in a sure tone.

It was him. Mateo Santiago.

He suggests as he motions towards our surroundings. - "Is there anyone you can think of who could give us any insight about it?" I instigate. -"Yeah, but you wouldn't like to know who he is." -"He can't be worse than dead, can he?" -"If anyone were to know about two-spirit wolves inhabiting the same host, it would be Elder Theo. He is the only bookworm I can think of." Matt unveils. -"Never mind, he is worse than dead." Matt chuckles at my comment.

And the moment I laid my eyes on him today was the moment I realized the visible resemblance between him and Noah. Matteo Moretti is Noah’s father?

“Why aren’t you saying anything? Why?……” Before he could complete his words, the lights that came on soon went off again and the only source of light was from the colorful leds used in decorating the whole place and most importantly, the light from the big screen. Matteo released his hands around Briella, yelling. “Who is the person behind all of this….” A picture of him appeared on the screen and surprisingly, it was a picture of him with someone that kind of took me aback. I was confused because what in the world was Matteo doing in the video with someone that in my wildest imagination, that I would have never imagined to have been with?