Mattheo Riddle Novels & Stories

Mate?" The word kept going through my mind like a mean whisper. How could this huge man say something like that? My mate turned their back on me, lied to me, and then left me to die. The moon goddess would never tie me to someone else. Not him. Dominick's tight grip on me made me stiff, and his warmth didn't help calm the storm in my chest. For the first time since that bad day, my wolf woke up. He feels it too.

She had been through enough with Alfredo in the past, and I could only imagine how hard it must be for her now. Just as the tension seemed to settle, a sudden ring echoed through the room, it was my phone. I froze, exchanging a quick glance with Matteo before pulling it from my pocket. My heart sank as I saw an unknown number flashing on the screen. It could be nothing. But the sinking feeling in my stomach told me it wasn’t. I answered, my voice shaking. “Hello?” A distorted voice that sounded mechanical like some sort of AI crackled through the line. “This is just the beginning. Tell Matteo that his time is running out. And that I said “AN EYE FOR AN EY .”

she finishes, taking a slow sip from her wine glass. My mother rubs at her temple then sighs. “Who hurt them then?” The woman’s eyebrows pop up for a second as a quiet snort escapes her lips. “A stupid man with tiny wings named Dorin.” The woman beside her leans over with a scowl. “For the love of the gods Aurelia will you let that go?” she growls almost inaudibly. “Tiny wings? What does that mean?” Syrra asks, but the woman ignores her. In fact, she seems to ignore everyone except for my mother. So far she has only answered her questions.

His hands were stuffed in his pockets, a smirk painted on his face. ‘You’re damn early,’ I thought. Matheó didn’t move. His eyes flicked over me, assessing. Then shifted to Anna, who’d just appeared behind me with Yvonne in tow. “Long time, cousin,” Matheó drawled, voice smooth like poison. “Heard you were playing hero to broken things again.” My gut clenched, “Leave. Now.” He took a slow step forward, “I’m not here to fight, Mattias.”

“It’s the Deputy Sect Master of the Incandescent Sect.” “He came to compete too….” Matteo was already a famous person 10 years ago. The world of cultivators called him the Evil Samaritan as he was powerful while being equally evil and righteous. Many still recognized him despite him laying low for many years. Matteo smiled under the crowd’s exclaims as he engaged his internal energy and lifted 12 Chinese White Jade boulders at once. Gasp! Many could not help but gasp upon seeing that scene!

And then there was one more name. The Raven. A codename. No face. Real power. “Your mother answered to him once,” Rafael said. “Then they were equals. Then rivals. Now? I’ve got no clue. But if he’s still out there…” He didn’t finish the thought. No need to. We were up against more than just ghosts. We were up against gods. Meanwhile, across the sea, Matteo was fighting for his life. Barely hanging on. Beaten, starved, interrogated.

Mateo's pov They all offered me appealing gazes but I knew that was a mask underneath their menacing looks. It was safe to say that no one in the mafia could trust each other but with the way things were moving, my height of paranoia would stretch to its limit and my patience was wearing thin. “Matteo has delivered the painting… but uh, is it safe here now that girl is around?” Angelou linked his fingers together. The man has more rings in his fingers and a scar on his left eye, evidence of five failed marriages. His eyes darted left and right as he spoke as though waiting for someone or backing him up.

“What is it?” Rowan tilted her head to the side. “Al-” she uttered in a feeble tone. She did not open her eye, and Matheus listened as she seemed to be trying to speak a name. “Alex…” Matheus narrowed his eyes in confusion. He exchanged looks with the Ravennites before turning around and instinctively scanning the chaos. It did not take long before one figure amongst the skirmish stood out from all the rest, slaying every Domineer in his path - one whom Matheus believed to be dead.

like pillows and whatever else she wanted or enjoyed. "Pomelia," the priestess said softly, rubbing her back softly. "You know mates are a gift from our goddess...if this man is your mate you have to be truthful and accept this." War was surprised at how soft and loving the woman's voice came out. She was like a viper when she spoke to him. "Is he?"

I lift his arms and throw them around my neck before picking him up. "Matthew you're 12 years old already, and shouldn't be beat so easily. What I was your age I could beat Dad within minutes." I say whole carrying him to the clinic while Jonah, my beta and best friend, takes over training the other non-shifted pack members. "I know Rye, I'll work extra hard I promise" he sniffled with a nod