Mattheo Riddle Novels & Stories

I’m the man who sets the corner on fire. And Matteo? He might still have Eli. But he just gave me something better. A revelation.

He says with an apologetic expression. "Why does he look sorry Theo?" Gage asks me worriedly as well. "I have no idea." I say also feeling scared and worried. Ancient Matthew doesn't reply, he only stares at us. "Matthew, what is wrong?" Mother demands sternly. Matthew looks at her and sighs. "Theo's a Rejected." A what?

And finding a mate was another name for calling his death. Wasn't that the reason for which I stepped into the magical universe of Aragon? 'He' asked me to kill Aragon. He warned me not to fall for him. He knew it, he knew something in this rude Alpha would make me fall weak. Was it the mate bond? Maybe. At that moment, I was divided between some predictions and possibilities.

Rowan demanded, still in denial. “Oh? First of all, thanks for leading me to Mia. Second, let me remind you that you two are no longer engaged. At best, you’re just her ex,” Randy’s cold, magnetic voice said, casting an indifferent glance at Rowan. Rowan’s face twisted in fury. “You promised me. You said if I helped you find her, you’d restore our engagement! Are you telling me the prince of the Snow Wolf Tribe is nothing but a liar?” “Liar? If there’s a liar here, it’s you, Rowan. You deceived Queen Mia for ten years!” His voice was laced with rage. Without another word, he ordered his men to throw Rowan out as well.

"What?" "Yes, she is the mother of Stefan, her soul was shifted into that woman and now, her time to go back is here, that is the reason she is desperate to make you meet Stefan.' "Have I met Stefan? The stranger that is in the castle is Stefan, right?" "Yes, he is Stefan." "Then why is he lying that he doesn't..." "He is not lying, he had no idea that he is your mate..." "He did kiss me."

I ask. He opens his eyes. "My mother mentioned something to me . . . not exactly what Penny said, but similar. I suppose Penny might be telling the truth. Honestly, Florence, I don't know what's real or fake anymore. We will figure all of that out later. Right now, I need to know what happened with Quirell. The council said—"

After asking the question, Matt finally got his answer and stopped being curious. But Ella suddenly remembered something. She turned her head to look at Matt and, imitating his tone, asked a riddle, "That child is not his, right?" Matt: "..." This riddle really stumped Matt for a moment. The child was easy to guess—it was obviously Theo. But who was the "he" in Ella's question? If she was referring to Lucas, then the answer was definitely no.

It was a small, intricately carved relic, shaped like a wolf’s head, with faint lines of text surrounding it. “This,” she said, tapping the image. “It’s the relic your mother left behind.” I frowned. My chest tightened at the mention of my mother. “What about it?” Rachel glanced at me with her eyes bright with urgency. “It’s not just a relic. It has protective magic—powerful enough to break dark spells.” I stared at the relic in the book. I kept it safe, not fully understanding its purpose, but now it seemed like the answer we’d been searching for.

I can never hurt you physically, mio bella, I would die first. He rested his head on my chest and held me impossibly tighter to him. “The sounds you make, Red, they drive me loco.” He groaned, apparently giving a love bite is so good, it made my mate multilingual. I laughed silently and carded my hands through his hair. A thought occured to me “you're not going to hurt Matteo,are you?" Caelum stilled. "I've already sent men out to look for him." He confessed. I fisted his hair and yanked his head back so I could look at him.

My stomach tightens. No one should have this number. I hesitate, then answer. "Who is this?" Silence. Then— "Eliana." I freeze. The voice is smooth. Familiar. And I know who it belongs to before he even says his name. Matteo Rosetti. The man who wants us dead. The man whose enforcer is currently bleeding against our trunk. I swallow hard. "What do you want?" Matteo chuckles, the sound low and too calm. "I think that’s my question to you."