Mattheo Riddle X Yn Novels & Stories

Matthias was nearly running mad with the effort it took to restrain himself. Lyra pursed her lips, nodding in understanding. “I get that. She looks so frail now. But she’s not alone.” She nodded to where Ronan was making his way towards his mate, the sight of them both was a knife in Matthias’s heart, and he understood why Raine had gotten so angry when she found Lyra in his room earlier. “She’s stronger than she looks, Matt. She’ll bounce back.”

Matteo’s smile was brighter than the sun as he picked up his video game back “All my friends at school are stuck on this puzzle too, but none of us wanted to look on the internet! I can’t wait to show them this on Monday!” “I’m happy to help.” Isaac smiled, but Alessandro didn't look very convinced. “You could have shown me this sooner, Matt. Anyone could have solved a simple reasoning riddle like that…” he grumbled, his expression of annoyance exactly the same as Massimo’s, especially when he muttered “But… At least the Carnbys were able to produce a single child with a brain, I guess.” “Oh, look at them…” Millicent touched her father’s shoulder “Bounding.”

he said while looking into my eyes. “Umm, do you guys know each other?” Devyn awkwardly butted in. “No!” I quickly denied. “We’re mates,” Arlo said, still not looking away from my face. My eyes widened in surprise. I removed his grip from my hand and vigorously shook my head. “We’re not. This is our first time meeting,” I denied. “I’ve never even seen him!” I chuckled. Arlo quickly ripped my mask then observed my face. He then flashed a bright smile and held onto my hand once again. “No, you’re definitely my mate. Devyn! She’s the girl that I was telling you about.” he pointed at me.

he replied I sighed, “Of course you do.” He stood beside the door, “You did well today.” Matthew said. I looked at him, “That sounds like another compliment.” “Don't make it a habit.” He said. I almost smile. Then his expression changed, “Rachel.” The seriousness in his voice made me straighten, “What?” I asked. Before he could answer, Antonio’s voice came through the communication system, “Matthew, we decoded the device.” The room went still, Matthew looked at his phone screen as it came on, a video appeared “Rachel Raphael, you’re searching for the truth, but you still don’t understand what your mother left behind.”

“We can’t let this defeat us.” Ryen nodded. “We’ve faced worse. We’ll find the way out.” The puzzle began. A series of symbols appeared on the floor, glowing with dangerous promise. They flickered and shifted, forming a pattern that demanded both mental acuity and physical agility to decipher. As Alara stepped onto the first symbol, a wave of sensation coursed through her—sharp, electric, almost unbearable. The Guardian’s voice echoed again. **“Solve the riddle, or become part of the riddle itself. Fail, and your mind will be fused with the pain-pleasure matrix.”**

His unseen enemies had perfectly mapped out every single human emotion he possessed, engineering a flawless checkmate. Then—*BEEP.* Matteo’s tactical laptop violently chirped, breaking the spell. "I’ve got it! The satellite trace successfully overrode their proxy grid! I have the exact physical coordinates of the broadcast origin!" Matteo locked his eyes onto the incoming data streams, but as he read the geometric mapping code, his face turned entirely white. His hands began to shake over the keys. "Boss..." Matteo whispered, his voice trembling with a deep, systemic dread. "This can't be right... the mapping grid is impossible..."

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

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.

“It means he planted something in your safehouse database. Something that reshapes Raven’s past. Names. Details. Timelines. As if she was never who she thought she was.” I didn’t move an didn’t breathe. Matteo sat up straighter. “Where is it?” Franca laughed. “Oh, I won’t tell you. But I’ll send you a riddle.” “You’re joking.” She hung up. The riddle came by fax. FAX. Matteo stared at the machine like it had betrayed him personally. I took the paper. Read the lines aloud: “I know your hands, though never met, I keep the things you most forget. A voice once borrowed, now your own. Find me where the past was grown.”

“No, thanks.” Matteo mirrored my position, his gangly legs shooting straight out, and locked in on the night sky. I’d overheard Daddy say Matteo was very smart, and he even skipped a grade last year. He said he’d be just like Mr. Vitale. Sometimes he even talked like him. Of course, I wasn’t all that impressed. After a long silence, he said, “There’re a billion stars, Nutella girl, and they all shine for you. My mama shines for my pa, but you will shine for me. Right?”