Mattigan Twain Warrior Novels & Stories

I didn't say a word. "Hey, so, hi," the wolf I didn't know said. "My name is Matt, I'm an old friend of these two," he chuckled happily. He reminded me of someone you would expect to be surfing on the coast somewhere. His blue eyes and blonde hair were accentuated by his tan. "This is our mate, Rina," the twins said together. "So you guys are telling me this hot little thing is both of you guys mate?" he asked raising an eyebrow. I heard a growl rumble from Arion's chest.

They clearly looked interested so I continued. “The girl woke up to a new place, the packhouse of the twins! And they found out she’s their mate. But this is against nature, they should only have one mate, so the twins have to chase the rogue girl and made them fall in love. They compete with each other and eventually, the young girl fell in love with a twin.” Darina’s eyes twinkled, “Oh, what is the name of the twin?” “Mother, who is that story?” Asked Darian who was still processing it. Mateo was just silent and waited for me.

Her fingers clawed weakly at the stone lip, her silver hair floating like dead weeds. “Oh no mama… please stop !!” I said with a crying breaking voice as I reached out to Tina’s arm trying to pull her grip off my mom. “You little brat!” She complained, as she pushed me with force enough to send me back to the spot I was standing before but this time I was on the floor. My eyes were heaped with tears but in me was building a burning fiery temper. Tina was my father‘s “Second mate” a title that was a polite way of saying the woman he actually loved She was younger, crueler and thrilled by the ambition to see her own daughter take my place.

" The warrior said as he gave Atticus a guilty look while scratching the back of his neck. "So, how many of you guys are there?" "27." "Do you have a lot of unmated people?" The warrior asked and Atticus raised a brow. "I have a few. Why? Are you looking for your mate?" "Yes, I am! I've been looking for almost a year. Man, isn't that a long time!" The warrior said and Atticus pressed his lips together. "Yes, a very long time!" Atticus said sarcastically. 'If the kid only knew what a long time really was.' Atticus thought and internally groaned as the questions kept coming. The more the kid talked, the more he wondered if this was Harris' version of Tristan.

"Matt has a stupid crush on a fairy. He wants us to sneak out to try and find her." "Hailey!" Matt screamed at her. "Calm down, killer. I'm not mom or one of the warriors. I want in!" "What?" Matt looked truly confused. "You can't sneak out, Sasha. You're the fucking Luna." My mouth dropped open at him. "Language!" "I thought you weren't mom." Ivan chirped in. Where was my fierce warriors devoted to protect me. These little shits were being annoying brothers!

But somehow, they drowned out the noise of all my doubts. Before I realized it, my last day of working in the medic tent arrived, and I sat with a whimpering youngling as Gabe reset his shoulder. The poor thing was training with the warriors when he fell wrong and dislocated his arm. I laid the boy's head in my lap and stroked his hair. Mattias. He was only twelve, but we were already the same size on the outside. Inside, though, I felt the frightened, pained child clinging to me like I was driftwood on a raging sea.

Etiquettes, series of political studies, histories, and other activities a noble must learn. "Mama..." Rita's small voice made Morrigan halt in her tracks. Her eyes widened at Rita. Rita's small hands reached towards Morrigan's cheeks. "Rita?" Confusion etched in Morrigan's eyes, trying to comprehend what Rita wanted to say. Rita's small hands remained on her face then started to pinch her cheeks lightly. "Mama..." Something within Morrigan swirled. A swirl of joy and confusion. The raw emotion of someone calling her a mother makes her heart swell. She never knew that she wanted it for too long, maybe thought that with the loss of Jabez it might be a long way for her to be a mother. "You wan

As he reached Alaia and me, his face broke out into a huge smile. “Welcome home, Xander, Luna.” I could feel Alaia’s body tense up a bit when he approached, but I understood why. Matt was a warrior as well, and a well-trained one at that. He kept very fit, and with his perfect smile, dirty blond hair, and baby blue eyes, he was a lady killer without even trying. He just had an effect on women, even if it was harmless and unintentional. “Thank you, Matt. It’s good to be home. Now would you please put on a shirt so my mate can take a breath?” I said with a laugh.

"I’ve traveled the world. Been to weird, creepy places, but I always felt safe… And now you’re telling me there are werewolves all over the place?" She turned to face me again. "This is too much." Her voice cracked. "No, no, no…" She groaned and covered her face. "Now I don’t even wanna step outside my apartment!" Despite the chaos in my chest, I almost laughed. She was all over the place emotionally. Then she suddenly snapped back. "Wait! You said you're a soldier. Was that even true?" Here we go. "Kinda. I’m a warrior in my pack." "What does that mean?"

Out of the ten, only two remain, General Six and Eight. I didn't die, but I'll say I failed. I ran off from my duty post. Embraced the call for love and submission, but I got nothing but betrayal and resentment from it. I wanted to admit it. I was General Six. The female warrior everyone feared, respected, and didn't cross. Most packs wanted me by their side. I wasn't just any warrior. I was strategic, not just in my skills in weaponry, but in negotiations as well. I couldn't admit it.