Merovingian Matrix Reloaded Novels & Stories

"Stella, get ready, you have a job to do this night" Mrs Smith said to one of the female special assassins. "Yes, ma'am!" Stella bowed her head. "I need you to clear the mess Hannah left behind. Someone just confirmed that Meng is taking another thirteen years old girl to a hotel to defile as usual. He is a beast! I will write down the details for you and I trust you always do clean jobs, don't disappoint me this time" Mrs Smith confided.

*** ALEXANDER As soon as I hung up the phone, I called Adrian. "Boss!" "Pulled out half of my share from Revira's Enterprise." "Okay." He quickly replied, and we hung up. "Let's see how long all of you act mighty and high. Revira's Enterprise will go down once I pull all my shares. I resumed my work with James's eyes fixed on me.

She heard him scream in his mother tongue in a way she feared they might be heard if it were not for the best acoustic designs of the rooms. When he entered, she was filled. She had heard melted as a term for response. This was a different kind of melting. He melted into her even as his hardness drove her to madness. His essence spread through her like warmth curing a winter body of its coldness. When she came, it was not merely an orgasm. That was for mortals. This was the moment of recreation of super beings capable of handling multiplicity of erotic sweetness. It was like a burst of a particle into a universe that only gods could know. ***

I heard my mother's sweet voice. "Mom... She... She left me, mom..." My voice started to shake. "Mom... I messed up... So bad... Now-" I didn't finish my sentence when I heard my mother. "HECATE WHAT HAPPENED???!! WHERE ARE YOU??!!" I heard my mother panic. "I'm... Here a-at my... House... Hestia... Le-left me, mom..." I broke down clutching Hestia's rings against my chest. Hestia

Demetrius had this gleam in his eyes, knowing that she was asking questions that she didn't want to know the answers to, that maybe Arianna shouldn't if she wanted to have any restraint. Demetrius' eyes darkened for a split second before he said, "Thousands of years ago, Merlin was a powerful witch that was part of a coven named, 'The Seniorem Coven'. Merlin made an immortality elixir for him and his fiancée who was apparently a wolf to drink so they could be together for eternity. It turned out to be a trick when Merlin drank the elixir with Amara the wolf, which made him the first MONGREL, the wolf and the witch. Merlin' plan to live forever with Amara hit the fan when a vampire named Adon

"Senna, did you think getting a second life meant you could do whatever you wanted? Too bad. This time around, I came back too." Her pupils shrank. The color in her face faded completely. "You... You were reborn too?" I did not answer. I just looked at her. Maggie rested a hand on my shoulder. Her voice was gentle, but the weight behind it was unmistakable. "Gage, the police are already downstairs. What do you want to do to her?" I looked at Senna's face, the same face I had once been obsessed with. Now, all I felt was revulsion. "Whatever she did to me and my father in the last life, I want it paid back a hundred times over."

“Then we find them first.” Lucien’s eyes softened slightly as he looked at her. “You’re not even fully recovered.” “And they’re already mobilizing,” she replied, voice firm. Marcus crossed his arms thoughtfully. “She’s right.” Lucien exhaled, a low, dangerous sound. “You’re both insane.” Aria smiled faintly, a glimmer of their shared defiance. “You married into the insanity.” Lucien returned his attention to the screen, eyes narrowing at the words that represented a network determined to resurrect the fallen empire. Phoenix Protocol. A system designed to reclaim control, to rebuild power from the ashes of exposure.

The building was crawling with hybrids. They fought through the main entrance bullets, knives, desperate kicks. Alex’s pregnancy made him slower, but the child seemed to lend him strength, the kicks syncing with his shots, almost guiding his aim. They reached the central server chamber. The Core remnant was still there weakened, but pulsing. Damian plugged in the kill codes. The system resisted. The Matriarch’s final backup protocols had activated. A holographic version of her appeared above the console. “You cannot stop what I began,” she said, voice calm. “The fleet is only the beginning. The child will be born. The bloodline will continue. Through me.”

Morgane bowed her head and sang in that very same terrible tongue. "I call the old. I call the broken. I call the blood once spilled in vain." "Arise, warriors of forgotten hate. March, avengers of vengeance unclaimed." And they listened. Deep across the mountains, in the sanctuary, the fires burned in the war room. Vera let go of the relic she held. Rhovan drew his sword instinctively. Emereah halted. Lunareth, cradled against her chest, suddenly screamed. She wasn't awake.

Magma erupts upward—sacred, pure kami fire, swallowing tendrils whole, cleansing corruption in waves of white-hot purification. The Matriarch rises from the palace ruins—colossal abomination, body a horrific fusion of corrupted shrine stone, twisted torii gates, and pulsing void flesh. Maw a massive corrupted gate ringed with teeth of shattered sacred wood. Eyes like black suns—pulling light itself. Gravity warps sudden and violent—pulling us down hard, armor groaning. *Debuff: Kami-Devourer Pull – Movement ninety percent Down* *Additional Effect: Mana Drain Active*