Merovingian Matrix Reloaded Novels & Stories

"It is whatever you think it is Margo. I am trying to help your company so I am not going to sit back and let you disrespect me after you made all those awful business decisions that sank your company. Whatever I do, it is for the benefit of the company, because where you failed, I plan to succeed. I will not take kindly to being opposed at every turn" Margo shrugged my hand off her shoulder. "Why? Why are you so invested in MM holdings" "Because I love a good challenge... Because I am bored, oh and let's not forget the good part, because I have to get revenge you see" I grinned, holding Margo's gaze and hoping she saw just how much she disgusted me. We stared at each other for a full minute

It burns my tongue, my throat, then settles in my stomach like a hot stone. Warmth radiates out. My pulse steadies. The edges of the room sharpen. Morwen leans on the table opposite me, arms folded, face as closed as ever. Only her eyes betray anything—regret, maybe. Resignation. “Once,” she says quietly, “long before you were called Lilah, long before Ronan wore this face, there was a war.” There’s always a war, I think, but I bite my tongue. “Our kind had grown careless,” she continues. “Territories bloated, borders stretched thin. Humans were restless. Rogues multiplied in shadows. The Goddess sent warnings. Signs. Dreams. Most were ignored.”

she growled our daughter's full name. Merari surfaced from the crumbling wall, her eyes misting with rage. “Merari?” “You want to release your anger,” she said. “You want to fight. Then fight someone who will give you a challenge!” she growled. Now there was a mist encircling her just as it did Valene. “Oh…” Valene grinned excitedly. “I thought you’d never ask!” Without another word she barreled toward Merari, and Merari did the same. When they collided, a sonic boom shattered the area, cratering the ground, and sending a large crack along the street.

PROJECT SERAPHIM – Level Omega Clearance Initiated: July 16, 1992 Oversight: Dr. Vera Langford-Bluefield, Nova Rielle Matisse, Adrian Laurent Status: Terminated – Pending Reboot Mirabel whistled softly. "So much for your mom being a simple philanthropist." Bella clenched her jaw. "She was always two people. The mother... and the architect." Xavier stood by the door, arms crossed. "What was it?" Elodie scrolled down. Diagrams filled the screen-chromosome mapping, early bio-hacking theory, synthetic neuro-stimulants.