Matriarch In This Life Novels & Stories

This is based on my imagination. I'm sorry if it contains any grammatical errors. 𝑀𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑑: Elijah Windsor 𝐹𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑑: Angel Romanov

But now, Mom was saying that she simply couldn't bring herself to beat them. What about me? Was I born only to be made a scapegoat, a "sacrificial" dog to force Esther and Emily into obedience? I couldn't stop my tears from falling after learning the truth. I wiped my tears away and glanced at Mom's phone, where a number of netizens had left comments on her live streams and even personal DMs, showing up as notifications on her screen. "Lady, your son's condition doesn't look very good. Is he out of the tank yet? Don't let anything happen to him!"

“You’re talking in riddles, Chito. I need truth.” He nodded and took a seat across from me. “Before the Broker. Before the clans formed into what we now call the lines, there was a matriarch. A wolf who stood at the center of the old world, not leading with force, but with something rarer—choice. Her name was Seran. She was the one who refused to choose between shifting and silence, between blood and bond. She bore children with both wolf and human ancestry. She created a legacy that didn’t belong to the forest or the mountain—but to something older, something free.” My breath caught.

Because her voice was too tiny and could only go at a particular range. Olivia took in a deep breath and spelt out in one word to Sarah that her roommate Arlene was either a witch or her village people were after her. She went further to explain how she has had to live through Arlene’s nightmares for several nights but then this one was different, it felt real like I could actually feel a presence. “Liv I’m ashamed of you” Sarah fired back cutting her short from her fantasy. “You still believe in superstitions in this century, like what century are you from?” she added.

’ ‘In the exalted Inner Sanctum of a noble family, to scream vulgarities that not even a street whore would dare speak. She shuddered, gripping the pillar of the porch. ‘A bitch who would have no right to complain even if she were dragged by the hair and thrown out.’ ‘Not even beasts howl so vulgarly when calling their mates...!’ The Elder Matriarch clicked her tongue in the darkness. It was a sigh mixed with outrage, contempt, and displeasure, yet for some unknown reason, her chest was trembling faintly. Her life had been a continuous, severe drought. Before even ten years had passed since she embraced the infant Scholar Park and began her role as the lady of the house, her husband died pre

She looked out over the boundless expanse of New York City, her dark obsidian eyes glowing with absolute, untouchable sovereign pride. The sold bride was gone, burned away in the fires of their war. In her place stood the Matriarch of the East Coast, forever anchored between her Don and her Enforcer, worshipped, invincible, and supreme. The Trinity was absolute. The reign was eternal. THE END

There were no guards with rifles here; there were only cameras that followed them with the silent, predatory gaze of a creator watching its creation. A woman waited for them at the end of the corridor. She was dressed in a suit of charcoal silk, her hair pulled back so tightly it seemed to sharpen the planes of her face. She was the one who had pulled them from the harbor—The Matriarch of the Deep, a figure whispered about in the highest circles of the Trust as the keeper of the "Primary Ledger." "Welcome to the Womb," she said. Her voice didn't echo; the heavy air seemed to swallow it whole. "You’ve spent your lives fighting for the surface. It’s time you saw what supports it."

“The Matriarch will decide.” I lowered my hand slowly from my mouth. “The what?” “The Matriarch.” She said it like everyone on earth should know what that meant. I did not. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “What exactly is a matriarch?” The maid looked at me with something dangerously close to pity. “Madame Donna Marazona.” The name landed with ominous weight. “She will decide your fate.” I nearly swallowed my own tongue. “My… fate?” “Yes, Madame.” I laughed nervously.

Years of intermingling with the matriarch's family who share her special blood resulted to the new hierarchy, the world order of evolvers. Those are people who have specialties, some strong like they could lift mountains and exceptional memory and intelligence like the professor. Others weak like their cock can form a kilometer arc of gushing when they urinate. The piss attack that's very popular on the websites. But no one could match the matriarch who has super strength and longevity; eternal life, the fountain of youth! One can imagine the ruckus she brings whenever she appears as she holds the record of the world's oldest grandmother alive. All wanted to suck her blood up and study her.

It was a woman with ivory skin and hair like spun glass—the Original Matriarch. The "Forbidden Love" hadn't ended the war. it had merely invited the real owners of the world to the table. Watch out for the next Chapter