Matriarch Manga Novels & Stories

Somehow it felt like I had heard about them before. Maybe I had, maybe mom had told me stories she made up about them. “Cora?” Keiran touched my hand. I glanced at him. “It sounds familiar,” I told them. “I think Mom might have told me stories about them, but I can’t remember.” “Demetrius told me about the wolves who lived in the mountain with golden fur and females that had more than one mate.” Keiran paused. “Mates are either blood brothers or chosen family. It makes sense that the three of us are your mates. I’m trying not to think too much about this other than trying to make sense of how this is going to work and if it will work.”

As we continue riding as subtly as the gentle wind, the serenity of the territory was interrupted as Matilda said, "I can overcome any attack in this place, nothing can even scare us, listen to how calm the atmosphere is. Aaaaaaaaaarrh, Matilda suddenly shouted as she points to the gigantic tree beside them, that's a snake, Omg as she clinches to my clothes, It was amusing, as I started laughing, calm down, that's just a tree trunk that has been formed like that. But you said you can handle any attack? Of course, I can, I'm not scared, I was just showing you, I never finished talking. Then why are you still clinching so tight to my clothes, Matilda releases the cloth and clears her throat, I

Her neck was still wet with her own blood from Silas’s feeding, and her breath came in shallow, pained hitches. "Is this the 'Wolf Mate' we’ve been hearing so much about?" A voice echoed from the high tiers. It belonged to Elder Hakan, a man whose skin looked like cracked leather. He looked down at Aria with a sneer. "She looks like a drowned rat. Hardly a fit mate for a King of the Fire-Blood." Aria pushed herself up, her silver-blonde hair falling in a tangled curtain over her face. Her violet eyes searched the darkness of the royal box. There, sitting on a throne of bone and iron, was Silas.

She smoothed her skirts, wiped the exhaustion from her face, and walked back into the warmth of the parlor. The Matriarchal Alliance Jane Bishop was already busy greeting guests, so Chloe moved toward the center of the room where Old Mrs. Grayson sat with Liam Jr. The scene was unexpectedly domestic. The three matriarchs—Old Mrs. Grayson, Old Mrs. Tang, and Old Mrs. Bishop—were deep in conversation. They looked like old friends who had known each other for lifetimes, already laughing about future mahjong dates.

Pushing him never worked and I had learned this the hard way over many years of trying. "Furthermore," I said, "Kaia shifted during the rescue operation. She shifted into a Matriarch form. There are four witnesses including myself. Pack healer Rhea has confirmed the identification against historical records in her possession." I looked around the full table. "The Matriarch bloodline is not extinct. It has been present in this pack for at least one generation, expressing in bodies we have spent years calling throwbacks and errors and failures of the bloodline. We were not wrong about the bloodline. We were wrong about what it looked like, because someone three hundred years ago needed us to b

I mutter with a growl. Mykael glances at me then suddenly looks worriedly at my mother. "Just in case this whole queen-thing goes south, please tell me you have a backup?" My mom sighs and I feel my skin start to crawl under her gaze. "If Maia can't take my place as Queen then werewolves are going to be taken over by feral dragons," she says. My face screws up in annoyance. "So, no pressure then?"

Her face was a perfect, terrifying mirror of my own. "I am the **Matriarch**," she said, her glass lips moving in perfect sync with the voice in my head. "The Architects were the dreamers. I am the Waking. I am the one who planted the seeds in your father’s mind. I am the mother you never had." "My mother is dead!" I snarled, launching a bolt of Grey Flame at the glass figure. The flame hit her chest and simply... absorbed. She didn't even flinch. She grew brighter, the energy feeding her form.

he said. "I know," I said. "But it happened. Her wolf was able to push through. Koa and I felt her even for just a second; there's no doubt it was Jane's wolf." I leaned forward, voice thick with confusion. "What does it mean?" I asked. "How could she shift- or almost shift-before she's come of age? And what does it say about the bond between us?" My father was quiet for a moment after I spoke. "This kind of thing hasn't been recorded," He finally said. He then turned his head and looked up at the painting of our Moon Goddess that hung on the wall behind him.

"I still don't understand." Jada rubs her temples roughly and collapses into a crouch. "My mother is an extremely powerful witch. She's like a thousand years old so she has more experience than even our elders. She disappeared a few years ago, just before Syrra's parents vanished," she mumbles—almost incoherently. "Wait—how do you know it's hers? Do you guys have like a signature or something?" She nods. "Powerful ones do. My mother's magic is cerulean—"

she shrugs. “Add to it?” Mykael echoes in confusion. She turns to him with a grin. “Yes, I wanted to add onto it. I am the author of the book.” My jaw drops slightly. “You can’t be serious? You would have to be at least a couple hundred years old to have that much information,” I say. “Alpha I am 437 years old. I was alive when wolves and dragons were allies. I knew the father of your mate,” she smirks.