Matriarch Synonym Novels & Stories

she pauses, “but are you certain you want her dead? I would like to see her, even if just once.” “It's what you want, is it not? You know best, and because of that, I will always follow whatever decision you make.” “Oh my son,” she touches my face gently, looking straight into my eyes. “Everything that I do, I do it for you. I will go to any lengths to protect my family.” From the fire burning in her eyes, I find it incredibly easy to believe her. The Matriarch of the Derulo family, popularly referred to as the Devil's Sword, because of the life she lived before becoming my father's mate and Luna.

The Matriarch turned her attention to her brother, and this time Simon could see the sadness in her eyes. "Simon! Come with me." She motioned to him and without saying another word, she turned around and started walking away. She came to a halt at a corner of the hallway where she was certain that almost no one ever walked past. It was quiet there, tucked away from the activity of the rest of the building, and that was exactly why she had chosen it. "Talk to me Simon. What is wrong with my son?" "How did you know something was wrong?" "I am the Matriarch. I have eyes and ears everywhere. But I want to hear it from you. Did my son truly go into the Silver garden for that woman?"

“Unborn. Conceived through a fertility spell of the old tongue. That spell is forbidden to be used without consent.” The Matriarch’s smile faltered. Maika stepped forward. “The child carries my son’s blood. His power. His legacy. I want the truth, Matriarch. One of your family used him. And if you value your name and line, you will tell me now who it was.” Silence fell heavy as thunder. The Matriarch exhaled slowly, then gestured. “Summon the young witches. All of them.” Within moments, the younger Moonwell women—Lysandra among them—were gathered in the hall. They stood in an uneasy line, all too aware of the storm hovering in the vampire princess’s eyes.

As they pulled through the massive iron gates, Aubrey gazed out at the sprawling fortress. "So this is the stronghold," she whispered, awestruck by the scale of the stone structure. "The ancestral seat," Travis explained. "The former Luna and my father have their own modern estate in the city, but they prefer staying here to be with the Grand Matriarch." Aubrey felt a fresh wave of nerves. The Grand Matriarch, Travis’s grandmother Maricar, was the elder female of one of the most powerful bloodlines. She felt like an outsider about to be judged by a court of wolves.

Neither of us noticed the Matriarch watching, her brows arching high, surprise etched across her face as she studied the heat between us. Darling? The bride calls him that? And he didn’t snarl her down? This bond really did have genetic promise, the old Matriarch mused, her eyes calculating my worth. There was a raw intimacy binding us, and for the first time, hope sparked in her old heart. If only the female’s inner strength holds out… Her thoughts drifted back to Sorelle’s complaints dark warnings of my rebellious behavior. Her frown crept back, troubled by those memories.

It was just who she was, trained into her so early it had become genuine. "I want to speak plainly," she said. "Please," I said. "I know about the Omega," she said. "I knew before I arrived. My father's intelligence on Silver Moon is thorough and your situation with her has been noted for some time." She paused. "I also know about the Matriarch shift. What she is. What the Mate's Claim invocation will mean for the pack's legal structure." "Then you're well informed," I said.

she giggled. "A handful? I was a warrior in training." "You were adorable," she corrected, pecking his lips. Then she winked. "But don't worry. Now, you're just feral and handsome." He laughed, the sound rich and warm. He pointed to a photo of an elderly woman with silver hair and a kind, sharp face. "That was the Matriarch. She looked after Matthew and me when our parents were dealing with the council. She would have loved you, Willow. She always said I needed a mate who wouldn't be afraid to bite back."

He spoke. - If you get what you want without using my influence and against all odds, you will return, I will collect the favor of the woman who says so much about the orphanage, they will be your most loyal servants. The matriarch said. - Go to hell, why does it have to be done this way? "The younger woman, I question her. - You're a fool who thinks you have power, it started out that way, you don't have a talent for warding off any evil, do you think you can challenge me? - The matriarch laughed, making fun of her.

he proclaimed. “Psst,” Hope hissed. “What’s ‘matronly’ mean?” She lowered her voice to a whisper so as not to interrupt the ceremony. Not struggling at all to cover up the fact that the phrase really meant the mare had no purpose but breeding, Rebel whispered back, “It means she’s a…mature woman.” Hope shot him a glare. “Er, a mature mare,” he corrected. This time, at the sight of a wolf like the Rebel kowtowing to the will of a five-year-old, Lily couldn’t suppress a bark of laughter.

Even though everyone looked down on me for being an ordinary omega without a wolf, who was only lucky enough to be mated to an alpha, she never did. She helped me raise my head high, and told me to look these people in the eyes, because I was where they all wanted to be. I shook my head at that line of thought. In this life things were much different, and I almost felt bitter about reliving a life such as this. Because now she wasn't nice to me anymore, but one of the thorns in my side. Susan Chris. My mate's mother, and a matriarch, if I ever heard of one. One of the most powerful people controlling the things that went on in the palace.