Matriarch Synonym Novels & Stories

She was from a lineage of nature spiritualists who connected with nature and its elements for spirit and magical purposes. Now that I had half-handled the situation with Alaric, I had to call Julian, who I knew also had something important to say if he had given me all those missed calls. I picked up my phone and went through the text message he sent, and my jaw fell the moment I read it. "The Matriarchs are on to something, and it has everything to do with you."

She added, while some relatives murmured among themselves. What she said caused an uproar among the remaining relatives, they were in a heated argument and were debating about the position of the matriarch. "Ava is also a suitable person to be the matriarch." called out Harrison from Victoria's side of the family. "The position shouldn't be limited to just Kimberly. We have many qualified women in this family." Other relatives voiced out. "She's been part of our circle for years," added another voice. "She understands our business, our connections, our way of life."

He then announced Eva as his heir and made her the Matriarch of Grande coven. Actually Grande coven was always a matriarchal formation. There was no patriarchal rule , because the first lord of Grande coven was a lady. She was Duke of land in her time and stayed unmarried for a long time. Unfortunately after getting married, she died after giving birth to her son. In respect of his mother's name, the son made a rule. The lords of Grande coven will be referred to as Matriarch irrespective of genders. That's why even if a man becomes the Lord of Grande coven,he is addressed as Matriarch not as Patriarch.

It was clear why Max wanted them to be nation-states. When Matriarch de Jardin spoke, Eva got that same sense of power in her voice, like with the councilors in the floors below. But the Matriarch’s was far more refined, far more practiced, far more stately. It struck her that the woman’s every word and every movement was completely deliberate. Every bit of her was an exercise in fine erudition. “Apologies it took so long to set an appointment,” said the Matriarch. “Brief as it is.”

Then the matriarch walked close to where I was and called the women who normally divided up the order while she was gone. "I want you to guard the perimeter," the matriarch said immediately. "I had thought this would take longer, but it seems the humans don't learn their lesson. So take care of everything, give them a big go-ahead, and keep them away. We can play their game, so it's a matter of moves." "What do we do about the river?" one of them asked, and the matriarch pursed her lips. "Nothing; I'm going to take care of that myself with the help of a tattletale," she said, and the others left laughing. Then she spun around as if searching. "I know you're here, Alice, so come out."

"You’ve already lost it, Mother. Can’t you see the pack elders whispering?" "I’ll kill them all. I’ll make them watch." "And then who will be left? Just us, in a ruined Den, waiting for the executioner." "I won't be ruined! I am the Matriarch!" "You’re a ghost, and the pack has already moved on. Stop this farce before they take your head." "Is that all you have to say? You, my own blood?" "I’m the only one trying to keep your neck out of the noose. If you want to keep clawing at him, do it. But don't expect me to follow you into the grave."

The woman’s face… it was identical to the photographs of his grandmother he had seen in the secret archives kept by his late uncle Julian. “Grandmother?” Mavric whispered, unable to believe his own eyes. The woman smiled, yet there was absolutely no warmth or kindness in her expression. “Call me The Matriarch, Mavric. And you, Liora… thank you so much for bringing the final key right to our doorstep. Now… let us discuss exactly how we are going to lead this world together.” It turned out that their greatest enemy was not simply Mavric’s mother. The true source of all their troubles lay much deeper within the roots of the Thorne family tree itself.

He almost smiled. "When did you get so smart?" he murmured. "I married a paranoid warlord," I said. "It rubs off." Footsteps echoed down the corridor. Heavy, measured, confident. The tall woman with the war axe rounded the corner. Up close, she was even more intimidating. She had to be six and a half feet tall, built like she could snap a tree in half. The axe on her back looked like it weighed more than I did. "The Matriarch requests your presence," she said. Her voice was surprisingly melodic for someone so terrifying.

My heart was thumping so fast, I thought for sure that my rib cage would crack. "First of all, Mr. Herrington. My mother was fourteen when she took over the position of Matriarch, and she's also female...So your first two concerns are invalid; it seems to me like you're just trying to pick a fight. Though I do understand your concern about me being soft-hearted. I'm often told I'm a bleeding heart," She said truthfully. "But so what?" I stiffened. She sounded as though she were challenging him to a fight to the death.

With one hand, she carried Tyr on her back, and with the other, she drew the long blade from the guard’s waist and pressed it against his neck. “Motherf*cker! Being the matriarch is f*cking useless! I have no right to do anything at all! Tell me, am I right? Do I have any f*cking rights at all? As the matriarch, I just want to bring someone into the memorial park, but you just have to stop me, haven’t you? You motherf*cker!”