Matriarch Synonym Novels & Stories

"Who, Rage? Who could be bigger than your father?" Rage looked at her, his eyes clear and terrified. "The Matriarch," he whispered. "My mother. She’s not dead, Sabi. And she’s the one who started the 'Golden Blood' project in the first place."

“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.

I say with a small chuckle. "Do you really think that you could get used to calling me grandma now?" She asks with a brow raised. Looking at her, I do have to admit that it would be odd to call her grandmother. After all, she only looks around 10 years older than me at most. I wonder if I am going to age that way since I am only half witch or if I will age like a werewolf. "You are right. Calling you grandmother would be awfully strange. Considering that you are the matriarch of the family and there will be 4 generations it might be a good idea to find something to call you." I suggest.

Shen Ping didn’t dare and neither did the old matriarch , if they didn’t dare to then how can anyone in the Shen family refute Feng Tian Ming ? A/n : I joined a new educational course I'm studyingfor post graduation and currently I'm quite busy sorry for late update but this book I will definitely finish it. Thank you for your patience

Arlene asked, shaking her head with a little hand gesture. " The mirror, why did you cover it.. and your hair, you are letting it out like that?" Arlene was thinking of a perfect lie when she threw another question at her. "Cody said he liked it, didn't he?" Olivia asked with a little sneer of jealousy in her tone. "No, he didn't" Arlene said in a bid to lie when the perfect idea popped up. "But he did say he hated mirrors being exposed." She said. "Why? It is believed that anyone who hated mirrors is an occult, a witch or something supernatural," she said narrowing her eye.

“Keep it low, Allyssa! Him being here at this crucial moment must mean something more than we could imagine. The psychomanteum would provide us the answers we desire.” Sir John Dave seemed to deliberately impose his ascendency over his lightning-stricken daughter whose jaw was about to fall out of her pretty face. “No! Dad, you cannot do this to me! You knew what he did! How could you?” Allyssa suddenly burst out crying. She ran away in haste, followed by the confused Amaltheo. “Let her be! She’ll calm down on her own!” The matriarch approached me. Her presence was powerful, in a way that attracts attention by reason of being unusually extreme, or prominent. I could feel her ominous power em

The matriarch had been in charge of the Yang Family in the capital for so many years. She had always been high above others and looked down on ordinary people. In her opinion, those ordinary people were no different from grass. No one could shake her status in the Yang Family in the capital, and no one could blaspheme her majesty. To Matriarch He's horror, someone dared to kill her. Yes, he was killing her! It was the first time that the matriarch had realized that she was constantly connected to death.

Glossary: Maoir = elder/member of the high council - Ubera(s) = breat(s) *~~~* Viper was making his way down the corridor back to his living quarters when he was stopped by Brigyt, Maior Hadru's life mate and one of the female maoirs. "Why have I not met your human mate yet?" she inquired, getting straight to the point. Viper was at a loss for words. He honestly wasn't sure why that was. Other than the fact that he enjoyed being selfish and keeping her to himself when he was not training the pups.

Or grandsons who dare to love. The Matriarch (Grandma Drevane): A tiny bird of a woman drowning in pearls and spite. She held a monocle to one eye, squinting at my hair like I’d brought lice to dinner. Blonde, but is it Drevane blonde? her expression screamed. Needs more ice. Less humanity. She tapped her cane—identical to Grandpa’s, but with a diamond-studded poodle head—and whispered to Cassian, “I hope she can bear a healthy heir. I wouldn’t mind a grand son first”

There's the same calming yet authoritative vibe radiating from her—the presence of someone accustomed to leadership and respect. Brodik steps forward and greets her formally. "Matriarch Velindra." Matriarch Velindra… So this is the coven Matriarch of the light witches—she’s a Grand Witch and also the strongest light witch apart from the Primarch Arcana herself. I take her in, studying the woman who holds so much power and responsibility.