Matriarch Synonym Novels & Stories

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.

The Matriarch replied despondently. Hearing her words, the aide’s expression changed, and he immediately expressed his disapproval. “Matriarch, why do you send our strongest force to act as fodder for another? And why did you not tell the elders of your decision?” he asked. “Do I need their permission,” she asked calmly, but the aide swallowed nervously as he bowed his head in worry. The Matriarch was a figure of absolute authority among the Ancients. The only ones who could stand up to her were Basileus and his sister. Even if all the elders banded together, they will not be able to kill her! Her word was law!

She blushed furiously at the endearment and my mom smiled knowingly. “You should call a meeting and tell them fast and again, I'm sure you know it might be tough for them to accept considering Mia is a human,” she pointed out, a frown marring her face. “I’ll take care of that, madre, I’m their alpha and they’ll have to listen to me.” I reminded her and she smiled. “Alright then, get on with that fast and get me my kids,” she announced. “We still have the mating ceremony after that...”

"That's what you have to deal with? It just feels like an overwhelmingly noisy group chat to me. It's not everything they're thinking! That's so fucked up!" Celeste and Hunter chuckled, "It is," Celeste agreed, "but it's also what being Matriarch is about. I missed it when it was gone.” Sally’s hands went to Celeste and she looked so very hopeful that it made Hunter want to bottle her up. “It’s not gone anymore? It’s back? You’re Matriarch again?” “Yes,” she pulled their little mate into a hug, “thanks to you. Luna and I are joint Matriarchs now. Both of us will protect and nurture the Clan together.”

(Like a tattoo) Memorial Wall — meh‑MOR‑ee‑uhl wawl A wall of Soul Symbols honoring those who have passed in the Middle. Mirabilis (trees) — meer‑uh‑BIL‑iss Towering trees in the Gardens with cones that must be harvested from great heights. Makers — MAY‑kers Scientists who assemble the children’s DNA and craft their physical and genetic traits. Mother — MUTH‑er The primary caretaker/leader of the children in the Middle; a scientist and maternal figure who oversees Bindings and training.

They walked together across the hall, weaving between clusters of guests until they reached the grand buffet table The matriarch clasped her hands neatly behind her back and turned to face her. “Tell me, my dear,” she began, “do you know who I am?” Cassandra blinked. What kind of question was that? She shifted uneasily, her throat suddenly dry. “I… I’m not sure,” she admitted softly. The woman inclined her head with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “You may call me Madam Matilda. I am the matriarch of the female members of Nordau Bloc.”

Cinthye hated when people did that. "Who?" The Matriarch looked away obviously guilty. "Your aunt." Cinthye furrowed her brows and looked at them. "My what?" Cinthye massaged her temple that is starting to ache. "I don't have an aunt." "You do." Her mother isist. "No." "Yes." "Mother." "Yes?" "Stop saying yes." The Matriarch pinched the bridge of her nose already regretting this conversation. "Your father had a sister."

A low, practiced ripple of mocking whispers and soft, condescending murmurs washed over the stone tiers from the gathered lords. "You are a short-lived anomaly," a matriarch from the second tier added, her voice dripping with an elegant, cutting disdain. "A temporary distraction who has bewitched a vampire warlord. You have used a primitive, emotional bond to seize a dominion that belongs to the eternal. You bring the scent of mortality, decay, and human weakness into a realm of permanent perfection. You should be shamed by your own foolishness, girl. You are a weed trying to anchor a mountain."

"The feast is prepared. We do not keep the Great Pack Assembly waiting." The Old Matriarch gestured toward the handles of her iron wheel-chair. "Gorgo, child, guide my path to the hall." "Yes, Matriarch," I murmured, stepping behind her chair and pushing her smoothly down the grand stone corridor. Leonidas and Ross walked side by side behind us, their heavy, broad shoulders imposing and silent. "Is she truly the female you intend to place on the Silverclaw Moon Throne?" Ross asked in a low, biting whisper that echoed off the stone walls.

“You fear she is not ready. You fear she is dangerous.” “She’s not dangerous,” I growled. “She’s…” My voice faltered. The bond thrummed between us, Ivy’s heartbeat echoing faintly in my chest. “She’s mine.” “Love and fear taste the same,” the Matriarch murmured, her eyes glowing brighter. “If I am to stand against Jace, against Kyle, I must know she is not a weapon waiting to be used against us.” “You’ll have to take my word for it.” “Unacceptable.”