Novelas y relatos de Matriarchal

At the center stood a dais, and seated in a perfect circle around it were thirteen thrones. The First Houses. Each elder a sovereign unto themselves. Older than kingdoms. Stronger than empires. United only by blood and the lust for dominion. At the circle’s heart was Seraphyne Valcoran, High Matriarch of the Black Rose, whose rule stretched back to the Age of Wyrms. Her hair shimmered like spun moonlight, her eyes fathomless voids. Her presence pressed against the chamber like deep water, silent, but suffocating.

“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.

The ancient Matriarch stood frozen, tears still wet on her cheeks, the weight of three thousand years pressing down on her. "Morwen," I said slowly. "You're right about one thing. The old powers need to fall." Her smile widened. "But you're wrong about how." I stepped toward Sylvaen, not away. "You want to become the new Matriarch. A god of regret. You'll just be continuing the cycle—harvesting pain, feeding on guilt. Just with a different face." "Then what do you propose?" I stopped beside Sylvaen. The ancient Fae looked at me with her forest-shadow eyes—no longer cold, just tired.

The way I was holding onto my pride while everything crumbled made his expression soften. "Thank you. And... I’m sorry for how my mother is acting." "Why apologize for her? It’s the instinct of a Matriarch to vet her son’s mate. She’s doing it because you’re her kin. I understand the pressure." As a scholar and a mentor, he’d dealt with enough pack elders to recognize a territorial defense when he saw one. I bit my lip, unable to explain the jagged, twisted reality of our family dynamic—or my mother’s pathological need for total dominance.

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 curse fate under my breath, drag a palm over my face, and mutter, “Thank you. You may go.” She bows, still glowing with gossip energy, and hurries down the hallway. I storm into the room and shut the door behind me harder than necessary. Caius looks up from where he’s inspecting a golden ornament piece on the table, a question on his face. “What’s the motherfucking Matriarch anyway?” I demand. Silence settles for a beat. Caius tilts his head. “I believe those are the culty Oracians,” he says slowly. “Father mentioned them. Only women are allowed to rule there, so their leader is called the Matriarch.”

He handed me a glass of wine. “Thank you!” “That’s my favorite, as well as Allyssa’s”. Madame Maida was luxuriously seated on one of the diamond encrusted sofas. She was watching me intently. Her scrutinizing look held a thousand meaning I could not decipher on own. “She’s the matriarch. Her words were the rules, and her rules were the law in this clan. Females were dominant more than males in this clan, different from the race you grew up with, right?”

The link was lost before the last statement was finished but the message passed was clear as day and yet, he was left in confusion. "Lucian is on the Crystal Mountain." The king announced and everyone chorused in surprise. "The Crystal mountain!" The historical Crystal mountain is the holy worship ground of the moon goddess which only exists in the pack's history book and has become part of the history that everyone including himself learnt as a child. In the book, it was stated that the mountain was last seen centuries ago, during the time when the guardian witch was alive, so it was lost to all supernaturals after the guardian's death. No supernaturals could find their way there again.

Tenebris knew, I hated blood and those monsters were nothing but blood. Violence was never an answer for me. It should have been, given into what species I was born into. We were basically the creators of this world and conquerors of the next. The combined power of all eight matriarchs could level a city twice the size of Frazer in minutes but feuding between the eight has caused disruption. Unbalance. A single queen was selected over 3000 years ago through a rite that was bathed in blood to ensure the feuding wouldn't become deadly again. Only the strongest one became queen. Call me idealistic, but I didn't want to fight the other Matriarchs when my mother was freshly given to the Mountain.

Years of intermingling with the matriarch's family who share her special blood resulted to the new hierarchy, the world order of evolvers. Those are people who have specialties, some strong like they could lift mountains and exceptional memory and intelligence like the professor. Others weak like their cock can form a kilometer arc of gushing when they urinate. The piss attack that's very popular on the websites. But no one could match the matriarch who has super strength and longevity; eternal life, the fountain of youth! One can imagine the ruckus she brings whenever she appears as she holds the record of the world's oldest grandmother alive. All wanted to suck her blood up and study her.