Matriarchy Novels & Stories

This was the darkest, most closely guarded secret of the Matriarch’s Utopia. A society composed entirely of women still required a biological imperative to survive. To keep the city populated, a select few of these men were briefly, clinically used for reproduction. Female infants were taken to the upper rings, raised in the sunlight, bathed in the philosophy of the Sisterhood, and taught to fear the Savage Wilds. But the male infants? They were brought down here. They were raised in the dark, treated as livestock, and told from birth that their very blood was a poison that had to be contained.

Gretchen replied. "You should understand that in a Bedouin tribe, the sheikh's word is law and unquestionable," Rolf explained. "Further, and probably the most difficult for you, would be the fact that women are collective property. They might have a husband and children, but their bodies are not their own. Any man can take any woman at any time and nobody would question it." "But how do the men know if the children are theirs?" Susan asked, aghast. "It is irrelevant," Gretchen replied. "For all of their ways, Bedouins are actually a matriarchal society. A man accepts any offspring of his woman as his own, regardless of who actually fathered them."

Louis sat across from him, his glass half empty, his guard half down. "You promised to tell me about Lorenzo," he said. Matt leaned back in his chair. "Does he talk about his past? His childhood? His mother?" Louis's hand tightened around his glass. "A little. Not much." "I figured." Matt swirled his wine. "Lorenzo doesn't like to show weakness. He never has. Even when we were younger, even when his grandmother and the Matriarchy…" He stopped and shook his head. "Never mind." "What? Who or what are these Matriarchy?" Louis asked.

There, elders unfurled genealogies and traced lines with ink-stained fingers, murmuring calculations beneath their breath. “If an alliance is inevitable,” one matron said coolly, “then it should be secured through blood. A union. A child. Maybe a marriage.” Her grandson balked. “She is mated.” “Nothing is unchangeable,” the matron replied. “Not when power is involved,” but even as she spoke, doubt flickered in her eyes. Why? Because this was not merely power in the traditional sense. This was not an army or a hoard or a throne. This was influence and influence was harder to bind.

"What mother? It's no news that Alpha Sage is a sadist, a beast in the form of a wolf! What is he going to do to me? Torture me to death in one of his damned secret rooms or have me shipped to the humans for experiments?" "Enough! Enough Elora, you mustn't do anything to get on the Alpha's bad side. You are no more a child, the moment he learns you have gotten your wolf, he will not hesitate to send you to those tournaments he organizes to entertain himself at the expense of your own life if you fail in your duties to this pack and his family at large. We are mere Slaves Elora and our lives or say do not matter or count, so stay clear from trouble and by that, I mean his children" Her eyes w

“I had no idea. That’s incredible. Tell me more.” He smiles a little. “It is. Has been for generations. Velkara’s always leaned matriarchal. Not on purpose—just… naturally. Their strongest wolves always turned out to be women. Most of their Alphas, Betas, and even elite warriors over the years have been female. And the men? They’re raised with respect for that structure, not resentment.” “A matriarchal pack,” I echo, my voice full of wonder.

Matriarch de Jardin shook her head at her grandson adamantly, her grimace still painted on her face. Of course she wanted peace. Of course she wanted the killing to end. It had been going on since before she took up the mantle of Matriarch. “Having power doesn’t mean pushing your own agenda,” she replied. “Power is service. In my terms, I serve the needs of the Dukedom, who themselves serve their fief. Since more than half the fief demands our defense of our colonies, then we serve that need.

“She was young but fierce. The kind of fierce that moves mountains.” A lump grew in Elise’s throat. She pictured Thea’s warm smile, her quiet guidance, the way she’d always hidden sadness under strength. Teagan continued. “She freed us. Broke the chains. Led a revolt that almost cost her life. And because of her, the matriarch at the time—our current matriarch’s mother—created what we now call the pact.” Elise stepped closer. “What were the terms?” Teagan looked at her gravely.

If they are mates, he needs to do his best for her and with her. Maya grew up in a patriarchal pack where only males were warriors and decision-makers while females were expected to take care of the house and give birth to pups, and Maya hated it. Her mother was the smartest woman Maya ever knew, yet she was reduced to a housewife because her mate, Maya's father, didn't approve of Maya's mother getting a job and doing something other than cooking, cleaning, and laundry. Since she was a teen, Maya went the extra mile to train secretly, and only after meeting Caden and joining the Dark Howlers pack, Maya was able to show her prowess as a warrior.

They are either mated to strong males or sold off to forge alliances. My mother had been the embodiment of that tradition. Even after my father’s death, she remained by his grave, faithful until her last breath, as was expected of a mate. I had built a house for her beside his tomb, a monument to her devotion. My sisters, Alpha-born, were no different. Despite their lineage, they had bowed to the customs, marrying strong warriors and remaining unwaveringly loyal to their mates. But my mate? She is chaos. She is wild. She is everything a woman in my pack is not.