Matriarchy 소설 & 이야기

"What is it?" I thought about how to explain what Rhea had started explaining this morning, before Killian had come to collect me for the walk. About how a Matriarch's authority wasn't derived from rank or title or the permission of the pack's leadership structure. It was older than all of those things. It came from the bloodline and from the bond and from something Rhea called the pack's deep memory, which was the accumulated knowledge of centuries stored not in documents but in the wolves themselves.

The Matriarch of the auxiliary line the old female currently celebrating her sixty-winter cycle—swept into the sector, flanked by a defensive wall of blade-warriors and bloodline descendants. "Grandmother! A completely rabid stray has breached the inner sanctum!" Sorelle Mistfang wailed, launching her physical form directly to the old female’s flank. The old matriarch, a lifelong border mistress who prided herself on preserving her youthful pheromonal allure, retained pitch-black hair strands despite her sixty winters and projected the arrogant, untouchable aura of old territory wealth. She deployed a withering, lethal evaluation scan across my frame. "Identify your lineage parameters and yo

"It was a royal decree if I have ever heard one." "It was extremely well-argued, is what it was. And you still can't issue them. You know why? Because your kingdom is a matriarchy. Your mother runs Nachtigall. The whole Coven answers to a woman." She rolled her head to look at me, insufferably pleased with herself. "You married into the wrong species to be a tyrant, darling." "I'll concede the point," I said, "on the condition you never again describe what happened on that floor as well-argued."

Amara is the Vampire mate of a Fae who was one of the Fae Queen's personal guards. Alise nodded in agreement. "I agree, and I had wanted to add that there should be equality regarding genders, as the Fae are a matriarchy. So, I am glad there is an equal number of women and men. However, if we add Reneé and Amara, more than half of the Council will be female. I personally have no problem with that. Does anyone else?" A murmur swept through the room, and Daemon leaned back, his expression thoughtful. "I have no problem with that. I wouldn't be the Lycan King if it weren't for my mate."

Women make men stupid. I've seen it all my life with my own parents and myriad aunts and uncles over the years. My father, as the son of the ruling sky monarch, though not the heir, was still in higher standing among our kind than most. I've seen him destroy whole armies without breaking a sweat. And yet it only takes a frown or a pout from my mother to bring him to his knees.

This story is difficult, and it’s one I have told absolutely no one before in my whole life. “My father had me with my mother, an unbonded Omega. Although I have the royal white fur, I am an Omega, and therefore useless to my father. He had other children, Alpha children, but most died in battle. The only survivor is too young to be Alpha of the pack, and my father is too old.

It was saddening that fate deemed her a more worthy successor, not even giving her brother the chance to live. "He would have been made Emperor", still she had to answer the question. And that she did. She was being honest. With or without the rebellion, if her brother was alive, there was no way she would have become the 'King of the South'. "Yes. Although there are races that practice matriarchy, they are just a handful. They can literally be counted with our fingers. Patriarchy is the main practice of our cosmos. That means if a ruler has seven children, all girls, and the eighth kid comes along as a boy, the issue of age is disregarded and the new born pri

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?”

I don’t know if it’s the mate bond or not, but I have this urge to take care of him like June Cleaver on Leave it to Beaver or some shit. Yeah, it’s totally the mate bond. Gets you all into the societal gender roles like “Me man, you woman. I bring home bacon, you cook bacon. Well, this mate bond is ridiculously sexist then, isn’t it? You got that right sister. We will need to change that because I love the smell of the fall of the patriarchy! Woah there my furry little anarchist, before we dismantle the patriarchy we may want to mate and mark Rian and Stark. Oh yeah, we should probably do that.

"Representing them is their newly returned and officially confirmed future Alpha." "The Lunaris Pack?" Malcolm paused, a flicker of incredulity crossing his features before he let a cold, dismissive smirk curl his lips. He had heard of this pack before. It was a matriarchal pack where the Alpha lineage was always female. Its history was long, but it was ultimately a pack led by women. In his eyes, such a pack would never rise to true prominence. Besides, their future Alpha had just returned, which meant she must be inexperienced. She was nothing more than a stepping stone for others.