Matriarchy Novels & Stories

He stayed back and made sure I was well taken care of. On my birthday my dad lost two great things, first the love of his life, my mother and secondly the hope of ever having a male child. An heir to his throne. So you can imagine how much deception and rage he had towards me. . History always talks about very great male Alpha kings but no one ever mentions a great Luna Alpha. The myth of 'no woman can be an Alpha' reigns amongst us!. Till date, it's a taboo!. Thus, shall we get back into history?.

Her power was then amplified, and all of the humans slowly transitioned into werewolves. I’m not sure how much of Native American culture you know, but the Cherokee people were a matriarchy. Meaning that the women were in charge of the major running of the tribe. Obviously, we adopted this, as every child of the alpha line ever since has been female. And even though our Beta line is just as long and detailed as our Alpha line sometimes there will be a son born to them, but like I used to tell Samantha when she was growing up it doesn’t matter if you are a boy or a girl, the first born child is always the one meant to take the title.

"Thank you for your compliment, your imperial highness." Polivia was one of the few matriarchal kingdoms in the surrounding continents. They thrived and stayed alive as a kingdom for a long time because they were proof that women could do it better. They weren't perfect, of course, but their women were very intelligent. Women who had travelled to other kingdoms and have seen how the women were treated knew that men don't like women having power because they were afraid of being treated the same way they treated women. Polivia also happened to treat its men well but because of their sexual freedom, it was a little bit complicated. "What better way to create an alliance between our nations tha

“But you, my son… you are the true prize. Your body has adapted beautifully to the hybrid gestation. The fertility enhancements worked beyond my calculations. One more ritual tonight and the child will be born perfected immortal, powerful, ready to lead the new order.” Alex’s free hand tightened on his pistol. “I’m not your vessel. This child isn’t yours to claim.” The Matriarch’s expression softened into something almost maternal. “You still don’t understand. I didn’t just train Damian. I designed the entire bloodline protocol. Your mother my sister—was the first carrier. I am your aunt, not your mother in the traditional sense. But I am the architect. The true matriarch. Everything you are

What are you trying to do to Annie? "Kick him back out of the village!" I leaned casually against one of the women's shoulders and said, "I grew up here since I was born, Nathan Galloway. "We are Melsh people. We've been taught since we were young that women rule the world because we are strong and independent. "We are a matriarchal society, and we inherited a long history of that from our ancestors. "This is your friendly warning not to come any closer to me. Otherwise, I don't think that these lovely ladies would ever let you off that easily!"

It would stay, but whether it wouldn't weaken us was the question. I finished up with the babies. I loved this time of the day. I loved seeing how attached the mothers were to their children. It was a universal thing a mothers love. The goddess first showed us that. Then our own mothers. It is one of the reasons we did not have alphas in the North. Nothing beats a mother's love, and a Luna loves her pack like her children. There were many other reasons we were a matriarchy in the North, but that was one of the many.

I have to admit, thinking back to how he reacted, “Travelling to and from the human realm as well as spending time there will give us a chance to talk about things. Whether I want to or not.” Zared’s need for blood has to be discussed, I won’t let him go round drinking from poor women and girls without consent and then casting a forgetting spell on them. We need to come up with a plan to unite the werewolf world. Then there’s the new way I want to construct society. End slavery and have women in charge instead of men. “A matriarchy has its own challenges,” Aminta hums, “If you impose a matriarchy and our pup is a girl we have to

She swallows thickly and I feel my wolf’s heart sink a little as he considers his next words carefully. ‘It is tradition amongst witches, to keep their mother’s name. They are a matriarchal people, and the divine gifts that pass from mother to daughter ensures that they are revered by the men they bond with and provides protection for their offspring. It was necessary then, to ensure their survival, that they bond with the strongest men they could. That is why the Llewellyn witches always bonded with Sacred Moon Alphas or occasionally Betas. Our Moon Goddess, and the witch’s Blessed Mother, worked together to ensure the survival of their most powerful and cherished children.’ His explanation

She spread everything on the table and stepped back and looked at it the way she looked at a patient's full history before diagnosis — not at individual data points but at the relationship between them, the shape the whole thing made. "A family," she said. "Not a single person. A family that has been doing this for three hundred years." She traced the territorial behavior through four generations. "They placed Alphas in key positions across the region. They used the Council as a vehicle — not to govern, to control. Specifically to control any situation that might allow Mara to return stronger than they could manage." "And their own bloodline," her mother said, pointing to a cross-reference.

Hiding behind the wall, watching this obscene ritual, The Elder Matriarch felt the blood in her entire body freeze cold. Right near her quarters, bent over the shadows of the bamboo grove in broad daylight. To see a matriarch of the head house taking a servant's feral length deep into her mouth and surrendering her core to his tongue to drip nectar was an absolute abomination. This was a hellish painting of humans shedding their skin and regressing into feral beasts. She ought to run out screaming right now, grab those beasts by their hair, and yell until the whole village echoed.