The Myth Of Male Power Novels & Stories

I feel like the green goblin in that movie when his heart grows three sizes. My heart hammers and stops in an erratic pattern that might well put me on my arse. The goddess may have given males the physical strength when she made us, but she gave the women all of the power. If Sophia wanted to, she could kill me right now. If she knows the words of a formal rejection, and if those words spill from her lips, I would deserve them and they would destroy me.

I realised that I had raised my voice too high, and then I steadied it, to carry just enough power and authority, just like my father had demonstrated many times. "We are forgetting that this vessel, a person like us, never asked to carry this power. She was chosen by the Goddess, to carry it against her own will. It isn't fair to murder a living being that breathes the same air as us, because we are trying to maintain some delicate power balance," I voiced my opinion at the table and everyone listened quietly. "I think power balance is just another word for greed. We are just trying to justify our greed and our fear by killing an innocent woman!" My voice was stern.

I said dreamily. The car stopped at a signal and he pinched my cheek. When I looked at him he looked straight in my eyes. Those hypnotic brown eyes. "Women aren't weak Sania. Its us men who make you weak. This society doesn't wants to understand your power, because its afraid about losing thier own power. And you know why women are made to leave thier families after marriage, because only they are capable of making such sacrifices. Ask a man to do that and he'll break down for sure. Our ego is too much for us to handle." He said and smiled.

Women have the right to make their own choices. The words were alien in my head, but they were true. If she had to walk away, I wasn't worthy of stopping her. Maybe that's why most of my staff were female—because men in general gave me the shudders. Because my father and brothers had spent decades imprinting upon me the truth that men were the real monsters of this world. And now, though I was one myself, I still viewed them differently. A quick motion out of the corner of my eye made me freeze.

“Maybe she has supporters?” “Supporters.” He let out a smiled. “You can’t run an empire on sentimentality. You need capital. People with real power willing to back you.” He picked up the tablet again. “And frankly, any woman stupid enough to disappear for years isn’t intelligent enough to reclaim anything worth having.” The misogyny was almost impressive in its casualness. The certainty that a woman returning after years away was weak. That her absence proved her incompetence. That the only narrative that made sense was the one where she’d been too emotional to hold power. And maybe they were right to some point but still.

he observed. “Yes.” He nodded approvingly. “You’re not reckless.” “No.” Silence stretched. Then— “Why did you really come?” she asked. He did not hesitate. “Because rumors said a divine-blooded woman shattered a hall and spared every life inside it.” She said nothing. “I wanted to see if it was myth.” “And?” “It’s worse.” Her brow furrowed. “Worse?” “You’re controlled.” The word echoed. “Uncontrolled power is predictable,” he continued. “It burns itself out. Controlled power changes kingdoms.”

His hand trembled slightly, and he wasn’t sure if it was the nicotine or something else. He kept replaying that moment in the car—no not the silence. The look. It had made his heart slam once, hard enough to make him forget how to breathe. He didn’t want to attach any significance to it. Nor sit with the realization that what he felt in that car was not disgust twisting in his stomach. It was…want. An undeniable want for the man his mother married. And that was the kind of truth that didn't just terrify. It f***king wrecked you.

“I haven’t always known who and what I am, it’s still relatively new to me and I’m still learning. In fact Bo used to kind of be my guide before I gave her to Sophie.” She perked up, ‘Is that how she earned her patron?’ “I wouldn’t say she earned Sophie,” I could feel Dmitri getting anxious about discussing his sister; “I’d like to help all of the Menae find patrons if I can. But there aren’t any other women that I know who are strong enough for you yet.” She gave me a small nod, ‘They do not have to be female.’ “I’d prefer them to be,” I chewed on my lip again, “our world is already heavily dominated by men in power.”

And even if I needed a male sometime in life, I didn't think my male will be very pleased with me. I was not what a male would want her female to be. In our society, males were dominant. They wanted their females beneath them. Practically and metaphorically. Females were to bow down to their mates and fulfill their demands here. And I couldn't do that. My father alway said to bow to no one except the goddesses. That was engraved in my nature. I didn't like taking orders around. I've always done what I liked, I would never be able to be like other females. It would be a complicated bond between us. Both trying to pull each other down but not one getting any success.

I didn’t think I will have to actively work hard to gain the company till now, I wanted to go to places and experience the strength of my power, I wanted to go to Gold university and give a god damned speech about being a scholarship student right there and returning as the owner. I wanted doors to open because my name was mentioned, even the flock of women that came with such liberties, Aria probably wouldn’t be able to come along as she would be raising our kids. The thought of power makes me hard and I take my shaft and stroke as I think of how much authority I will possess, and maybe if I like I will hold unto Emb as my mistress, put her on pills and whenever I wanted to fuck good, I’ll