The Myth Of Male Power Novels & Stories

But then they get a new chance, and they do it all over again? “This world should never be a male-dominated world, to begin with! Men! All that matters is power and raw muscles! Even your own gods try to tell you that this world needs more love, care, and understanding! “ I roared at him. I was unsure where this anger came from, but my body trembled. I felt harassed, mistreated, misunderstood, and outright disrespected. And that’s just me as a female, a woman in this world. I have no problem seeing their gods punishing them for it! Not at all, actually!

I growled, stretching my arms and legs in an attempt to get the soreness in my muscles to relax and ease away. “We aren’t human, we never will be. We are animals at heart, and animals respect power and strength, blame genetics and the Moon Goddess that male wolves tend to be more powerful than she-wolves.” “So I am weaker than you because I have tits?” I growled out, wanting to advance on him but knowing in this singular instance, I was in fact, weaker than him.

Loril exploited Cain’s uncomfortableness by leaning in with a seductive glance, “What are you suggesting?” Oren puffed his pipe, “Stop it, now. We don’t have time for all this suggestive nonsense. Diabolists are almost always whores.” “Knox!” Cain scolded. “You can pretty up your language, Cain, but that’s what you’re getting at.” “It’s all right, Cain,” Loril said, “I’m used to men like Knox. Go on with your explanation.” “Yes well, the male role is somewhat limited. We just aren’t connected to the Earth the way females are.”

I could be bold when it was in a good cause. Her mobile rang soon after and she sulked for ages after listening to his tirade. I already had the impression he didn’t care for females. That set me thinking. Why did dominant males all follow a mythical Moon Goddess? Had there been a time when Alpha women listened to the dictates of a Moon God? Or was I being too fanciful?

grumbled Queen Miranda immensely restlessly as well as uneasily. “According to the so-called ‘myth’, the ten greatest powers can merely be achieved and attained from the immensely deep, true, as well as sincere love, Queen Miranda...” explained one of the senior veterans. Being very old already, he didn’t set off to the battlefield anymore. “Only so-called ‘myth’ again... Honestly and frankly, I don’t really believe in that so-called ‘myth’ anymore. It’s just a legend, a myth, a fairy-tale which isn’t actually true...” grumbled Queen Miranda again.

But Zavian had articulated her feelings on the matter perfectly. "There’s a certain category of pathetic, insecure males who delude themselves into believing they become 'real men' when they use their fists against women. In reality, they are weak, impotent cowards with severe inferiority complexes they try to cover with bravado and violence. They lack trust or believe in themselves, so they show off their physical strength against a weaker target," Zavian added coldly then took a contemplative sip of his wine.

My real mother? No. She has to be lying. She had to be. She had to be a spy from... "I can see the disbelief in your eyes. It bubbles strongly in your gaze. I assure you, dear heiress, this is no trick." She almost effortlessly read my mind and my shock made me close my jaw and all her to go on. "Your mother has no brothers. The power is only made accessible to the women in the family. No male is granted this power, and if they are, they are killed off at birth because they are known to harbour evil. It has been this way for many generations.”

Fighting injustice against women, and also giving them power. ‘My father does not merely favor me… I am favored by the very core of the pack’s power… the women.’

Each refusal strengthens the system. And weakens the myth. “You’re dismantling your own legend,” I observe one evening as we review reports. She doesn’t look up. “I never wanted one.” Rowan snorts. “Too late for that.” Selene smiles faintly. “Legends make people passive.” “And frightened,” I add. “Yes,” she agrees. “Both are dangerous.” The Axis hums—quiet, content. This is the configuration I hoped for. Not power unleashed. Power distributed. Selene:

Generation after generation, from desperate fathers to lonely sons, there was one conclusion the men as a community had reached about the darkest time of their history, the so-called women's revolution. The current president, Hylas, was not only in agreement with this conclusion but also its biggest supporter and advocator. The manipulative nymphs had used tabooed witchcraft to brainwash their obedient mothers into following the witches out of their island, Men's Island, the women's revolution was a myth, and a lie cannot cover the ultimate truth just as a man's finger cannot cover the sun.