Adult Mamwha Novels & Stories

she was remained a mystery but we knew she was by far the oldest council member. Being immortal, us wolves could live indefinitely barring devastating injuries or the even rarer illness. Most physical aging slowed after the age of thirty and even the oldest among us barely looked a day past forty. Alma was no exception. Despite her age, she was a truly stunning she-wolf, tall and lean with sheets of platinum hair hanging well past her waist and the most entrancing silver-gray eyes.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

And even I was eager to hear the answer. "It's not a joke. Refrain from using such words in my class. Anyways, it was the death wolf's power. To absorb souls of weak girls to get more power. Some even say, that it absorbed souls of more than a thousand girls in it's lifetime." Can it be? That my mom was one of these girls? But Mrs Fernandes said rejected. I am sure Dad would have never rejected mom. Then why was she near the tree. "Mrs Fernandes? Where is this tree located? Like if this story is true ....it must be somewhere?"

and I am bitten again, these dogs just can't run slower apparently. I push myself for another mile, but the night's events are catching up to me, the dark starts blurring my vision and the world begins to fade. I shake my head, not wanting to pass out in the middle of nowhere, but my body finally gives up. Just before I black out, I feel myself shifting back to a human form and then everything goes dark. *****

Unlike humans and the beastfolk who mature early because of the shorter lives, the other races that have purer types of energy within their bodies live longer and thus mature later. “I’ll try to look into this after breakfast and will talk to you more when you return by lunch,” Amanda continued as she watched over the Harpy who was cleaning up their makeshift table. “Yes,” the Harpy replied as she finished, “Mama also said help me when Pretty Human asks questions,” “You mean your mother?” Amanda asked, wondering why she never heard of a mother until now. “No, mama is not mother,” the Harpy explained as best as she can, “Mama is horse lady cooking food, she cooks food for Pretty Human too. Us

Unique skill- No longer consumes spiritual energy after summoned. Lord Ira>> Whale Wind 'S class' [ Megalodon shape familiar with huge fins that enables it to fly. Air and water mobility. High agility in both air and water. Rare S class type. Water manipulation and super aggressive combat familiar with 87% Physical attack strength, 35% physical and spell immunity with 60% evasive ability. Unique Skill- 100% Immunity physical attack while in water.]

“So, how does that work? Doc and Adam can see all our auras. I can see only Ghost’s.” “As Alpha of a pack, I am bestowed the gift. As your father, I can see the details that others with the gift cannot. Mates can see each other. I’m unsure if this witch will be able to see the stripes. You’ll probably be able to see auras when your training is complete.” “Your father saw your stripes?” My father smirked at my question. “Mine is worse than a zebra’s. He didn’t approve. He and my mother live a quiet life on the coast of Maine.” He watched me for a few minutes. “They would be thrilled to meet you.”

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

He defended. "Yeah, and so do ninety-year-olds." I retorted. Alex scoffed and leaned down to whisper in my ear. "I may not be a ninety-year-old, but I sure do like older guys." He whispered lowly into my ear before dragging the tip of his tongue along the outline of my ear.

Uncle Maven brightens hearing her request and nods towards the door as he says, “Let’s do it.” Uncle Maven, Aunt Amelia, and Magnolia all rush outside while Cora, Charlie, and I watch from the porch. Uncle Maven shifts first, then Aunt Amelia and her wolf is larger than his. It’s unusual because Uncle Maven being an Alpha, should have the largest wolf, but Aunt Amelia is a guardian wolf… so it makes sense that hers is bigger than his.