Aphmau Characters Novels & Stories

“What can you do? Are you a shaman? A witch?” “No,” Ama says, tipping her head to the side, but not like she’s curious. She doesn’t look interested or sad or scared Mama will die. Her expression isn’t anything. “But I know a healer. She can help your mother.” “Why would you do that for me?” I ask, my eyes narrowing with suspicion. “Are you a panther? One of yours just did this to us, so why are you offering to help?” She huffs out a breath. “I’m a wolf.”

She was giving part of her powers to Carina, she was sure she would need it. "I'll be back, Carina" she smiled and vanished immediately. ~~~~~~~ Ama appeared at the gate of a huge palace. Not far from where she was, she saw a girl bending down and playing with her doll. She has no idea who the girl is but the girl resembled someone from her mother's memories. Her father's lover. She walked through the gate, with none of the guards seeing her. She stood in front of the girl with a sad smile on her face.

“F-Feriha Maam told. They were going for a c-charity din…” Without hearing her complete response, Amaan marched towards his destination. While he was troubled by what he did that night, Asmaira still did what he threatened her not to. While he rotted in guilt that he did wrong to her, she, like the shameless woman he came to know, was still hovering around his son and eventually succeeded in hurting him.

Then, she thrashes the molded liquid to the struggling humans, killing off the fire fully, and rendering them safe from completely being burnt. "Liza!" cries the three kids as they run to their eldest friend's rescue. She has become weak, evident from the shaky knees battling to stay still. Amira rushes over but a warm grip holds her still. As she turns to see who it is, she gets in contact with a familiar man. 'Gowes?' she utters in her head. He looks like the man from whom they borrow horses when they're on their way to Vormundham. Yet, this man looks as if the old on him has just disappeared.

Mama says from behind. "I am here." Anhuphama replies coming inside the mansion along with Bianca and Samuel making the dogs run straight to her. She kneels down and hug them, kiss them while tears fall from her eyes. Our daughter also goes near her mother and raise her hands to be picked up which Anhuphama does immediately. "Are you alright?" I ask Anhuphama after she puts down our daughter. "I am okay and that's why I have asked Samuel to come here as soon as I gained consciousness." She replies making me sigh in relief.

she says as tears fill her eyes. The first one looks at me with wide eyes and stammering, "You're the Dhamphir? There's another one? How? When?" "Tsk tsk tsk," Anita says shaking her head holding his chin in her hand, forcing him to look at her. "You're never going to get those answers." She grips him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him to his feet before singing her fangs in his neck. I grab the other one who seemed too stunned to move and drain him in seconds. I feel my strength restore and sigh with relief.

She silently prayed no one would see them in the hallway. “The Amara I know is brave, doesn’t care about anything, and above all, if she acts spoiled or philosophical, it’s annoying but that’s also why I like you.” Dug… Dug… Dug…

( A love triangle) My characters A) Boma Hart - the protagonist B) Scott Lakewood- the protagonist C) Brandon William- villain D) yulan drew- villain E) Miriam Lakewood- villian F) Adam Lakewood- protagonist G) Sophia William- protagonist ( Brandon's mom) H) Damien William- protagonist ( Brandon's father) I) Annie Maria Jose William - antagonist to a protagonist ( Brandon's younger sister). J) June hart - antagonist ( boma's mom). K) Anderson hart - protagonist ( boma's father)

Because all I could think of were the what if’s. I stood on shaky legs, wiping my mouth on the sleeve of the scrubs I still wore and let Able pull me into him, his arms wrapping around my shoulders and my head reasting against the bare skin of his muscled chest. “You did amazingly Amara. Mum spent a full ten minutes bragging about how you jumped into helping doc. About how many pack member you’ve helped. I’m so sorry that this is the introduction you’ve had to the pack, but I’m damn proud of you. You’re gonna be an amazing Luna.” He stated and I let the words wash over me, even as the dread continued to churn in my stomach.

Her tears slipped free, but his certainty wrapped around her like armor. Through it all, Noah remained the quiet center of Amara’s universe. His laughter, his questions, his innocence reminded her of what she was fighting for. One evening, he crawled onto her lap, holding up a crayon drawing. It showed a tall man (Luca), a woman with curly hair (Amara), and a boy with a bright sun above his head (himself). “We’re superheroes,” he said proudly. “You and Luca fight the bad guy, and I’m the one who makes sure you don’t forget to smile.”