Mami Wata Daughters Novels & Stories

"This is how we grew up. When you're a cool kid, you get two moms, and you gotta learn to be specific." He leaned against the counter. "We had a system. Katherine was 'Witch Mom' because she did all the magic stuff. Lauren was 'Wolf Mom' because, well, obvious reasons." He looked at Onika, then at Annie. "So in your case... Onika's clearly Wolf Mom. Easy. But Annie?" He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Immortal Mom? Fire Mom? Ember Mom? They all sound kinda weird, not gonna lie." Annie shot him a look. "Yeah, whatever."

"Diana was the mother of our tribe, Troy. She gave birth to four daughters on the land in which we stand, and those daughters started our pack, their children carving this kingdom out of stone." "What does this have to do with Maeve?" I hissed, growing impatient. I looked down at Myla, taking her by the shoulder to face me, "What happened last night?" Myla swallowed, opening her mouth to speak. "My mother. Something is going to happen to her." Maeve's voice cut through the air, and we all turned to her. Her eyes were barely open, her mouth slightly ajar as she took a breath. "I saw two wolves, two white wolves. I could feel…I sensed one was Maeve. She was…" Myla stuttered.

"Who are you, young girl? Something about you seems so familiar." "I am Amaya Ricci, Alpha of Blood Moon Pack and Queen of Werewolves Realm! And this is my Mate Oren Wood." "Ricci?! Are you the daughter of Giovanni and Talia Ricci?!" She asks with wide eyes. "Do you know my parents?" "Of course I do! I was part of your father's pack. But then I find my Mate, here, in this cursed pack, and here I am. Like most of us!" 'So this might be the reason for which Anna was rejected. Anthony didn't want her to be put in a cell.' I thought, feeling the anger growing.

"Show them." Marcus moved to the display screen, connecting my phone. Images appeared: my mother's journal pages, documented deaths of seventh-generation Daughters over two centuries, a paper trail of payments from Council accounts to a witch named Morgana Blackthorn. "You've been systematically eliminating Selene's Daughters for two hundred years," I said. "Every seventh generation, right before their twenty-fifth birthday, dies in convenient accidents. Except I didn't die." "Luna Sera, these documents could be fabricated…" Council Member Torres began.

“Mia, you need to meet our grandfather Damaro and our uncle Valeno. I said. Then I looked at Dr. Higslee, “They are both Shadow Maw wolves. “My word! Are you serious? What wonderful news!” Dr. Higslee said with his eyes completely lit up from the news. “Yes.” I said and then I turned to Mia, “It turns out, our mother is from the Obscure Maw pack and our grandfather was the Alpha there. I think Tio Valeno is the alpha now.” “Wait…so we are granddaughters to an alpha?” She asked. I responded, “Wild, right?” “Yes. Wild.” She said and thought pensively. “How are you a Shadow Maw, but I’m not?” She asked.

Mom tells me, and we hug again. “I will go to town today, find a dress for the moon ball. So I have it done.” I tell her. “You be safe, okay?” She always worries when I leave the pack. “I will, I promise,” I promise, I tell her before I leave the house. - My name is Ayla, and I am twenty years old. I live in the supernatural world with werewolves. My Dad, Thomas, is the Beta, the Alpha’s right hand, the second in command. My Mom was the same when Luna was still alive. Now she works together with the Gamma's mate and plans all the official events when the Alpha needs them to. William is their Son, and he is next in line, first Beta. He never liked me and always told me I didn’t belong here.

. When I woke up, I was chained to a f*cking wall, and I looked up to see my daughter inside a cage. She was screaming, and I saw what I thought was a man standing behind her. When I got a closer look, I saw the creature wasn’t a man. He looked like a half-man, half-tarantula. He was an ugly motherf*cker. I saw this bald woman in a black dress walk into the room and she told her men to hold me down. She told me to say goodbye to Brittany and then she made me watch this Boneseeker man eat my little girl. She tricked me and told me that if I signed this contract, she would spare Brittany’s life, but I was signing a contract to have my baby sacrificed. I told my daughter that I loved her, but I

I see my once beautiful land filled with weeds and rocks. That night, I still remember it as if it had happened yesterday, the wounds are still fresh, even the pain. That was the night when our pack alpha's daughter, aunt Mia, went into labor. Everyone around was very happy and excited, waiting for the next heir. And then she was born, the destructor, she consumed the whole pack. She turned half of the pack into ashes.

Bryan’s remark annoyed me to no end. I was wrong about him. He hit on Mom, and it was not recent, either. Mom pushed me to the ground, the broken shard on the floor piercing into my back. An excruciating pain washed over me. Without looking at me, Mom cupped Bryan’s face between her hands. “Does it hurt, Bryan? Let me blow the pain away.” They made me sick to my stomach. Despite her years on earth, Mom lost all reason and turned against me, her daughter, for a man.

The darkness that had consumed their mother now flowed through the veins of her daughters like poison. Sophia and Aurora no longer pretended to resist. The studio had become their church, the red lights their altar. Tonight’s stream was titled “Daughters of the Abyss.” Over 5.7 million viewers watched as the two sisters were dragged in on all fours, leashed and collared like the broken animals they had become.