Mami Wata Daughters Novels & Stories

Even the heavy gloom that had weighed on me since returning home suddenly lifted, replaced by a strange sense of clarity. Mira whooped from the other end of the line. "Yesss! Elowen, you finally figured it out! Your mom doesn’t love you at all. What kind of mother treats her own child like that? "She’s been using you as a blood bag for her and that little brat Suri, draining you dry to support their happy life! "You’re the only idiot who toiled like an ox for them all these years. If you didn’t wake up now, I’d stop being your friend!"

Heather is her daughter and she is extremely cruel, like her father. Melissa and my mother Amanda are the best of friends. Rumor had it that when they were younger, they both hoped to be my father’s mate. Melissa stood as my mother’s Maid of Honor and was in the room for the birth of my sister. Both were pregnant at the same time, my mother with me and my brother and Melissa was pregnant with Heather. Although my mother is the Luna and does not normally attend births of the pack she was by Melissa’s side when Heather was born, just four days before I was.

Alexandra began replicating her lover's actions against her own daughter's face, making her moans grow louder as well. Both girls heard their mothers' moans and knew they were both about to orgasm. The submissive daughters then became frenzied in the desire to please their mothers. Both older women shook under their daughters' assaults on their pussies. The mothers moaned louder and grabbed their daughters' heads to keep their pretty faces pressed into their mothers' needy pussies. Feeling their pleasure intensify, both women found it difficult to remain standing and had to grab their bed with one hand fur support.

Ada Smith is the daughter of Beta David Smith of the Crescent Moon pack. Her life has always been filled with misery and abuse. Ada’s father David was cruel and uncaring while her mother Anne was bitter and angry. It was because Ada didn't have a wolf and she was considered weak and useless. What was her purpose if she couldn't shift and contribute to the pack? To everyone she was just a burden and the only thing she was good for was cooking and cleaning. So that’s who she was, a maid and an Omega, the lowest ranking member of the pack.

she continued. Miss Mata stands fiercely, ready to fight. Angrily stared at the dark tornado. “She is a Kala witch. Jheval, a soul thief and an eye eater. I cannot defeat her, she took my eyes before that’s how I died a century ago.” She says and Mike placed Helena’s puppies into their basket. “So, how old are you this year?” Rasmiah says which made Miss Mata groans and rolls her brown eyes.

I wouldn’t let them win. I took a deep breath and stepped out. The main hall was packed with wolves from all over the pack. Laughter and chatter filled the air, but it died down a bit when I walked in. Eyes followed me. Some looked hungry, others disgusted. I kept my head high. I was Harper Matias, daughter of the old Alpha, even if my own father treated me like trash.

"How many hours?" He shrugs. "No more than three." My lips part. "Three?" "Brigette, stop it," my mother says as she places my Dad's plate down in front of him. "You can see the Alpha's daughter again. You know how much she likes you." Our Alpha's daughter is fourteen. All she likes talking about is her first shift nearing and then being able to find her mate. I can't understand why she's waiting for such things already. Her first shift is two years away and her mate at least another four. However, she loves to talk to me about mates because I'm able to find mine. Every time I see her, she asks if I've found him.

“Tell me your name. Your full name. Before my mother turns you into a weapon against yourself.” She broke. I saw the exact moment the polished facade shattered. “Aria Hale. It’s Aria Hale.” Aria Hale. The name resonated. Simple. Beautiful. I now knew who she was: Lyra’s mother. The broken, beautiful, rejected omega who had somehow lit a fire inside the future Alpha that his fated mate could only warm. My mother's warning—don't trust omegas, they are naturally manipulative—screamed in my head. I felt a powerful, protective urge to pull Aria into my arms and hide her from the entire pack.

“Just go straight to checking why my Luna keeps transforming.” “I’m not bowing to you, Your Majesty. I’m bowing to the Mother Witch.” At first, her words made no sense. But then only Aldrich and I were here… so she was referring to me?! “Who is the Mother Witch?!” My eyes widened as I hit my chest hard, as if that would somehow deny the truth unfolding before me. “Me?!” “Yes, Your Highness,” she answered firmly. “You are the last surviving daughter of the Umbra Claw Pack, which the late king burned down. You have reclaimed the powers of your ancestors, and now you are here to destroy those who burned down your world.”