Mami Wata Meaning Novels & Stories

she spat the last part at Mami This time the prince push Mami behind him and stood in front of Umma Magajiya his eyes soft as he said "well that's never going to happen, so stop dreaming. And tell Farida to find some new tricks am getting bored of the old ones" She watched him with annoyed expression then turn and storm out with her maids hot on her trails "Am glad nothing happens" Mami said coming from behind him as she hugged him. "Mami" he called jokily "don't you trust your boy anymore" "Of course i do" she said breaking the hug, cupping his face with her hands "is the witches of west that I don't trust, they are women even satan is afraid of them". I stares at them in awe they look love

Maybe why yours seem a bit complicated, is because you are to be with three different women, with different views about life, different lifestyle, different belief and all, but just like you have said, I believe there is a reason for everything, for the moon goddess is never wrong. I am even lucky, that I am mated to a man, there are wolves, who are not lucky enough to have anyone. Those ones are seen as cursed wolves. They used them as sacrifice to the cold hands of death, when there is need for any form of sacrifice to be offered, which is why, many of them end up being prostitutes, or meeting with other supernaturals, like vampires, witches, demons you name it.

Jamie felt like face-palming himself, Abiagan had gotten wind of the concept of mates just from spending time with the little girl… only God knows what else he had learnt from their so called books session. Actually… Abiagan…. Mates, it's not that simple. It's a sacred and big word for us werewolves, and shouldn't be said anyhow.” Jamie saw the light dim in the boy's eyes, "I am not saying i don't like it… but to avoid attention, only call me that when we are alone.” Jamie hurriedly replied. “Owww…” Abiagan eyes widened in realization, before a smile plastered his face. “Mates”

She couldn’t figure out what her child meant. “The game is over now because you saved me and Daddy. You played an interactive video game called Gunmetal Mama.” Omar giggled. The little boy placed his hand against his mother’s face and he caressed his mom’s cheek while watching the smile fade away from her lips. When Omar caressed his mother’s face, that’s when his body disintegrated in her arms. “Baby!!” Amy screamed out to her son after his body crumbled in her arms. She choked on her breath.

He wipes the rain and torment from his face, then he says things plain and simple, "I don't want you having children." The only thing I can manage to say is, "Ever?" The rain does not lighten and neither do our words. We spiral, falling victim to the dramatics of our surroundings and the intensity of our hearts. "I see what it does to the other Lunas. The alpha children—they drain you. They aren't fit for people who aren't of the blood themselves. I saw it happen to my mother when she kept trying; it's brutal. It isn't right. "Women like Luna Papadopoulos—she comes from the bloodline. Her father was an Alpha. That's how she survived so many children."

My heart began to pound faster as I stared at Mama wide eyed. “You might have heard rumors of what Emeres are? They are spirit children, immortals that chose to be born as children into mortal families again and again. But that is not where I am going.” Mama sat up straight on the couch, pushing the bottom fold of her wrapper between her thighs. “What do you know of witches?” “Wi- witches?” I stuttered. “Nothing.” Mama smiled. “But you called them that day and they came to you.”

She wore a deep emerald gown that hugged her curves and shimmered beneath the moonlight. Together, they faced each other, lips moving with vows I couldn’t hear. Leonidas explained the meaning of the ceremony. He said it was more than just a tradition, it was a soul-binding ritual, ancient and irreversible. The moment vows were exchanged and blood was shared, their wolves would recognize each other in a way no one else ever could. He said it was like feeling someone else’s heartbeat in your chest, knowing that your survival meant nothing without theirs. He also told me how mates were found.

Her voice was a symphony of pure enchantment, a melodic whisper that could charm the gods themselves. “Mate? What's that?” I asked again, still walking closer to her. She never left where she was, and I never got closer to her. “Mate is referred to as a predestined, supernatural bond between two individuals. They are soulmates. And mate bond is a fated union, chosen by me to identify who your mate is. It's marked by a strong, irresistible attraction between the two mates.” Her tone was soothing, calming, and uplifting all at once, like a gentle summer breeze.

* * * Max’s POV * * * “What do you mean my mate was here?” I ask him, feeling dumbfounded. Is that what this feeling is? “What were you taught about mates, before you were sent to the nights’ watch?” Damian asks me. “Probably the same as any nine-year-old wolf, I guess. That a mate is a gift from the Moon Goddess, it is fated. That they complete you and when you meet them, it’s no longer gravity holding you to the earth, it’s them”, I answer him.

A blush crept to her cheeks instantly, and she looked away, pretending to focus on drying his hair. Kaliya took a quiet breath, remembering the “mate” thing. The question had been sitting on her chest and so, she found the courage to ask. “You said I was your mate… earlier.” Her voice was quiet and hesitant. “What does that mean?” Levi stilled slightly under her touch. His gaze lifted to meet hers in the mirror. “Mates,” he said slowly, “is something common with werewolves. It’s… more than just love.” He turned his face a little, watching her reaction. “A mate is your soulmate, your life partner. Someone you're destined to be with forever.”