Mami Wata Novels & Stories

As if my mother's superior can see my inner turmoil she starts to explain everything to me. "My wolf is still alive within me. I am not a human unlike you. When my mate died during a rogue attack I was devastated and heartbroken" I look at her and see that she is staring ahead of her as if she is reminiscing on those dark times in her life. "I was so lost and I ended up going wayward. It was the darkest moment of my life. My father-in-law Elder Odega tried his best with me. Gave me all the support and advice I needed but to me, the pain was too much. It reached the point where I was so close to submitting to death. However, as if my mate and God see the hell I am going through I was saved by

With determination kindled, she vowed to one day return it to him, when the opportune moment would grace their paths once more. Her father, sensing her turmoil, offers a reassuring perspective. "If he let you have it, it means he trusts and cares about you a lot." Astrid seizes the moment to seek clarity, her curiosity unabated. "May I ask, Dad, what does 'mate' mean?" Her father's gaze softens as he explains, "In the realm of the supernatural, a mate is a werewolf's beloved spouse, handpicked by the kind-hearted moon goddess herself as their everlasting soulmate."

She never knew she would be capable of this kind of wickedness. Sometimes she would get a feeling like she was not her real child, because which kind of parent did this? Even if they hated their child, this was so extreme. "Your mother is a cunt…so sorry for the curse word but she is," Mira said as she swore loudly, her eyes burning with rage it seemed as if she had no way to express it or show it. She was so angry that she looked like she wanted to walk up to Alicia's mother and just punch her in the face for being such a bad mom and a bitch to her daughter.

He patiently waits for a few seconds until the call finally connects. "And to whom do I owe this miracle, the moon goddess or someone else?" Maite mocks from the other side. "Have you finally remembered that I exist? Do you want to send someone from the other side, a powerful alpha?" That makes Ragnar growl. Maite is a renegade of the Claro de Luna pack, but she chose to be one for very personal reasons that Ragnar fully understood when he found out. He never lost sight of her anyway and they were always in contact. She ran away from her abusive father when she had just turned 16. She had been systematically abused by him since she was much younger, and one day she couldn't take it anymore a

"Gigi, I'm planning to get close to the Gray Wolf famiglia. Rosa told you with her dying breath that you're the real Ricci Principessa. I know you don't care about that. "You never complain to me, but that doesn't mean I'm not aware. You just wanted to see your birth parents from a distance, but the Ricci Soldati treated you like a threat and drove you off. "The rifle butt smashed into your back. You came back crying but didn't dare tell me..." Matteo cupped her face, violent intent surging in his eyes. "The Gray Wolf famiglia is the underground king of this city. Without power, you don't even have the right to approach them! That fake Principessa named Lucia stole what's yours, enjoying the

Cassian said. "If you leave," Torin muttered. "Torin." "What?" I ignored him. Then Gideon and Lena stepped properly into Caine. I finally got a good look at them. Lena was unmistakably Mara's mother. Long black hair, although silver threaded through it now. High cheekbones. Dark eyes. The same sharp structure around her mouth. And strangely, she reminded me of Maeve too. Not because blood connected them. It didn't. But there were similarities anyway. Black hair. Dark eyes. Certain expressions Maeve must have learned from living beneath the same roof for years. A cruel coincidence.

She said agitated. "You say one thing, but act on another. How many times will you decieved me witch?" "But..." "You told me before that Mira is going to be the mother of the most powerful being, and who is going to mate her on the night of the boodmoon eclipse will father this being. Then tell me why there are two of them? A rebelious hybrid vampiress whom I am unable to control and a hybid werewolf who doesn't akcnowledge me."

It is Dagar’s form, but merged with Lamashtu, claimed by her, moved by her, and he is no longer in control. I take a few steps back. I’ve failed. The Mother Witch drops to her knees. Her copies follow, heads bowed, their posture rigid with reverence. Malindra rushes to their side and mirrors them, kneeling just as quickly. Dagar—Lamashtu—closes her eyes and runs her hands over the body she’s taken. She draws in a long breath, as if testing the scent of the form she now inhabits. She looks euphoric, almost entranced.

" I do not want money, I want Zuriel," " Well, he's not yours. Zuriel is my mate, and you must stop being delusional and snap back to your sanity!" I growl, angry and scared. I was scared not for my life but for my children. Halsey mentioned that hatchlings will protect themselves from attacks from poisons and magic, not crazy women bent on killing their mothers.

Magma erupts upward—sacred, pure kami fire, swallowing tendrils whole, cleansing corruption in waves of white-hot purification. The Matriarch rises from the palace ruins—colossal abomination, body a horrific fusion of corrupted shrine stone, twisted torii gates, and pulsing void flesh. Maw a massive corrupted gate ringed with teeth of shattered sacred wood. Eyes like black suns—pulling light itself. Gravity warps sudden and violent—pulling us down hard, armor groaning. *Debuff: Kami-Devourer Pull – Movement ninety percent Down* *Additional Effect: Mana Drain Active*