Mami Wata の小説・ストーリー

Look where that got me! I keyed into every little detail, no matter how meaningless, except the very one that mattered. My lover’s ambition. I shook my head, pushing the regrets aside to focus on the man before me. My expression went blank, giving space for the disgust to settle. All the while, I was cosy in my little dark world; species were advancing. Mutating? Because what the hell is this madness? Are wolves blood-crazed as we vampires that they seek to suck blood now? That wasn't the most surprising of it all. This fat girl who looked absolutely harmless and vulnerable in the mirror was not exempted from this madness.

He comes flying through the door, closes it softly and we start to read. ‘A Ma Vista also known in English as “with sight” is a creatures of the light. Created by a wizard four thousand years ago. They were created for the purpose of destroying all monsters and let the earth live in peace. A Ma Vista is immortal. The only things that can kill them are monsters. When a Ma Vista is born it has nightmares for a year, when the nightmares are over the day after a monster will kill their family. The monster is usually told to do so by their master.

He bent down to meet Nena’s level, “I’m Maya’s mate.” “You’re Ma’s what??” “Ma?” He was shocked yet again. I stood up and dusted my clothes, “Don’t mind her.” I looked at him. “Isn’t she supposed to be Maya’s little sister?” He asked. “Yes.” I placed my hand on Nena’s head again, “Ma is just Maya shortened.” Nena tugged on my pants and I looked at her. “What’s a mate?” “It’s a thing with werewolves only. A mate is like their life partner, just that they’re fated to be together.”

“I mean it’s not my fault. No one gave me any proper information so how was I supposed to know?” “So your prestigious university doesn’t teach some common sense? There was ‘mother’ in her name, you couldn’t use context to draw conclusions?” I waved him off. “Aiii, my king, come on you can’t use that argument. How could I use context when she literally also had Luna in her name.” “So?” “So, it's not a real thing. It’s only used in books—these werewolf books,” I leaned my head forward slightly, smirking at him. “Is your mother a werewolf? Are you?”

of the Moon Goddess called a mate bond. As my brother and I stood in the vast training hall of our pack, the scent of sweat and determination spread throughout the vicinity. The room echoed with the rhythmic clash of our training blades and the grunts of werewolves engaged in combat practice. I had my hair pulled back into a tight braid because of my brother. He’s a formidable sparring partner because he doesn’t hold back. Daniel swung his practice sword, but I skillfully parried his blows, my amber eyes focused and determined. We exchanged quick, calculated strikes; our movements were fluid and well-practiced.

I did have a mate but that was a blight on my life. I was about to turn 18 and take over as Beta. On our 18th birthdays Betas and Alphas are given a mate by the Moon Goddess. Other pack members have mates but they can come a little later as mates are within a few years of age of each other. Our mates are specifically picked by the Goddess for us based on our strengths and weaknesses and are usually within a certain physical proximity to each other, hence why most families do not move around much once they have kids until their children are mated.

The river of magma bubbled and surged, casting wild, dancing shadows across the domed ceiling. From the stone of the Flame Mother herself, a deep, resonant hum began to vibrate, echoing the exact frequency of the mating runes that Xander had painted on Aria’s skin by the lake. The air grew thick with a supernatural electricity, the raw, ancient magic of Moonrise recognizing its new mother.

Camila's life had not been very good, at her young age she had had to deal with many problems, money was always part of those problems, and now and for some months her mother's illness was driving her to the brink of madness. Mer, Camila's mother, was an orange-scented omega who is little by little was fading her light because of senile dementia. Needing a lot of care, very expensive care, the young omega did not know what to do at that moment. She felt at a dead end.

" Makaria shot back at the cluster of women surrounding her and her task at hand. She had rested only a short time last night, her two projects by the name of Warren and Pomelia keeping her up. Pomelia's emotions were strong last night. The young novice was petrified of being in such a new place with no guidance from her lug of a mate. Warren was walking on eggshells attempting to make his mate comfortable but Pomelia still wasn't. She worried all night and eventually ended up outside, her prayers and fears being spoken out into the wind and carried up to the goddess. Makaria felt for the mortal and did something that was neither wrong or right. A quick ball of light in the shape of a wolf s

"A supper hero hell-bent on getting her brother a mate." When I say this her once lighted up face crumbles into a small frown. She tilts her head. "What is a mate?" I stand on my feet with a sigh before I walk to her and help her get down from the bed. It's almost as if it squeaks happily at me. "A mate is something that most supernatural beings have. I wouldn't say that they are a thing, it's more like a person and this person is the other half of a supernatural being's soul."