Mami Wata Novels & Stories

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.

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.

The houses here were not as big as the ones in the city, no, the ones here were generally cottages, cabins, and a few vintage homes, with just one public college which I attended, one high school which Ama attended, one hospital where Nana worked as a nurse part-timely and a lot of other 'ones'. I looked back at Nana to see her gaze already on me. "Akira, do you know what a mate means?" I slowly shook my head. "Every human has a mate. Even supernatural creatures such as Lycans and werewolves all have destined mates, chosen for them by the moon goddess. A mate feels every flicker of emotion running through their other half and they will always want to be close to their mate." I nodded my head

" 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."

“Listen Amelia and please understand that it is also very difficult for me to give you this information about yourself all at once.” “Your mother is the last full-blooded witch that had not been killed by the Red moon pack. She is the mate of a wolf and it never happened before. A wolf and a witch being mates are close to impossible. But the moon Goddess just made everything possible. That’s why you are special. You are a hybrid and that made you so powerful. They are afraid of you Amelia. The prophecy is for you to kill the alpha of the Red moon pack. That is the reason why Dimitri tries to kill you first.” I shook my head violently.

The mate bond does that to you. "What if he is our Mate" Ara says, blushing. "Stop it Ara, Omegas don't get Warrior Mates, and even if they do, they get rejected" I told her. "Ok now Jia sleep" Ara scolded me. "Good night Ara, love you" "Love you too girl"