Mami Wata Novels & Stories

He answered and I rolled my eyes. "He does not even seem ecstatic about it at all." He said and we sighed. He must be scared to accept considering how our Luna died. "But he should for the pack." I added and they shook their heads. "You don't know how the mate bond works. I am very sure he will be fighting off every feelings of his to keep her in there. The mate bond is not just there. It is attraction. It is death." My father said while my mother nodded in agreement and I shook my head gently.

She wouldn't have minded becoming his mate. "I am to mate with the human Amanda Beckwith. She has been chosen by the Oracle and my ancestors to be my mate." "Who's this Oracle? Is she like a clan elder?" Lex launched into an explanation. "The Oracle is the oldest being on our planet. She has always been and always will be. When the females of our planet were killed by a deadly virus, she, along with the spirits of our ancestors-" Maya interrupted. "Wait a second. Did you say spirits?"

With the help of Mason, who was the right hand Man of my Father, he helped protect the pack against intruders. But then again, my mother, a seer and a wolf of unparalleled prowess, who stood at the heart of the tale. Her abilities, a potent blend of foresight and instinct, made her a beacon coveted by rogues who sought to harness her power for their own nefarious ends. In the heart of the forest that surrounded the pack, my mother could see things that others couldn't, like the future and dangers that were coming. When a big threat approached the pack, she became very important. She would warn my Father about the danger using the visions she had.

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.

They looked so young, too late teens at best. I feel Matt come up behind me, and he stops. I look over at him, and he's staring at one she-wolf. "Mate!" comes out of his mouth, and in an instant, he's trying to hold onto one of the she-wolves. She's screaming and confused, and she starts to cling to him. I can see the look in her eyes begin to clear. The mate-bond is helping clear her mind. I take a few steps toward them, and to my surprise, Matt growls at me. "Mine." This damn bond is making Matt possessive of his frightened mate. The person his mate fears is me. Oh boy. This is not going to be easy. "Inari, I'm taking over. We will need our Mother Luna aura." I take over from Inari.

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 air inside the inner sanctum did not taste of the Antarctic’s bite; it was heavy: wet: and smelled of ancient lightning and blooming lilies. The violet light pulsing from the walls was not a static glow but a rhythmic respiration: the very heartbeat of the world made visible. At the center of the chamber: suspended within a massive pillar of translucent obsidian: was the First Mother. She was a wolf of impossible proportions: her fur a shimmering white that held the depth of a thousand snows: her closed eyes promising a wisdom that predated the first stone. But she was not at peace. A web of black: pulsing vines: the "necrotic nervous system" of the First Void: had burrowed into her skin

he ordered the maid, "just pour it on the ground and covered her mouth. She's already disrupted my peace enough." As Marvins left, Aloha tried to crawl towards the maid, desperation evident in her eyes. "Wait! Can you please tell me what 'mate' means?" she pleaded. The maid, Ximena, looked down at her with a mixture of pity and caution. "A mate is a partner given by the moon goddess. It's a connection that runs deep among werewolves." Aloha's eyes widened as she began to grasp the implications. "So, I'm Alpha Ragnar's mate? But why doesn't he know? Your Alpha said she didn't know either."

Rage and disgust filled my body as I heard my hunter, my girl, claim to be mated to a wolf. “When my sister safe,” Mama replied, calm as rain. “Not a blink sooner.” The mages moved. The King matched them, eyes lost in Maria as if she were a prize. Mama sashayed to the porch edge and waved them off, all charm. “Y’all write if you need anyt’ing! I make coffee.” They stepped into the fog. Marie’s head turned toward us, slow, wrong, and a thin sound came out of her. Not breath. Not life. A laugh. Small and ugly. The hair on the back of my neck stood up as the mist swallowed them whole.

Diablo screaming to be set free. “I Alpha Nicholas Williams, hereby banish Gaia Williams, the Goddess of Hell and the Harbinger of Death, from The Dark Moon Pack. You, your mates and mongrel pup are to leave in the next hour and never return here. You don’t deserve to be a mate or a mother. You are nothing but a whore and are not my sister.”