Mami Wata Novels & Stories

I can't unknow what I know, can't pretend I didn't hear what I heard and can't ignore that Knox called me his mate and that somehow, impossibly, that word means something. “Then help me understand it,” I say, my voice breaking. “Please, Maya. I'm so confused and scared and I don't know what any of this means. Just… tell me what a mate is. Tell me something that makes sense.” Maya's expression softens. She reaches for my hand, squeezing gently. “The mate bond is sacred in our world,” she says quietly. “It's how the Moon Goddess— the deity werewolves believe in— connects two souls. Two people who are meant to be together.”

So in answer to my mom’s question, I told her all she needed to know. “Madre, she’s my mate and you cannot blame me, but the moon goddess. I realised the very first day I returned and you won’t hold any grudges against Mia because she’d been against this but I can’t let her go. You know this, Mi Amore,” I said in a calm voice, staring my mom in the eyes.

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.”

Surely the moon goddess would have ingrained that in fine print during our creation: can not kill soulmate. I sit on my bed—something that hasn't been used like it used to—and I fall deeper into the hole that's been forming in my gut since the very moment she ripped out his throat. The factor that makes us live as we do is the balance inside of us. The animalistic nature of the wolf is tamed by the human, but that woman was anything but tame. The human body has always overpowered the wolf mentally, yet she refuses to shift. Can she? Is refusing, or is she unable?

“These are registration marks from the days of your father, Allha. When the system was completely pen and paper. You know I think by this time, there were still healers and Mages operating freely because there’s a slot that shows powers. Most of these white wolves were either healers or mages. Damon’s eyes narrowed. “Are you saying there’s a possibility that at some point, Mara’s mother may have been a mage. And my father had them all outlawed.” Ryan nodded grimly. “Which might explain why the list was not taken care of at all.” I stepped closer, most of the names I couldn’t even read but the same name called to me. My throat tightened. Kira stirred again. “Our mother smells of sunlight and

Mirage's P.O.V "Why?" I screamed, my voice scrubbed raw as I looked at the woman I was a splitting image of. "Why do I have to follow you around all this time? Why can't I just…stop! I'm fed up of all this, mom! I just want this to end!" Maya Alejandro, former beta to the Dark Water pack, a powerful wolf who had lost everything in the name of love, and the woman who was my mother…slapped me across the face.

she continued. Miss Mata stands fiercely, ready to fight. Angrily stared at the dark tornado. “She is a Kala witch. Jheval, a soul thief and an eye eater. I cannot defeat her, she took my eyes before that’s how I died a century ago.” She says and Mike placed Helena’s puppies into their basket. “So, how old are you this year?” Rasmiah says which made Miss Mata groans and rolls her brown eyes.

That is where my brother's engagement is going to be held here. It is late in the night: past midnight, but I haven't been able to get a tiny bit of sleep. I feel very alive. I walk into the woods and remove all my clothes. The moon is shining brightly in the sky so the woods aren't that dark. I am transformed into my wolf which surfaces with a howl. My wolf is a big silver-grey wolf with a pure white tail and face. That is what my mother's wolf looked like. She was killed in a pack war five years ago, but all the memories we created together are still fresh in my mind.

Crista smiled and stepped closer. Katrina nodded, reaching up to touch my face. Why can’t I feel that? I don’t even smell her. I should be able to smell her. This has to be a trick. That damn witch is messing with me. That fucking bitch, I’m tired of her games. “He has a bit more color than yesterday. It’s slow, but he’s coming back. Alexander, Zio Damon, and André swear that the mate bond can bring someone back. And that it can be done even if the pair aren’t marked and fully mated.” Katrina sighed. This was surreal to hear and see Katrina but only through the mirror. I still don’t believe what I’m seeing.

“I know I am a terrible daughter for sleeping in when my sole purpose to stay here was to look after you all. Where is Mia? She should have woken me up.” “Dear,” Mom began in a relaxed voice, taking the spoon back from me. “I am completely healthy now. My body was attacked by witchcraft, not an ailment. Witchcraft is a unique kind of wildfire. It spreads quickly and burns anything that comes in contact with it. However, once extinguished, its victims flourish again instantly. The damage is not permanent.” “Mom!” I complained. How could she take a near-death experience so lightly?