Mami Wata Origin Novelas e Histórias

She wore a deep emerald gown that hugged her curves and shimmered beneath the moonlight. Together, they faced each other, lips moving with vows I couldn’t hear. Leonidas explained the meaning of the ceremony. He said it was more than just a tradition, it was a soul-binding ritual, ancient and irreversible. The moment vows were exchanged and blood was shared, their wolves would recognize each other in a way no one else ever could. He said it was like feeling someone else’s heartbeat in your chest, knowing that your survival meant nothing without theirs. He also told me how mates were found.

The women are laughing their asses off at what just happened. “Right now, I am going to give you the condensed version. Our mother Aphrodite, your moon goddess, was kidnapped by a small group of assholes that wanted to dethrone the gods. They in lesser terms artificially inseminated her, with the use of magic, creating us. Those pieces of shit had somehow obtained DNA from all the gods and mixed them together. Unknown to them, Dimitrios and Michalis, our mothers first two creations, Lycans, found out and between the two of them obtained DNA from every known fucking supernatural in every damn realm and mixed it in with the DNA of the Gods. Many of those supernatural species no longer exist.”

A great sense of unease filled the room and caused the hearts of the Elders to grow cold. “From what we were able to gather, it was this woman who actually killed Ancestor Origin. The boy dealt with the god while she handled Ancestor Origin.” Magma abandoned Elder Miriam’s chin and returned to his seat. His words were thunderous, and they established the thoughts of every Elder in the room. This woman – whoever she was – was on par with an Ancestor who was rumored to be as powerful as the Barbarian Primogenitor!

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.

I hated it. From the very beginning, I knew I would not be falling for this sham. When I was younger, my mother would tell me how mates make each other stronger and how mates complete each other. She believes that without mates, werewolves are just as good as humans – powerless and mediocre. She would tell me how there is not one failed mate story on the face of the earth. I believe it is because the members of this community fulfill the ritual for religious purposes. I believe mates get used to each other, rather than truly falling in love. But of course, I never debated with my mother about this. Her beliefs when it comes to the blessings of the Goddess are pretty strong.

The Rogue P.O.V Being like this sucks! Living off of scraps sucks! Being in a world without My Mate, Lily sucks! I wasn't always a Rogue. I was born an Omega in a Pack of 500 strong & proud Wolves. The Rheinlander Pack is located in Northern Wisconsin. My father is German and my mother is Hawaiian. They met when my father accompanied the former Alpha on a business trip to Maui, as one of his personal Omegas. Also, my Mother's best friend was Fated to another Omega of the Alphas. She’s the mother of my Mate.

But Tia Mel refused and went up against Sybl when she tried to summon a demon. My mama was the product of Sybl’s experiments to create an army of powerful witches. Mama was carried by a surrogate, my Abuelita who’d helped raise me, and was the product of Sybl’s eggs and a random sperm donor. However, the balance demanded an Earth Witch, always the first born daughter of a first born daughter, in the next generation of the bloodline. Tia Mel only had sons. Magic always found a way to keep the balance. And that balance was found in me But I never asked for this. I didn’t want to be in charge of a coven of witches. I wanted to be normal. I did not want to use magic and went out of my way to avo

“What you’re saying is… my mother was born through your crazy experiment. And the only reason you didn’t kill her… is because her life is linked to yours?” He chuckled, the sound brittle but smug. “Ah. Finally, you’re listening.” I slammed the butt of my gun into his jaw. His head snapped sideways, blood splattering across the cold steel floor. “I said talk,” I growled. “Explain. Everything.” He groaned, coughed, then smiled again his teeth red. “Your mother was my masterpiece. Project EVE. Designed, not born. Her DNA was reconstructed from the strongest hybrid sequences I collected wolf, vampire, and human. She was never meant to live as one of them. She was meant to lead them. Control them

Philip said, "This creatures originated as a mass army of undead people, who could not find peace in death, and who died unjustly, but when Laila, the queen mother of the witches created the mobito-e woodblock print, Laila the Witch and the Skeleton King, they formed the undead army as one skeleton." Philip said, remembering what happened, as if it had happened yesterday, the events of that day was still fresh on his head. But Sharriah, she seemed quite confused.

“She could be something else. You know, like your mate?” “Bullshit!” Shock rippled through me. I shook my head like it would shake off the thought. “There are no bonds anymore. Mates are gone. The last mate bond occurred centuries ago. It’s just a myth. This… this is a fluke. The magic of bonds weakened over the centuries. Moon goddess is angry with us.” It was said that one of our ancestors had massacred the mates of all the wolves he knew because his mate cheated on him. After that the goddess cursed us all. The story could be a myth, but the reality was that we didn’t have mates.