Mami Wata Origin Novels & Stories

She stated and pointed to the door. "Mother, leave her alone." Mika whined and stood. I saw her mating necklace dangle from her neck. Odd. She hated the thing as much as I did. Supernatural babies were given these necklaces at birth by the Muses. Find the other half of the pendant hanging on the necklace and you find your mate. It was an outdated practice that didn't allow women to choose whom they wanted to love. Gay matings were rare and if you turned out to be part of the gay community but your mate wasn't, you were still expected to mate with them. Love them. Produce heirs, with them. Traumatic experiences like those drove many to turn rogue. Break their necklaces and live with the conse

Tate “Today is a special occasion! Today my son joins the ranks of young men who will participate in the mate hunt. When our young males go into the world in search of a mate. This tradition started when our ancestors realized changed females were stronger, faster and more fertile. However, it has been over a hundred years since an Omega has been found. A creature that will bring strength and fertility back to our pack. Now we send our sons out into the world in search of such a woman. May the moon goddess be with you all.”

,I blushed. "but moon goddess isn't that unheard up in our supernatural world?",Gemna sputters out. "no my child it isn't at all. Over one hundred years ago a werewolf and vampire were mates and the hybrid was created and was strong as hell",she giggles at her swear. "okay?",Gemma still looked worried.

"The cause of the plague wasn’t wrath from the Moon Goddess. It was from tampering. Dark magic. Someone weaponized it." I braced myself against the desk. "So... from the beginning, my family was part of it." "Not all of them," Mauve said gently. "Your father, you, your brother—you were pawns. Victims. The real orchestrators are still in the shadows." I stared at the documents. "Even the outbreak twenty years ago... That was part of this?" "Yes. My mother—or egg donor, as I prefer to call her—spent five years studying the roots of it. She never found the source. Because the source was embedded here. That might be the possible reason why she left me here. A token to block any kind of Dark magi

Every attempt to ask before had led nowhere. “Absalom’s creations were becoming increasingly uncontrollable,” she continues. “I knew the attacks could happen again, so I gave those humans a gift, something to help them protect themselves, only I didn’t know that gift would change them forever.” She smiles faintly, lost in memory. “I stayed with them for those two days. By then, they realized I wasn’t human and I realized what I’d done. They were stronger. Faster. They healed rapidly. And then they began to shift into wolves. That was the birth of the first werewolves,” Mother says. “And that is how I became Goddess not only of the Moon but of werewolves as well.”

“You have become my closest friend here, Amy. We may have best friend’s back home, but here you are, mine.” “I feel the same way.” I smiled and then shook my head. “I don’t know how much of my pack’s history you father knew, but I have to explain it.” She settled back and I could tell I had her full attention. “The first werewolf was made in the Agora. A patch of land that a witch held dear. Her son, her only child, was attacked by the local wolves. Their alpha had been killed by humans and they attacked the first one they saw. The witch found her boy and called on her goddess, the three faced goddess, and begged for his life. But it was the Moon Goddess who gave him back to her. Changed. He

I could feel Ryan’s uneasiness and was waiting for what he was about to say. “As if I am going to let you do that.” “Yeah, just like my stupid alpha brother here,” Keisha replied. “Just who exactly is she that you are willing to suffer like this, Kaiser?” “She’s not from here.” I replied, “And she hasn’t felt the mate bond.” “How come? You knew she was yours; is she still young?” she continued asking. “No. It's just that, in her world, they could only find their mate during the blue moon.” Misch answered.

(Leave me you monsters) "Purua ahau ki tēnei wā don't" (Put me down right now) an uproar reached us before I saw two warriors bringing my mate dangling and withering between them. The sight made me growl. Jia soon followed behind. I questioned her with my eyes, to which she shrugged. This is going to be very difficult. I told Nat to record her sound, so we could fetch the language through the internet and then help us translate. I motioned those warriors to place Aroha on a chair in front of the scanner. They were having a difficult time doing so. My mate was not ready to comply.

I am mateless! Yes. Clear as crystal. I am mateless. This is the fate of a shaman like me. For generic witches around New Orleans, I am different from them. Because my ways stemmed from the Asian Culture of werewolves. And shamans are not allowed to have mates. I am called Solus Lupus. After the plans were laid out, the three of us got back into our original positions as though nothing had ever happened. When the hoodlums came back, we were back into our fake scared-y faces.

Damaro said, “The Shadow Maws were the first species of our kind. We were here before the Lycans and before the werewolves. Moon Goddess used to come sit with our species and have meals at our table with us. Those days were much simpler. She saw we were lonely with no other species to interact with and she created the Lycans. They were not as powerful as us, but they had strength. It took a great amount of effort to rid our world of them, and even then, they were not all eliminated. But their numbers were so small, the remaining few died off.” “If the Moon Goddess saw them as trouble, why didn’t she eliminate them?” I asked. “Could you eliminate your own child?” He retorted. No. I couldn’t.