Mami Wata Stories Novels & Stories

Somehow it felt like I had heard about them before. Maybe I had, maybe mom had told me stories she made up about them. “Cora?” Keiran touched my hand. I glanced at him. “It sounds familiar,” I told them. “I think Mom might have told me stories about them, but I can’t remember.” “Demetrius told me about the wolves who lived in the mountain with golden fur and females that had more than one mate.” Keiran paused. “Mates are either blood brothers or chosen family. It makes sense that the three of us are your mates. I’m trying not to think too much about this other than trying to make sense of how this is going to work and if it will work.”

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.”

my mom says, forcing a smile, but she has tears in her eyes. “Maybe this one we’ll actually get to see,” my father mutters, and I hear the pain of being cut out of my sisters’ lives in his voice. “It’s just… what about your mate?” my mom asks me. “Most women who get pregnant before they meet their mate are never blessed to meet him. They end up mateless, sometimes even wolfless, as a punishment from the Moon Goddess for not obeying her wishes.” I can feel tears in my own eyes as well. I have so many questions I want to ask them about Maatua and me being in that pool and coming back to life, but instead, we are discussing whether or not I’ve disappointed the Moon Goddess.

I mumbled, keeping my head down, doing my best to disappear into the task. The clink of a bottle and the creak of his chair told me he had lost interest, his attention now on the drink in his hand. I exhaled, relief flooding me as I turned my focus to the cleaning, wiping away the tears that threatened to fall. I worked silently, but my thoughts were far from the dirty dishes and cluttered counters. Instead, they lingered on the stories of mates I’d heard growing up—how every werewolf had someone out there destined for them. Someone who would love and protect them. My parents used to tell me those stories before they were taken from me before this became my life.

I lied, lowering my head, and my mother came over to meet me. “Mia, you can have more than one mate, but in most cases, we do have one mate. But I know of a woman who has two mates, and some do date three men at a time. They call them their mates, and they understand and don’t get jealous. They love the woman, treat her equally, and also mate with her. It’s a reverse harem stuff. But why are you asking me about that? If it’s not about Triple L, then who is it about?” Mom’s eyes curiously peered into mine, and I sighed. “I am just asking, as I was researching about werewolves last night, and I found out that it’s possible for a wolf to have more than one husband and several pups,” I said, loo

I repeat, tasting the word on my tongue. "We are monsters, aren't we?" Nicodra asks deviously. "Yes, we sleep in beds and bathe in showers, eat with forks and knives—cooked foods—but we're beasts. I had heard that a woman of your pack killed her mate. Bizarre, isn't it?" "Tragic, I think," I answer. "I can't lie, it's been on my mind. Horrible, terrible thing." David says, "We're choosing to move on from the incident."

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 turned to Oni. Tell him about the Mother building a world in the Underground for herself and her spirit friends. Oni turned to Alexis, who sat on the cocktail table facing us. She told the story like a village storyteller, giving it life as each series of events occurred. Alexis nodded. "I have seen these things. They are part of my memories of the Mother." I looked at Oni. But these aren't memories that other Neratomay have? Like Ran, like I didn't have?

I barely knew how she did what she did myself, but something told me it had something to do with the copious amounts of her blood I could smell on her. "That wasn't natural, Sol," Serin said softly. I knew he was trying not to anger me. He didn't want to insult Mia, but his confusion was understandable. "Don't you remember the old stories?" "The old stories?" Sarah asked as she looked up at both of us. "Fictional stories," I stressed to both of them. "Bedtime stories our mothers would tell us." "They were cautionary tales, Sol, of half-bloods who could wipe out entire villages and kingdoms if they chose to."

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.