Romans & histoires Mami Wata Stories

Unlike Kaiser, we can investigate without fear of discovery because humans are aware of the existence of supernatural beings. Milka and I are on our way to the diner when I remember the time when Keisha and I were together in the mall to buy my things. She was quiet during our trip, and if looks could kill, I would have died by then. But she can’t do anything about it since I am already her brother’s mate, and we marked and mated each other. “Tell me what happened in Kaiser’s world. Is it as boring as here?” Milka asked after we ordered and waited for it on our table.

Each puzzle seemed to reveal a piece of the story, a story I was becoming a part of. The door slid open, and I stepped into a vast chamber. The walls were covered in even more elaborate murals, depicting the origins of the Moon Wolves. I could see images of the first wolves, their spirits bonded with the moon’s power, giving them strength, wisdom, and a deep connection to the night. The murals told of their battles, their triumphs, and their losses. I felt a deep sense of reverence as I walked through the chamber, absorbing the history that was unfolding before me.

They were attacked by a pack of wandering wolves who called themselves the Unborn. Ania's story is still very much talked about to date In the pack, although it was said in hush tones because the tale was considered a bad omen. My mom told me her soul still longs for children’s blood now. Any time I remember her words I laugh because I believe the tales were told to scare children. The reality before now tells me more than I thought existed. My story was already similar to hers but without an end yet. I kept trying to wave off the thought from my head but the more I tried the more it fisted on my wit.

She spoke of their child and her hope for another one. I looked to Nikka when Mandy finished her story; Nikka spoke into Mandy's mind and Mandy relayed her thoughts. She told me about Nikka's mating with Dmitri. I was fascinated with vampires and asked questions for an hour. Mandy told me of the war between beastkind species and how much better things were now that it was over. I was enthralled with their entire realm, and Mandy happily answered even the most probing questions. When I took a long breath, Mandy spoke, "Now it's your turn to spill. Tell us if your man breathes fire in bed, out of bed, or both."

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 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?