Mami Wata Stories Novels & Stories

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.

If you’re interested, you can find my other books on these platforms: GoodNovel: Trio of Mates Series: 4 werewolf books that take on the idea of what would happen if one of the leadership was gay and couldn’t produce an heir. Lots of very graphic smut. (completed) Love in the Time of Quarantine: 4 short stories that look at what happens when you are stuck with someone you didn’t expect during quarantine. Lots of very graphic smut. (completed) Dissonance and Harmony: The story of a high school girl who has to face her rapist at his sentencing hearing and deal with her PTSD from that night. Graphic violence and rape scenes. (completed)

I groaned, “Every dream has a purpose, my Darling” Mum has always been superstitious. She’s a Were equivalent of a highly religious human. She gives thanks to the Moon Goddess and believes all the legends and stories, even about True Mates, blessed wolves, and all that stuff. She teaches a class for the young pups about our histories and legends. I adore my mum, she’s the greatest one there is.

” Matt finished the story with a sigh. “Wow..” Charlotte was speechless for a minute. Not only the story was surreal but the way Matt spoke made it so much alive. It was as if she was watching a movie. His voice was really calm and soothing and he sure was an excellent storyteller. Matt gave him a smile and opened his mouth again, “Werewolves who believed the second story tried turning humans into wolves but…they failed…again and again… So, I’m pretty sure that the second version is not true.”

“That’s just a story, Gran. Lycans, werewolves, and a moon goddess... those are just characters from stories to scare little kids so they don’t stay out past dark. Things like that don’t really happen.” “It does happen.” “Gran-” “IT DOES HAPPEN!” Liana’s mouth snapped shut in surprise. Gran had never yelled at her before, not even once that she could remember. “We’re only here because I killed my mate,” she whispered. All the hairs on Liana’s back prickled and stood on end. The word mate brought dozens of stories to the surface of Liana’s memory. But Gran had never told her a story that involved murder before, and she’d certainly never put herself into one. The old woman came and sat on the

It's like she was going on story-tell mode, and although I didn't live with my mom for a very long time, the time I was able to spend with her made me aware that when she was the best story-teller I've ever known. "They were what was called werewolves," she continues, "Half man, half wolf. Moon goddess had granted them this gift for long prosperity, and peace in the land. With this gift, came a gift of mates too. A mate was one who could make you complete. A mate was your second half, the one that made you whole, without them, you certainly felt like a piece of you was missing." "So, about mates, if Arthur is the Alpha, which in my mind is technically a king, does that mean I become queen li

Rage, sadness, bitterness, regret, disappointment, and embarrassment. How could my backstabbing Aunt have made a deal with Alpha Richard? I sincerely desired to reconnect with my relatives and it left me torn. My ancestors were warriors. Regrettably, Mom was an omega because she failed to shift on her eighteenth birthday. Hence, she was demoted. Then she got mated to Dad, who was also an omega. On the contrary, Aunt Sora acquired her wolf and maintained her warrior status.

Is it true that witches are still alive? Orlan and Dafa were busy looking at the pictures on the table. "Why do they have witch blood?" Dafa is confused. Another thing that confused them was that the perpetrators had different colored eyes and hair. They seem to come from the Redwood Pack, Tongass Pack, Chugach Pack, Appalachia Kingdom, and Hamakua Kingdom. "Are they wearing contact lenses and wigs?" Everyone looked at Dafa with strange looks. Dafa grinned widely. Noura agreed with Dafa's opinion, but why? That's so troublesome.

I weakly whisper between my sobs, I still want to enjoy my life, I’m not ready to have a child… “I told you, Cora, this is what omega’s for; don’t refuse me!” His eyes become darker, his grips tighter, and he becomes more violent as the moon shines brighter. “bare my child, Cora, let’s build a family.” He whispers again, a sharp pain rush through my whole body as if something rips from my body. It hurt, my mind can’t think anymore… All I want is to finish everything.