Mami Wata Stories Novels & Stories

He jumped up and down and picked up Mana in his arms. "No! No! That vampire kid is taking my brother! And he's my favorite brother!" Mata jumped up and tried to get his brother back. Will picked him up as well. "Oh, look at you! So cute! Can you play with me?" Will stroked his face against their heads and said. "Let's go to the woods! I'll feed you some carrots and radishes for you!" Mana and Mata looked overwhelmed. "I just love vampires," Mana said. "They are the only creatures that think we're cute," Mata said.

"Gigi, I'm planning to get close to the Gray Wolf famiglia. Rosa told you with her dying breath that you're the real Ricci Principessa. I know you don't care about that. "You never complain to me, but that doesn't mean I'm not aware. You just wanted to see your birth parents from a distance, but the Ricci Soldati treated you like a threat and drove you off. "The rifle butt smashed into your back. You came back crying but didn't dare tell me..." Matteo cupped her face, violent intent surging in his eyes. "The Gray Wolf famiglia is the underground king of this city. Without power, you don't even have the right to approach them! That fake Principessa named Lucia stole what's yours, enjoying the

The exquisite terror of giving your blood, your body, and perhaps even your soul to something far older and more powerful than you. That obsession is precisely what led me to the website. It was past three in the morning. I had just finished a particularly filthy novel where the ancient vampire lord claimed his mortal lover on an altar of black marble while draining her during the height of her orgasm. My body was still buzzing, thighs slick, heart racing, when I stumbled into the darkest corners of the internet — forums so obscure that even seasoned degenerates whispered about them. And there it was. Blood Party – Invitation Only.

Something I did not recognize in myself. I wrapped my arms around my torso, suddenly cold despite the warmth of the night. My mind drifted further back, to the stories Mother used to tell me about mates. I must have been six or seven, sitting on her lap by the fire, asking her why some wolves had mates and others did not. She had laughed and said the Moon Goddess had a plan for everyone, even if we could not see it. "Even me?" I'd asked. "Especially you," she'd said, and there had been something in her voice that I had not understood then.

he says pulling me toward him, he tries to hug me, but I stand there stiff. "Long time ago, a mama wolf was lonely, she had no pack, and was pregnant with a baby, too worried about her baby the mama wolf made a deal with hell" he says, the story sounded too real, it wasn't just a story, he's talking about my mom, I felt it.

Willow The reflection in the window lets me see him roll his eyes. He presses his lips together and shoves his hands in his pockets, deep in thought. As I start to draw, he quietly asks me a question “What do you know of mates, little wolf?” “That it’s a load of bullshit. Something designed years ago by some Moon Goddess as a way to keep blood lines going. That’s what my father told me.” “And?” I sigh, pivoting the chair back around to face him. Barely tolerating the pain that spasms down my back.

Miatta Mates? It couldn't be. Could it? I let go of his shirt, trying to meditate on his unbelievable words. I was a werewolf and he was a demonic lycan. We had nothing in common: he, a cowardly prince and me, a princess turned slave. It couldn't be possible that the Moon Goddess would be that unfair to me. We were on good terms, mostly. Yet my head spun with multiple possibilities, a tiny part of me taking his words as truth, especially the part about losing my soul. My mother and I had made a conversation out of the topic of mates once. Although I had been partially embarrassed and partially impatient to return to a swordfight practice with my brothers, I got a few things from what she had

"It was about wolves who had been exiled, banished, or killed because they were considered dangerous. It was almost like a collection of old stories about packs that had committed terrible things." Hayes's face became more serious. "I borrowed it from the library." His eyes stayed on mine. "What kind of stories?” "Different ones." I thought for a moment. "One of them was about a pack that kidnapped babies from other packs and used rituals involving them to strengthen their own bloodline. There were stories about wolves who experimented with forbidden magic, packs that tried to overthrow their Alphas, and others that were destroyed because they were considered too dangerous to be allowed to s

I sighed and sat on the bed, the cuts were already beginning to heal, “What was your mother talking about? All of that mess about you and Nick, and then she called me…” she cut me off, “You don’t have to say it and honestly, I don’t know.” she looked at my hand and grabbed some tweezers to pull any shards out, "I'm wondering that myself. I can't believe we never realized that she was a succubus herself; I had heard rumors but I never thought they were actually true…" Mandy's eyes started welling up, "And now, my father is…" I pulled her into a tight hug and let her cry,

Lisanna started telling Cassandra everything she knew. “Those boys following them are Jet Crane, he is a warlock, Liam Wright, a werewolf from the West, and Oliver Hunt, a vampire. Jet currently ranked number 4 while Liam was 5, and Oliver was the second,” Lisanna said. Cassandra listened intently. “And those mean girls are Judith Lockhart, a witch, Krystal Knight, a vampire, and Joana Redwood. Joana was also a vampire and she was obsessed with First,” Lisanna mumbled. She ate the remaining piece for her food while looking fat Cassandra's reaction in front of her.