Novel & Cerita Mami Wata Story

He put his pants on and kissed me again. "Not a problem" I shoo him away with a smile as we finish redressing and spraying ourselves and the room down so it doesn't smell like we had just been fucking the past two hours. After Ethan left I wrote his name down on the little note pad I kept to remember which unmated warriors fucked me the best, they were the ones I would call for when I wanted a really good fuck. So far Ethan made number three. There had been others but I crossed their names out when they died or found mates. It wasn't often one died, they usually found their mates. Ethan, Jacob and Mathew were the three current names and Mathew was pretty sure he knew who his mate was but had

But Mama didn't care about the eyes on her and me. "You know what those things are?" she asked me. "Those things—" "Yes, those things you saw—Abraham, the Elders, the ones who killed Tia and the House. You know what they are?" Vampires. I readied myself to answer 'vampires' because that's what they were...right? Yes, that's what they were. They fitted into each trait that led them to that answer...at least I thought they did. I asked for help from Imani with my eyes, but she knew better as Mama's novitiate. Her mouth was pressed shut.

I move to the walls, my eyes following the story of the White Moon pack…of the creation of the White Wolf and how she turned her back on the pack…their depiction of history told through caveman like drawings. They were wrong. These drawings were lies…drawn to manipulate a past that didn’t happen. My fingers run against the picture of the death of my grandmother, Aliki. Killed by her own mate, my grandfather to keep Mum by his side. To control her. Since hearing of Mum’s past, I count my blessings that the moon goddess gave her Dad,

They all insisted I had never had a mate. But I clearly remembered reading their congratulatory comments! What on earth was happening? Just as despair threatened to consume me, I heard the low murmur of whispers spreading through the pack. "Looks like Nora's lost her mind. She imagined a mate who doesn't exist and disrupted the ceremony." "Right? Even her dad and friends confirm she has no mate. How dare she make a scene during the full moon ceremony, claiming her mate disappeared?" "And it's such an important event. She just wasted everyone's time."

To him, I was nothing. "Why?" I whispered. "Why do this to us?" "Because 'The Old Mess' is a great story, Kaima," she said, standing up. "And people pay a lot of money to feel like they’re part of a great story. But now, the story is over. It’s time for the analysis." They led me down a hallway that seemed to go on forever. It was filled with rows of tanks—thousands of them. Some were empty; others held wolves, children, and elders. All of them were sleeping, dreaming of worlds that didn't exist.

I really did allow myself to get wrapped up in Saph’s pain to the point where I was able to completely ignore everything I had been through. “Yea. He said Mama knew about the plague before it started. She and Father decided it would be better not to change what’s supposed to happen, and trust in the Goddess. Guess they chose wrong because it cost them their lives. Then again, I’m glad Mama never rejected Father, or else she may have taken Bram as a chosen mate.” All three of us shudder at the thought of our mother with Bram. “He said Mama had another vision. He never told me what it was,” I say feeling frustrated. “It was about us,” Amy mumbles. I turn my gaze in her direction, watching as s

“Strong… was Mama strong before?” “Of course she was,” I said, smiling at the memory even as a distant sadness brushed my heart. I found myself repeating the story to him once more “Once upon a time Montavia wasn’t a safe place. Our enemies created mutated monsters from the next continent and brought them here, hunting our kind for blood. But your mama, helped wipe them all clean. All the packs owe her a debt. That’s why so many Alphas wanted her, why she became their target.”

Daniela frowned. “My sister is proof of my mother’s infidelity and crime. My sister is a hybrid werewolf, conceived from rape.” I explained with disgust. “Your mother was raped?” Daniela furrowed her brow, obviously trying to understand it all. “NO!” I shouted. “She was the rapist. She called it science, testing the limits of the werewolf mate bond. Capturing a mated pair and forcing the female to watch as she drugged the male and raped him multiple times.” I shuddered, disgusted by my mother.

"You know a bad thing has happened, don't you, honey?" When she felt Pippa nod and heard her whispered "Yes" Natalia continued, "We lost most of the adults of the pack to a vampire attack. The only one who has survived is my mama, but she has lost her mate and is close to turning rogue. Do you understand what that means, Pippa?" "You lost your papa and your mama is going to die too."

Wolves, giant ones, leap into the chaos, claws gleaming like daggers. And in the middle of it all, my mother was holding a baby. Me. “No matter what happens,” she tells a woman in a maid’s uniform, her eyes wet and fierce, “you take her and run. Don’t let them find her. She’s the key.” The woman sobs. “But what about-” “I said run!” Flash. I scream. Out loud this time. My knees give way and I fall to the ground, gravel digging into my skin, but I barely feel it.