Mmesoma Annabel

Humans, Werewolves and Vampires signed a truce hundreds of years ago since the last war of 2000 that left them almost extinct.
They attend schools together, work in the same places, have joint ceremonies. What the elders doesn’t permit is intermarriage, it’s a forbidden relationship.
On their eighteenth birthday, a tattoo Mark of either their helper, mate or half soul emerge on their bodies each the exact replica of the other, the tattoos are sacred since it’s only two people that shares the unique mark.
What will happen when a human prince gets two different marks the morning of his eighteenth birthday?, Read to find out!!!! 


Written On Stones

Prince Manchi, the crowned prince of Guma kingdom, and princess Meemee, the crowned princess of Duru Kingdom.

These are the vampires' royalty.

Prince Uruka, the crowned prince of Gwa kingdom, and princess Chaka, the crowned princess of Gbim kingdom.

These are the werewolves' royalty.

I looked pointedly at the two empty chairs.

“They are for the supreme prince Neche of Habibaliz and the Sovereign prince Zoban of Galizma”, Princess Aina supplied the answers to my unasked questions.

“So tell me”, Meemee scooted closer to me, “how's life being the high prince of Ugali?"

I shrugged, “it's like how any prince's or princess's life is, excluding carrying the burden of a kingdom but that of five on your shoulders.

She nodded, “I've always tried to imagine how my life would have been like if I was born as either human or werewolf”, she smiled, “I guess I will live that dream through you”, she sidled closer.

It took all my will not to scoot my chair farther than hers, this isn't how the vampires in the tales I've heard of, act.

They are loners used to keeping you themselves, they think themselves superior to others, especially their royalties who act like their poop is pure gold.

They are masters at illusion, trusting one is akin to entrusting a poor goat to a hungry lion.

Is she just pretending, Or does she genuinely want to be my friend?

Looking around the table, I see the princesses and princes conversing like long-lost friends.

If the tales I heard are true, am yet to find out.

The room grew as quiet as a grave the moment two dashing young men stepped in.

Oh my gods, the boys at drop-dead gorgeous.

People as handsome as them shouldn't exist, it's a crime to our planet Makoha.

The man on the right has fiery red hair, his stony green eyes can cut through the strongest of glasses. His pale skin was almost flawless.

I would have killed, no cancel that, I would have stolen to have the exact type of his skin colour.

His jaw was made to cut through metals, the hard planes of his face made him a formidable male.

The one on the left had an almost pale blonde hair, his blue eyes sparkling in mischief, he's the troublemaker of the two.

The room was unceremoniously quiet as they walked toward the royals' table.

They came to a stop at our table and each took a sit in one of the empty chairs.

I can't seem to take my eyes off them. With an agape mouth, I stared like a fool.

They are ethereal beings sent to Makoha.

The more I watched them, the more my heartbeat escalated to the extent I was afraid I might embarrass myself before them.

The moment Blondie looked up, our eyes locked. I swear time stood still, I was drawn to his dreamy eyes. I can get lost in them and won't care a bit, the more I looked, the more drawn in I felt. The feeling I have is like no other that I've experienced.

Chapter 16