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

They might have succeeded were it not for the magic in us, the offensive magic users  *our defenders, are mostly filled with humans since we’re the only ones among the species gifted with the outstanding gift of magic* are been positioned in strategic places to thwart the efforts of the other planeters.

Any person unlucky *i'll like to fall into this category*  to be gifted with offensive magic like weapon forming, barrier raiser, elements commanders, weapon movers and many other ones, spend their entire lives in barrack serving our home planet.

Vampires and werewolves aren’t left alone when it comes to terms of protecting our planet, each year a wrestling match is observed in their respective kingdoms and the winners are shipped to the barrack to aid in protecting us.

I leisurely took my bath thanks to Kwofo _he doesn’t bathe me, all he does is arrange everything I will make use of in the bathroom.

It feels odd wearing casuals on an Amam day.

Today, according to my father, is the day we royals dress to impress our subjects, “a royal is expected to dress appropriately as the occasion demands.

The Ugali royals should dress like royalty and not like peasants, it’s our duty to them and Makoha at large. "

He speaks as if wearing a piece of clothing makes a person royalty, what he doesn’t know is, that royalty is in your blood not in your attire.

The peasants don’t care if we dress in the constricting clothes from hell, all they care about is their wellbeing and that of their children, not the royal attires…

Today like every first day of the week is the only day our subjects approach my father, the king, for his input on matters concerning their wellbeing.

We put on our native attire which consists of a heavy agbada material wrapped on our waist, too heavy a family heirloom hangs on my tired neck, among all the attires we put on during Amam.

The one I detest the most is the one each of us wears on the neck, the heavy necklace can make a straight person bend at an unnatural angle.

Father must be in a thrilling mood.

For him to allow me the privilege of putting on casual attires, I pray his mood lasts for as long as the gods permit it.

Being a crown Prince of Ugali is as exhausting as a pipe, as the other kingdoms that makeup Ugali look up to the head royal family, which unfortunately is mine as well.

Ugali is made up of five kingdoms, the first one being Kwakuma, they’re experts in barrier raising, they can raise a solid barrier that nothing in this world can pierce and for that sole reason, the Kwakumas are our front liners in battle.

The second kingdom, Muguma are experts in healing, that’s the tribe Kwofo is from, they’re our specialists, they work and control our health sector, and they’re the most respected of the other kingdoms.

The third kingdom, Rete are experts in weapon forming, they can make any weapon of their choice from nothing, they are considered the most dangerous of all kingdoms and for that, they've kept busy with making weapons for battles.

Chapter 3