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

Bidding of time I must do if I want to leave here whole, just the way I came.

He turned towards me, his entire focus on me; he gave me an unwavering look.

Good! I have him just exactly where I need him.

"Ajummuo it's said you're the most powerful magician to have ever lived", spooking of his pride loading up, " your tale is known by both young and old, dead and living".

His story died with his capture; I've not heard off him until now, his story is an untold one, one of the buried history of Ugali.

I reasoned that this; Ajummuo's story isn't the only one buried and unspoken of, there must be others that where buried along side this one.

Tales of such are the ones I want to uncover; I've not learnt my lessons it seems.

If am willing enough to uncover other hidden secrets like this one I just released, then it proves I've not really learnt my lessons; if I have I wouldn't be thinking about other buried hidden truths.

He smiled( his smile is one I wish, and hope not to see again; for others smiling makes them more pretty, but smiling as he is, he's more devious than he was when he wasn't smiling), "am glad the humans are terrified of me; am a living terror to them", he said with pride.

I nodded at his words, since he wants to be a terror, then a terror he will be, "your tale makes children shudder, and adults cower in fear. A sane person becomes insane when your tale is being told".

If the nodding of his head is an indication, then I can tell he's really enjoying the show I put in for him; a special show dedicate only to his royal self.

"The tale of your exploit is even told till today; as a toddler I only listened to the tale of your mighty deeds which was like a bedtime story to my greedy ears", I smiled at the monster.

If a human's head swells Everytime it's pride, then his would have been bigger than the door; it would have been difficult for him to walk about without destroying walls with how big his head will be swollen in pride.

"You were like a role model to me; I can still recall asking my mom to take me to you. I was heart broken the moment she told me you've gone to be with the gods since you're too powerful and revered to be with us lowly humans", my tale was going smoothly I was almost tempted to believe the lies I was spotting.

Lies that seems to be the truth the more I talked about it; maybe my destiny doesn't lie being a prince, it lies in story telling.

"You were one of my fans?", he asked with a look of disbelief on his face, "am sorry to hear about your disappointment when you couldn't find me", he said with a voice too soft to be classified to a monster as he is.

Chapter 89