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

I can still remember how sad I was about my best friend not attending my birthday.

I would have cancelled the celebration of not for the eager looks on the maid's face that night( I don't have any friends besides my father and Kwofo. I invite the maids and man servants).

Kwofo came to me later that night with a bottle of Akppuruachia ( an alcoholic beverage known for its high alcoholic level), he claimed he wasn't sleeping despite how tired he was, and that a drink of the said alcoholic beverage will make him sleep like a new born baby.

I asked him why he didn't take it alone since that would have made him sleep instead of coming here to my bedroom, but he claimed he doesn't want to drink it alone.

According to him, drinking the beverage alone will make him feel sad and bitter about life; sharing it with me, he said will make him forget all about his pains and allow him sleep as soundly as he wants.

I wasn't in tune with his idea of alcohol drinking, but he managed to convince me about taking the said alcohol; he claimed it will help me relax more than I've done in ages.

Pressured by my best friend, I thought to take it since he promised it's effects will wear down before morning, and no one will know I've taken something alcoholic.

I can remember taking more than five gulps of the said alcohol; the alcohol wasn't tasting bitter as I thought all alcohol should taste, instead it was tasting like udara( a fruit that tastes almost like the Earthener's Mango), the sweetness of the drink made me take more than I planned on.

Kwofo was encouraging me to take more, claiming that it's only those with undefeatable strengths can take more than two gulps of the alcohol.

Fueled with the ego spooking of my friend, I drank the entire content of the bottle not noticing then that Kwofo took no more than a gulp.

The person who was supposed to be in need of it took little than I did.

My head started swaying, the ceil started rotating, "I don't know the ceiling can dance as bad as this, it's totally rocking the tune!", I looked up then at the dancing ceiling mesmerized by how it was rocking to the tune of the DJ's music.

It's steps were like none over ever seen, I don't think anyone can master the same rocking steps it's exhibiting.

Looking up at the ceiling, that was when I felt a cold thing press on my luckily closes mouth.

I turned my swirling head towards Kwofo, "why did you mouth dance with my mouth?", I glared at his mouth in question, " your mouth don't know how to mouth dance the ceiling can dance more than it", those were the last words I said before I dozed off that night.

It was surprising how I managed to recall most of the incidents of that night.

Chapter 116