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

He once confessed to me about his sleepless night whenever he have a confrontation with Miss Madne.

"Don't play with things like that Buchim; you know am not comfortable whenever her name's mentioned", he swallows a gulp.

I shrug like an innocent person while am far from being innocent, " am just telling you what I failed to do years earlier; she talks about her love for you more than she teaches me. It's like she was blinded by thoughts of....",

He suddenly stands up, cutting my words short, " I will be in my room if you need me since it's obvious you will only talk about her for the rest of the day", walking towards the door he turns when he was almost to the door, " don't forget your promise to me Buchim; you promised to check on me every thirty minutes, and I will hold you up to it. Don't fail, you know how much I hate it when someone fails to fulfil their promises", he bangs the door after him.

Good riddance, now I can have a much needed rest.

Him being in the same room will make it difficult for me to take a nap; he will nag me till I grow old with weariness.

Flopping down on my bed, I wriggled to get comfortable.

"Bed sweet bed", I mutter to the bed, "I will make sure to take you back to the palace with me", that will depend on the type of helper I get.

Am not that too invested in thoughts of my helper since am not even sure I will have one based on my magic less statues.

Still thinking on a future I consider bleak, I drifted of to a much needed nap; who knows how long the said party will last.

waking up, I look around the room, frightened beyond explanation; I don't know what my dream was all about, but am sure by the goosebumps in my skin it's not a good dream.

Try all I may, I can't recall exactly what happened in my dream; thoughts about it evades my mind.

The only words I can recall is "I was your greatest fan", that's the only words I can recall from the strange dream I had.

What's wrong with me? I can't for the life of me recall of I've ever had a nightmare before, and to start it now seems peculiar to me.

What must have caused this nightmare? something must have triggered it.

95% of nightmares are caused by a person's experience and their imaginations.

I can't recall having an imagination so vivid it makes goosebumps materialize on my skin.

It must have been the thoughts I had about Miss Madne.

I won't put it past her to haunt me even as far from me as she is now.

After the Agu and wood incident ( it was when she formed a soldier with a sword just from plain wood.

Chapter 128