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

"Is should be the one asking you that. Who are you?" the pretend prince is really going far with his pretense.

"Let's go", I said as I dragged him a towards the place I want to go to, although am not seeing anything, but am confident that's where my mind wants to go to.

"Why should I trust you, a Total stranger?", he must be giving me a look as he said those words, but there's no way to know for certain if that's the case bases in ho Dak this place is.

"If you don't trust me, you're free to remove your hands dorm me. You were the one who gripped on me, not the other way round", I would have left this guy a long time if not for his intrigue on me.

He scoffed, "I rather stay with you than go back to wherever the gods only know the way back to".

"Better", I said, dragging him more further.

The noise was still much behind us, but the farther we go, the more quite the place becomes.

"Why aren't we hearing the sounds of others again?", the guy that doesn't know how to stay silent said yet again.

"Can't you at least be quite for once?", I glare at him, "you talk a lot for a male and a distinguished Prince. Who knows our high prince is as dense and talkative as you're".

" Know this peasant, I won't have you insult me again. Just because you're trying to save my sorry arse doesn't mean I have to keep up with you constantly insulting me", he tugs on my arms, but didn't let me go.

" If you're not up to putting up with my words, you can leave me and find your own way",

he murmured under his breath before he said audibly, " am just putting up with you because you're trying to safe my royal arse, if not I would have had you arrested".

" And how will you do that in this darkness filled room?", it will be fun to actually see the face of the imposter.

" Don't underestimate the power of royalty. Tell me peasant ( he didn't bother asking for my name) since this stampeding began, how many royals have you heard their voices?".

" Just one. On who wants to talk my ears off, and is holding my arms in a tight grip like a female".

" Shut up peasant, aren't you grateful a royal touched your arm? you should be really grateful".

" Oh am more than grateful", I said, holding my hand ( the one he wasn't holding captive) out to feel the place we're walking to, and am grateful I did that since my hand touched a wall.

"We've reached to the end of the hall", I told the lazy imposter of a prince..

"A wall? what're we going to do with a wall?",

"We lean on it and wait for whatever it is to pass", I leaned in the said Wall as I said those words.

Chapter 165