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

"You're too quite this night, are you worried about your birthday tomorrow?", Blondie asked.

" Am just a bit under the weather", I shrug, " nothing a good night's sleep won't solve", I tried smiling, but it came out more like a forced one.

" You know you can't lie to me", Blondie raises a brow at me, "I can smell a lie far more than I can scent a person", he gives me a no nonsense look, "why are you looking this forlorn?".

"Am worried about my birthday tomorrow okay?", I stand up in anger, "can't a male nurse his wounds in silence? can't I have a day to myself?", I don't know why, but I felt like he's trying to pry my secret from me, and that caused me to become defensive of it.

He looks hurt at my outburst, "am just looking out for your Blacky", he cautiously approaches me, "you don't have to tell me if you don't want to", he takes my shivering hands into his, "am here for you despite anything".

I woke up later that night to find myself tangled between the two males I will gladly spend my life with instead of any helper the gods might pair me with.

Talking of a helper made me widen my eyes in surprise; it's almost dawn, and that will mean only one thing!

I rushed into the bathroom, making sure to lock the door behind me before I turned to the mirror, and let go of the grip I have on my clothe.

With my eyes covered, I removed my clothing till I was completely naked.

I don't know what I will find when I open my eyes. Will my mating mark be visible? will it be as dull as that of those whose helpers aren't of age? will it be there?

The largeness of the mark signifies whether the match is a strong one; the larger the mark, the stronger the Union.

Counting to four, I slowly opened my eyes; a gasp escaping my mouth when I saw my body.

I kept chanting in my head as I took stock of my body. This is impossible. I looked at the too bright marks on my body, yes you heard that right, marks! and not a mark.

"Blacky are you in there?", Blondie banged on the door, "let us in".

"I will be out in a minute", I managed to squeak out, " am almost through".

Am far from being through, my mind is still on the forbidden marks on my body; the marks taunting me with how bright they are.

The brightness making me know my helpers are already of age, and not only that, they're close by.

"Can we see your mark?", Reddy asked after a moment of silence from their part( am internally screaming in fear), "we promised to see each other's today right?", he knocks on the door.

Oh no, I can't allow them to see these marks, I panicked at what they will think when they see my mark.

Chapter 242