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

"How many times will I tell you he's not my  master?!", he growls, "I don't answer to him, I answer to no one!", his face red in anger.

" Funny how you're denying our master when you and I both know he's out Master" I give him a smug look, " servants seems to always want to break free from their masters, especially when their masters are not around".

" You know what?", he walks over to me and angrily removes the rope that's causing my blood to flow. The moment he removed the rope, my blood ceased to flow, the ones in the buckets drying immediately.

" What's that?", I looked at the dry bucket in alarm, " where did my blood go to?".

The bucket doesn't look like a thing that had blood on it moments ago.

"Your blood have returned back to you", he growls, "you will see I don't answer to no one, I don't have a master and never will".

" Ajummuo also spoke of this, he told me you will be filled with so much rage when you find out I know who your master is. He says you will in your rage cease from drawing blood from me, and you've done it. All you've done proves your just a puppet for Ajummuo, a servant that does the bidding of his master", I shake my head.

" You fool! I said am not the servant of Ajummuo!", he turns back into the mist he was before, finally shedding the skin he stole.

" Now!", Kwofo shouts as he throws a disk to me, "bind him!", he rushed towards the window, firmly locking it to prevent the mist from escaping.

"Oge ereuola mbam IGA ala ASI Ebe isi. Okumu ka isi, Okumu ka I ga alahasi. Enyelanyi nsogbu, ruo ebiebi".

( It's time for you to return from where you came from. Hell you came from, hell will you return to. Disturb no more, till eternity).

I say before I threw the disk towards the mist that's looking for ways to escape.

Joining my palms together in a sign of a T, I continued chanting the banishing words.

"I know you, I've seen you. Return to your prison. Chained and in misery will you remain till you've answered to the blood of the innocent you wasted", I twist my fingers.

" Bound will you be to this disk. Chained will you be to the fires of Okumu. Misery will accompany you till you've answered to the life you wasted through your trickery".

I ball my hand in a fist and hit it on my open palm. Fire erupted from my hands, and with it, I created a swirling circle, "return and answer to your judgement", I call the disk which have imprisoned him to myself.

With the disk in my hand, I repeat my first binding words before I threw it into the fire which diminished the moment the disk entered into it.

"Make him mad enough so he turns into a mist", was the words Kwofo mouthed to me.

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Chapter 265