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

Blondie pushed me to the side as he took a protective stance in front of me.

"I won't allow you fight alone," I touched his back, and tried to focus mainly on where I want to take us to, but the noise and my lack of focus made me unable to do so..

"Let go of me Blacky. You have to stay safe, in case something happens to me you have to go back to get Reddy! " Blondie tried to gently remove my strong hold. on him, but I held on tightly.

My will to hold on to him stronger than that of leaving him.

"What are you doing Blacky? you have to leave now!" he shouted as the first one to reach us raised a spear up at us.

This is it, We're dying in the hands of humans.

Mistress might not have gotten to us, but they did.

A blinding light made me close my eyes at the brightness of the light. The sounds of war cries diminishing till no sound could be heard.

Everywhere was totally silent. Not even my heart beat can be heard.

Slowly to avoid the blinding lights I know will be awaiting me, I opened my eyes.

Blinked, closed and opened it again to make sure am really seeing what I think am seeing.

The natives were nowhere to be found, and in their place stood females with blinding white dresses.Their faces looks like that of soldiers ready for battle.

Their brown and black hair were fluttering in the wind as if dancing to a tune played to it by the wind.

On their head are gleaming gems strategically placed on their hair.

Each have gleaning swords on their hands. Their stance in sync with each other.

As I watched them in curiosity, the parted to let one who was wearing a golden dress. The hair of the one who walked through was devoid of any gem, and instead of a sword, she was sporting a dagger.

Her face as ferocious as that of those standing.

When she locked eyes with me, a shocking awareness passed through me.

My soul was aware they mean no harm. How I got to know that with just one look was really beyond me.

All I know is they're not here to harm me.

I know of that, but Blondie know nothing of that, and that's why he pushed me to the side and protectively stood in front of me.

"Don't worry Blacky, I will keep you safe."

I don't doubt he won't be able to do that because I know what he as a wolf is capable of.

Vampires might be graceful when fighting, but werewolves are ferocious fighters because when fighting, they relinquish all control to their Animals.

Animals who fight without conscience. With no human thought in the forefronts of their mind.

Animals who kill without mercy. Laying to waste anything or anyone that thinks to stop them.

Chapter 378