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

"Of course I will," I promised with a smile.

Blondie asked but I didn't reply to his question. Instead I pretended not to have Heard him.

The man who brought us into this place stood up, and instantly everywhere became silent.

He greeted us all before he proceeded to say the reason why he stood up.

"For years now, we've not received any visitors. Neither have anyone passed through our village until today."

He went on to say how he took us in when he heard we were the disciples of the greatest priestess who helped them in building this town.

According to him, she was the one who saved them from the war.

"We will like to formally welcome you to our humble abode. It might not be what you're used to, but that's all we can provide, and we hope you bear with us." He says in apology.

"Thank you the great people of this town. We're happy and honored to be in your presence and to be accepted by you. We're forever grateful you accepted us in instead of rejecting our entrance here," she lowly bowed to them.

" If you have any question you feel like asking. You're free to do so."

Her words seems to please the chief if his nodding of head is any indication.

A young man stood up. Unlike others, he wasn't wearing an upper clothe. He only have on him the lower traditional apa.

On his upper body are tattoos drawn on them.

The tattoo doesn't look like a mating mark, instead it looks like something drawn by a human.

"Why are they different?" he looked pointedly at Reddy and Blondie.

"Why are their eyes different from ours? why do they have eyes the colour of the others?"

By the others he meant the werewolves and Vampires.

Why out of all other questions did he have to ask that?

Why can't he ask a more simpler question?

Ije smiled at him "they're the product of the wizard."

She proceeded to tell them the story we made us before we came here.

A story that looks like it's touching the hearers if the head shaking and looks of pity is any indication.

"Am sorry I didn't know of this, " the young man bowed his head in shame. His shoulders hunched in a show of defeat.

"It's okay," Ije smiled "you Don't know of it, but now you've known."

"What a pity for this Handsome strong men," one of the women shook her head "I bet they'd have been more able if not for that matter evil man."

After that, no one else dared ask any question until a young female stood up, and shyly looked at me.

"Why do you dress different from others? why are your skin delicate like a person who haven't worked a day in their life?"

What sort of question is this? Why will she call a strong able-bodied man like I delicate?

Chapter 407