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

"Don't you think am too old to pretend?" I asked Reddy.

"Yes, you're too old to pretend," he answered robotically.

"Old?" I gasped in shock "you think am old? how can you be so Cruel as to call me old?"

I thought my mates like me, but it's not true. He's calling young me old.

"Did I say old?" he widened his eyes in disbelief "I must have had a slip of tongue. How can I call a young handsome boy old? you're as cute as a baby," he playfully pinched my cheeks.

"A baby? you called me a baby? do I look like one? " I can't believe he's classifying me as a baby.

"Not a baby, I didn't mean it like that...." Reddy looked like he wants to anywhere but here at this moment.

The girls including Blondie burst out in Laughter.

"I can't believe Xander ( that's the name we planned on calling Reddy. Blondie is Vid, while am Buch. I guess they like my name more than they do the others) is in hot soap," Elit laughed as Reddy tried to think of the right answer to my question.

" Enough!" Ije stoped laughing " we're in a serious mission to find shelter, and here we are Laughing like people who have no cares in the world," she placed her hands on her waist, and glared at us.

"We're sorry second in command, we won't be merry till we've found a place to lay down our head, " Star answered. Her face lowered to the floor like always as she spoke.

I've never for once seen Star look directly at the person she's talking to before. She's always looking down at the floor whenever she's talking to people.

" Second in command? why are you calling her second in command? who's the first in command?" I look at Elit in question.

" Our priestess is our head, and Ije our second commander. When out mistress went to join her ancestors, she automatically became the first one command, but she refused to take the title. Claiming the title isn't hers to take." Elit explained.

Her words made me look at Ije with an eye of admiration. Never have I seen someone who's unwilling to take over a position that's the envy of almost all the disciples.

" I can't take a title that I wasn't qualified for. Am not worthy to take over from out great priestess, neither do I posses half the powers she have working for her.

Our priestess is the only one worthy of the title of a leader. She's the best among the rest, the only one worthy of sitting on the throne of the priestess."

The other disciples were looking at her with an awe look of admiration.

Their respect of their commander clearly shown on their faces.

"Long live our second in command!" Elit shouted.

"Long live!" the other girls followed suit after her words.

"Long live the sect of the disciples!" Ije shouted.

Chapter 395