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

"Why are we going there? if am not mistaken it's the same place you're avoiding going back to?" Ije asked.

"That's the place the council of elders of Makoha meets, and I have a hunch that's where Reddy's taken to."

We went down fir breakfast the following morning, and like the other times we've come down for a meal, we sat at the far end of the inn to avoid detection from the other wolves.

It will only be a matter of time until our scent completely weans.

Blondie ordered for us all like he've done before. We all agreed to let him do the ordering. He's a wolf after all.

"I won't miss this place when we leave," Star looked round the inn.

This place looked like an olden house. There were dark stains on the floors, and most of the chairs looks like it's about to break free of what's holding it together.

The tables weren't covered with the designer clothes I've gotten used too seeing on tables, Instead the table was left bare for all to see the dusty looking things.

The curtains looked like something that have not seen water since it was bought. It looks like it's about to tear by just one look.

"Neche have odd tastes. I don't get why he thought here's the best place," Elit looked around in detest.

Funny how we're now thinking on the dirtiness of the place the morning we're planning to leave.

"This place might be dirty, but their food is really hygienic and delicious," Ije said so with a stern look, one that says no one better counter her words.

In a time like this she looks like the leader she really is.

"Looks matter," I said with a shrug, and the motion made my scarf slid from my head.

Luckily for me Ije had it covered before anyone can notice the odd male with black hair in the mist of red hairs.

"You have to be careful," Ije frantically looked round to make sure no one noticed the slip, and luckily for us there wasn't many customers since it's still morning.

"Why will you blame me for a scarf falling?" I frown at her.

Two males walked past us, and took the table close to us , their gaze focused solely on us.

"How odd can this people be?" the shorter one among the two asked. " They're always coveted whenever they come down for meals, and they hardly leave this place."

He says it in a not so whisper. Probably wanting us to hear their discussion.

"Why does it matter?" the other one gave us a disintegrated look "bet they're just ugly half developed wolves who're ashamed to show their faces."

The taller one focused on the food they have with them while the shorter nosy one kept throwing curious glances towards us.

"Don't pay them any heed," Ije said to us, but by the looks she's giving me I know am the one she's probably warning the most.

Chapter 429