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

I felt a zap of electricity. My hand vibrating as the dagger started glowing.

I heard gasps around me, but my entire focus was on the dagger in my hands.

I heard a shrill voice in my head. The sound was like that of the little girl I met back at that village.

"Who are you?" I spoke up loudly. My eyes darting around in search of the owner of the shrill voice.

"Am the guardian of the dagger." The small voice answered.

"What's it Blacky? Who are you talking to?"Blondie looked at me in question. A suspicious glare thrown at the dagger that's now glittering like a new one.

None of the dust that once coated it was anywhere to be found.

"What's happening?" the girls asked.

"I think the dagger spoke to me. Her voice is like that of a small girl." I smile.

She said in a cute angry voice. Her voice getting as shrill as that of the little girl I tagged her as.

"Let me have it," Blondie tried to take the dagger from me, but a zap of electricity shocked him.

"Ouch!" he held on to his hand. One that have started turning red.

The guardian said in anger. She must be the one who zapped him.

"Are you alright?" I touched Blondie's hand with the one not holding on to the dagger.

"Am alright. As a wolf I heal faster."

He removed his hand from the one it was covering, and just like he said, there was no mark to show he was just burnt minutes ago.

"I think she doesn't want to be touched by another," I raised the dagger up.

I've been waiting for you for years. Years spent in silence, and darkness.

I asked again. This time my question have a deeper meaning to it.

Am yours. Held by you during your last moment of battle.

"My last moment of battle?" I was really confused about her words.

I was owed by you prince Buchim. You fought the Battle with me.

"I think this was owned by prince Buchim. It must have been here that he finally died." i held the knife in my hand. A dagger that once belonged to me in my first life.

The others girls looking at us in rapt attention. Elit who seems to always talk was as silent as I've ever seen her.

Not even a sound escaped from her mouth. The only part of body moving was her eyes.

"It belonged to the dead Buchim. It belongs to me."

My dagger have found a way back to me after all Those years of separation.

To me, it feels like I've found the missing part of something I've been searching for for all of eternity.

It's back where it belongs. Back to who owns it.

Chapter 441