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

The animals having disappeared the moment mistress did.

"Blacky!" the two helpless mates rushed to the place their mate was last seen.

Their mind trying to deduce what just happened to their mate.

"Blacky!" They frantically looked round, but there's no one there.

"He's dead?" The werewolf slumped to the floor. The entire strength in him giving out as the thoughts finally sank.

"It can't be possible." Zoban shook his head. "Blacky can't just die like that."

He knows it's possible, but he's trying to disagree with the notion. He doesn't want to believe his mate's no more.

The possibilities of that isn't something he want to consider.

"Blacky is a fighter, he can't just die like that." He was in denial as they looked around for any sign of their mate. A mate that's nowhere to be found.

"Blacky!" A tear slipped from Neche's eyes the more he looked for his mate.

"No," Zoban took a step back. A step more, and he had a collision with the welcoming floor. "Blacky can't be dead. We can't lose our family just like that."

The thoughts of losing not only a mate but his baby isn't something a person is willing to pass through, not when they've not had the joys of being with each other.

" Even if he loses our baby, we'll be happy having him with us." Neche looked up in sorrow. His eyes really misty.

Zoban gave a nod of consent to his words. He too will like to have his mate alive even at the expense of their baby's life.

His mate to him is far more important than an unborn baby.

"Even if we say those words,it can't bring him back to us. He sacrificed himself for us. He gave himself up as a scapegoat for the betterment of Makoha."

The two of them bowed their head in resignation. Already giving up on thoughts of having their mate with them.

Meanwhile, Kwofo and Fern who were before conscious, now lay unconscious on the floor. The impact of the fire knocked them off.

Scattered round the judgement room are both unconscious and dead people. Half of the unconsciousness one have wounds sustained from battling against the evil force in human clothing.

Looking round, one will be able to know a grave fight took place. A fight that took more lives than it left alive.

"Reddy, Blondie." A voice called out to the two males sitting on the floor, but they paid the voice no heed. Their mind in a faraway place.

"Reddy? Blondie?" The voice called out again.

They two didn't turn to acknowledge the caller. Not because they don't want to turn, but based on their mind being on another dimension.

They're not in the present place, they're in a faraway place. A place they can't be able to come back from without the presence of their mate.

"Blondie, Reddy." Prince Buchim called out to them through their mate bond. His voice bringing his mates back to the present, and to the aight of their mate hale and hearty.

Chapter 491