Romans & histoires Mami Wata

A little far away from them, Erica was fuming in anger, whom Santino chose as his chosen mate to get the upper hand on Artemis in terms of the mate. Because Erica was the best candidate in his eyes as a mate, she was the current head warrior of the pack, strong and intelligent. Even being a girl, she had managed to get that place by fighting with all the male candidates for the head warrior. The second thing was she was an Alpha by blood whom the pack had adopted after her parent’s death. And the third thing was she was beautiful with a brain; the only problem was that she had her mountain-size EGO.

He tells me with a smirk. “Oh, do not worry about that. We have witches mated to Vampires too. Mateo is mated to a male warlock so that will be interesting to see.” I say with a sly grin. We headed out, not knowing that My Mia had listened to the conversation with a small smile on her face. ☙☫❧

Magma erupts upward—sacred, pure kami fire, swallowing tendrils whole, cleansing corruption in waves of white-hot purification. The Matriarch rises from the palace ruins—colossal abomination, body a horrific fusion of corrupted shrine stone, twisted torii gates, and pulsing void flesh. Maw a massive corrupted gate ringed with teeth of shattered sacred wood. Eyes like black suns—pulling light itself. Gravity warps sudden and violent—pulling us down hard, armor groaning. *Debuff: Kami-Devourer Pull – Movement ninety percent Down* *Additional Effect: Mana Drain Active*

The geometric amber tattoos wrapping around her massive biceps and broad back were blazing with an intense, blinding heat. "Stand back," Mwajuma rumbled, her voice vibrating through the soles of the Vanguard warriors watching from a safe distance. Nia, Binta, and a dozen other elite guards stepped back, their iridescent spears lowered, their eyes wide with reverent awe. Mwajuma closed her eyes and extended both of her heavy, calloused hands out over the empty air. She was not reaching for the wood of the Mother-Tree. She was reaching down. Past the thousands of feet of empty air, past the chittering, chaotic canopy of the lower jungle, plunging her consciousness directly into the toxic, corr

I'm big ,but you don't get to the Dragon king with a small cock ,pushing in I can already feel her fluttering around my cock so I let her adjust a minute to my size . whimper escaped escaped her mouth as she looked down at where I'm pushed in at . Omg you're so big Matais, I feel like I'm gonna come already "ahhhh oh God Matais" Fuck me already she growled her eyes switch from black to her beautiful blue and back her wolf comes to the surface .

I said lightly. “Have you gotten used to it?” “Sort of. Still figuring things out.” I paused. “I told you about the recent deaths, right?” She nodded, her brows drawing together. “Yeah. Vampires and wolves, right?” “Three in total,” I said, my voice quieter now. “All of them found on the outskirts. Burnt. But not by sunlight. It wasn’t natural. The smell lingers even after they’re moved. Like scorched flesh and ash soaked into the ground.”

"We missed you bigtime, Bubu bear." "Missed you, too, Mom," Ira planted a kiss on his mother's cheek. "You don't have to call me Bubu bear for Pete's sake." Chloe caught a glimpse of his awkward smile which she found utterly ludicrous. Helena pulled away from their hug and giddily pinched both of his prominent sexy cheeks. She could tell Ira got his undeniable good looks from his mestiza Filipina mom while the authoritative manner was from his half-Turkish, half-Italian father. Such a great combination of DNA, she ought to herself. Not too long they were all settled in the spacious lounge area where a middle-aged woman showed up to serve assorted refreshments and tarts. It was as if Chloe's

“What do you mean?” Mama stood up from the wooden chair and took one of the flowers from the vase. She put the flower near her mouth and started uttering some inaudible and incomprehensible words. A few seconds later, the fresh, white flower turned to black. My mouth gaped to the sight. I didn’t know that she could do that. “Mama…Are you a…” “Yes, mi amore,” she said. “I am a witch.” “B-but how?”

Mia muttered. I let out a sigh of relief. I don’t want to think that she really has some kind of illness. "I am a hybrid. And having the blood of an alpha werewolf and red witch weakens my system whenever I have one of my visions. My mom died when I was just two years old. She was diagnosed of a rare incurable disease that affects red witches.” She explained her maternal background to me. She was acting so different from when we met in the throne hall. "I am sorry about that." I muttered.