Mami Wata の小説・ストーリー

“Listen Amelia and please understand that it is also very difficult for me to give you this information about yourself all at once.” “Your mother is the last full-blooded witch that had not been killed by the Red moon pack. She is the mate of a wolf and it never happened before. A wolf and a witch being mates are close to impossible. But the moon Goddess just made everything possible. That’s why you are special. You are a hybrid and that made you so powerful. They are afraid of you Amelia. The prophecy is for you to kill the alpha of the Red moon pack. That is the reason why Dimitri tries to kill you first.” I shook my head violently.

The mate bond does that to you. "What if he is our Mate" Ara says, blushing. "Stop it Ara, Omegas don't get Warrior Mates, and even if they do, they get rejected" I told her. "Ok now Jia sleep" Ara scolded me. "Good night Ara, love you" "Love you too girl"

Ray was mad and he was growling. As Ethan ran through the school's corridors, he could feel Ray's power growing inside him. He tried to focus on his breathing but his lungs were filled with Maya's scent. Finally, he made it outside the school and he quickly got inside his car. Ray's growling subsided as Ethan tried to calm him down. "What's wrong with us, Ray?" he whispered to him. "Why can't we control ourselves around Maya?" "She's our mate," Ray replied, his voice barely a whisper. "Our instincts are taking over, and it's getting harder to resist."

he said, and suddenly the air felt strange. Everyone around me started whispering, turning to each other with wide eyes and open mouths. I froze. The Mate Games. I’ve heard stories, like everyone else. Old tales. Fables meant for children. Girls pulled from villages to compete for the hand of a royal heir. Magic and power and fate all tangled into one big, unbelievable mess. But that’s all they were. Stories. Until now. “They say the heir has the rarest kind of wolf,” a woman beside me whispered to her friend. “Unbound. Untouched by bond. Free.”

Fated Mates are nothing more than a term to control werewolves under the guise of witchcraft used by those cultists that say the Moon Goddess speaks to them. This girl is crazy, got it. "I am sorry, Juniper. I know not what you speak. We do not have fat mates in this pack." I raise my hands in a bit of a defensive manner, hoping to not have to deal with a fanatic zealot first thing in the morning.

She was both beautiful and intelligent which are both traits revered in the werewolf community. Despite the fact that my father was blessed with a brilliant child who could honor him at any time or place. It was still not enough for him; he wanted a boy. My mother was unexpectedly expecting twins. Considering that werewolves typically have larger infants, twins are relatively uncommon in the werewolf world. Even still, my father continued to provide for my mother's necessities and show her support. Little did he know that his excitement would soon turn to anger and despair. The pack took great pride in Luna giving birth to twins. Everyone was thrilled, and the fact that my mother gave birth

The fear was already there between us not crushing. Morning came soon. Mara was waiting for us in a stone chamber deep under the pack house one that was rarely used. The air was cool and damp, smelling of earth and herbs. Candles burned in a circle on the floor. Old scrolls were spread out on a table. Mara looked smaller than usual her face lined with worry. This ritual is old she said as we entered. Older than most of our records. It uses the mate bond as an anchor. Your love for each other will be the light that burns the seed out.. It will hurt. The seed will fight. It may show you things designed to break you. You must hold onto each other no matter what you see.

“She’s of age. A virgin. Her womb is not touched by magic or man—” “She looks more like a starved servant, are you sure she's your daughter?” Cole scoffed. “You sure this one’s not cursed?” "Cole." I called my Beta in warning as that was a sarcastic question. Everyone knew Lilith was cursed. Rumors had it that at nineteen she had seven dead mates. Who had that number of mates in three years I didn't know, but when I felt the need for a surrogate when my beautiful Luna Rachael could not conceive, I felt a strong urge to come for her.

Mirage’s P.O.V “Why?” I screamed, my voice scrubbed raw as I looked at the woman I was a splitting image of. “Why do I have to follow you around all this time? Why can’t I just…stop! I’m fed up of all this, mom! I just want this to end!” Maya Alejandro, former beta to the Dark Water pack, a powerful wolf who had lost everything in the name of love, and the woman who was my mother…slapped me across the face.