African Novels & Stories

She held up a grin, blood dripping from her mouth. "Let's do this…" I gulped down the last drops of blood from the bottle, sending her instructions with my eyes. The humans had all run into their homes, giving us a proper sight of the mountains. As we closed the gap between us and the mountain, I couldn't believe my eyes. Long silver rods stood at opposite ends, flames burning between them. A black seal held the silver bars in place, stopping it from opening. "Sire, we have to hurry; the inscriptions in the clouds have begun to fade." Sabrina let out. She was trying her best not to give up having only strength and agility alone.

James Streamer stared at the beautiful landscape, a mile away from him. His wispy blonde hair protruded from his brown trilby and covered some parts of his thick brownish eyes that were stretching to catch a glimpse at the beautiful terrain of Umuise. The year was 1873, more than a decade before the partition of Africa in a Berlin conference between 15 November 1884 – 26 February 1885. The meeting that saw the dark continent shredded into pieces and given to fellow European brothers.

My hand fell to his head as I lifted my hips silently begging, and he answered my pleas flicking his tongue against my clit. "Fuck," I moaned out as my back arched, my free hand moving to hold Cassi's keeping her next to me since her presence amplified everything I felt. Each swipe of his tongue pulled different reactions from my now submissive body, my legs drew closer against his head as my toes curled in anticipation. "Are you going to Cum for me?" Cassi whispered in my ear her words breaking me apart as I began cumming before them, my body shaking and he pulled away entering me immediately creating an entirely new feeling.

It has no deep indentations and very few well defined peninsulas. Africa is surrounded by major bodies of water such as the Mediterranean Sea in the north, the Red Sea in the northeast, the Atlantic Ocean in the west, and the Indian Ocean in the southeast. The coast, stretching 18,900 miles is largely level. There are few islands, Madagascar being the largest and the thirteen Canary islands being the largest group. The major landforms of Africa include the Nile River System, Atlas Mountains, Great Rift Valley, Sahel, Congo River Basin, Kalahari Desert, and the Sahara Desert.

ZION "Zion, for fucks sakes. Can't you keep your hands to yourself," Kendra fumed as she swatted my fingers away from her, "Didn't your mama teach you not to mess with a black girl's weave!" The scowl on her face amused me as well the red weave she decided to get during the weekend.

He's too sweet He looked at me Anibe: sweet? He's too sweet? I groaned Me: just face the road please Anibe: speaking of sweet, grandma made some food. Me: what food? Anibe: I don't know the name. But I know it's Nigerian food Me: how? We don't have any of the ingredients here Anibe: Unugwa, this isn't the US. It's The Philippines. These guys farm and they have lots and divas vegetables. They certainly can grow what grows in Africa

"hyperbolic!" "I swear, African parents don't take shit when it comes to education. By the way, you said your mum's 50 percent Cameroon blood, she ought to have told you this right?" "Ain't got time for all that shit bro. She got my siblings to listen to her preach about her childhood and stuff like that. Not my cup of tea."

Most settlements were destroyed this way as my grandmother told me, leaving only three large cities in the entire world, the Hawks which is around Asia, Haven Point in Africa and A****n in America; which is where I and Elsa stay. The rest of the world is dead, more like a forgotten desert with little or no presence of plant life or water. In A****n, we are all expected to belong to a particular group from age eighteen. Elsa and I turned eighteen a few weeks ago and we have to take the final test that will earn us spots in the Foraging group among the Farmers. We have been attending lessons all our lives and today we will no longer be students but working adults. We walk confidently to the Tr

However, deciding Brazil might be too risky to stay for long, we opt to move on to the next destination on Eliza's list: Africa. Africa surprises us. From the southern tip to the desert, there are no pack boundaries; it is simply called "The Republic." Encountering the animals and ancient tribes dating back to before the old world marks the beginning of Dean’s growing desire to stay in her ancestral homeland. However, she doesn’t leave us just yet.

Her mother had warned her sternly about dating white men. “Isioma, as you are going over to America, don’t bring any Oyinbo to this house o, Ke du?” she said tapping Isioma’s travel bag. To Mama, it wasn’t like being White was bad, but she was something black people would call pro-African: all her other boyfriends in previous times were black, tall, shiny-bearded, broad-shouldered. Notably was even Abdul who studied African History, and was very keen about his roots. He would often refuse to speak in English — except in situations where he had to. Oftentimes on campus, he wouldn’t wear anything without a touch of an

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