Aisha Clan-clan Novels & Stories

“She’s not part of any clan. Her family not only kicked her out, they also deregistered her. She’s been living without a clan since she was fourteen. She volunteers at an animal shelter and has a cat. She’s not like her kind. Her abilities are practically non-existent. She gets drunk very easily on human alcohol. She’s got a soft spot for animals, and she’s trying to put herself through school to become a vet. She’s very beautiful: red hair, green eyes. She’s also got a sweet smile…” Aisha’s grin grows broader with each sentence, and when I finish, she murmurs, “You’re well on your way to falling in love with her, Robert.” I want to deny it, but my wolf rumbles in approval at her assessment,

Austin’s Point of View I quickly rush to my car and drove home. I’m sorry, Crissy, that I had to leave you hanging. I need to get to the bottom of this. That scent was strong, and I recognize that scent and the symbol on the crow’s wing. It is the marking of the Volatile pack. Every pack has shapeshifters, and they are made enslaved people for the wolf packs. They depend on us wolves for protection; in return, they do all our dirty work. The Volatile pack is the one trying to take over my pack. How did they find us? We need to quiet him before he can report and reveal our location.

We hugged for a long time as Aisha welcomed me. " Oh my God, I'm sorry I'm late." A girl rushes in as she sits close to Aisha across from me and Sinclair. She looks like Aisha and the same girl I met at the ball who called me a slut because I was talking to Cage. Sasha I think. Aisha's daughter. Her braids are wrapped in a bun and she looks like she just got a tan. " Hey Mom. Hi, Sin." She greets. Sin? Not dad? She looks at me as she scowls. Great, she won't be fun.

They both knew that the price of peace was often steep, but it was a price they were willing to pay to secure their clan's future. The Gaia clan gathered in the central courtyard for a memorial ceremony. The air was thick with the weight of their collective grief, but there was also a sense of unity and determination. Elysia, Elara, Allan, and Lila stood with the rest of the clan, their faces reflecting the same mix of sorrow and resolve.

"I was gathering leverage. Every clan does this. You cannot survive in border politics without something to hold over the other side." "You were selling Ashford's security." "I was doing what you hired me to do. You wanted someone who understood border politics. You wanted someone who could play the game. I played it." Raven stood. "You are no longer part of this clan." Vera rose slowly, smoothing her dress. "You will regret this. I know more about your operations than anyone. If you remove me, I will make sure every clan in the border region knows exactly how vulnerable Ashford is."

He was really trying to avoid eye contact. "Guy no dey call me mumu na. Yarinyan no dey here na." (Guy, do not call me a fool. Aisha isn't here.) Tamuno said. He had given Aisha a nickname, "yarinyan" meaning girl in Hausa where Aisha is from. We all went to sit with them. "Jazzjo, How far na?" (Jasmine and Joan how are you?) That was how he referred to I and Jasmine.

Tessa called, “can you sit with me for a bit? We need to go over what we’ll say when we meet Ares. We have to be clear, united.” But Ayisha was curled up on the couch, phone glowing in her hands. She was smiling, thumbs flying over the screen. A giggle escaped her, light and girlish, startling even to her own ears. Tessa frowned. “What’s funny?” Ayisha waved her off, cheeks flushed. “Nothing, just—never mind.” The phone buzzed again. Ayisha tapped quickly, her grin widening. Tessa leaned back, exasperated. “Ayisha, this is important. We’re talking about Jamal, Kamal, Beauty, Pretty. We can’t afford to be distracted.”

She looked young, but I had a hunch she was as ancient as Khalia. "Well you are right dear one" Her hands found mine. "Khalia and I were friends during our childhood." My eyes widened in surprise. I didn't know the Helpers were capable of mind reading. "That's our gift, just like how the Visionaries are gifted with seeing the future." Her smile flourished. "We welcome you all to the Reeva Clan. My name is Reila" She hugged everyone of us. "Agatha!" Her eyes shot up, staring at Esther. "You have a remarkable resemblance to your mother."

"Do you really think I'm weak, Symon?" Just then, a second Aisha walked over from afar. Symon's jaw fell open at the sight of the two Aishas as he frowned. "You… You cultivated another clone? Well, that doesn't mean much! A clone is only ten percent as powerful as its owner, which means that you didn't actually grow much more powerful." "What do you think of this, then?" Black miasma appeared by Aisha's feet as she spoke, spiraling upwards and lifting her into the air.