Akela Jungle Book Novels & Stories

"Tell us, Aunt Kayla, how do we navigate through the forest? And what challenges will we face?" Aunt Kayla smiled, a spark of excitement gleaming in her eyes. "The forest possesses its own language, my dear Lola. You must listen closely to the rustling leaves, the murmurs of the wind, and the whispers of the creatures. They will guide you towards the hidden path that leads to the Forbidden Scroll." Erin furrowed her brows in concentration. "And what about the challenges, Aunt Kayla? What should we expect?" Aunt Kayla's expression turned serious. "The forest is a living entity, my dear Erin. It will test your courage, intelligence, and resourcefulness. You may encounter riddles that need solv

Kareela is the elder's great-granddaughter. We went inside a room where old books are kept, there we saw an old lady holding a book that is the same size as the book of origin, and beside the old lady is the man who has wings. I held Zale by the end of his clothes and looked at him with a warning look and he just nodded out of submission. "You're here fated child of the goddess Tana and the fated child of the goddess Sedna, we would like to ask of you." I would like to just go out of this very room because this old lady is creeping the hell out of me. Her eyes are pure white, with no signs of the pupil or what-so-ever. Zale hid behind me, as if he can hide, he is basically taller than me.

Akela (Emily) I ignore him. The amusement in his voice is enough to tell me that he is intentionally provoking me. We walk in silence with the chipping of the birds filling the air and beautiful butterflies flapping their delicate wings all around us. It is a beautiful scenery, but I can’t keep quite anymore. “Your Highness, I think…” He cuts me off. “Call me Keano.” Kayl was right. This man is not here for any business.

"Let’s go. Night falls fast here, and we’ve got a long way to the Shelter." :~*~: As we walked, the boy kept up a steady stream of chatter. “A mole-beast paid a lot of meat for an Usher to guide a girl with our eyes through the jungle. That’s you, right?” “Kema?” I asked. “Like I care about names,” he scoffed. 'Kema cares for you, Jade,' Naila purred. 'Kema is our mate!' 'Calm down,' I warned, feeling the strange warmth of her emotions rise within me.

Akeeva just sighs because of her personal maid's naiveness and stares at the guy who's holding her right now. When, all of a sudden, a hazy memory begins to flashback. "Hey Grandma, what is that?" A kid, Akeeva, asks her grandma about the book that her grandma is holding. "This is our ancestor's book, which has been passed down through the generations." "Can I see what's inside it?" she asked.

Lunaya. Just as I lifted my feet to relax, a knock sounded at the door. I stood up and walked over, opening the door to find a teenage boy with our backpacks. “Hello, I’m Akela. I’ve brought your bags” he said handing me the first bag, “Thank you” I said as I took them and placed them by the door. I looked over the young boy. His blonde hair accentuated his sharp young features. He couldn’t be more than maybe sixteen. His face held characteristics of the Luna, Astéri.

"Yes she was powerful ,but she made a spell in the book which only Akila has entitled to do , and it drained life out of her , leaving the book cursed , Akila was devastated not only was peace and harmony gone ,but she couldn't control her own book anymore , everyone separated and became enemies ,the vampires went their own way ,the werewolves ,the elfs and even the fairies ,the underworld was in chaos ,the queen left with her twins and followers to earth the human world ,she told us to come along but we refused ,it was our fault and we needed recify our mistakes ,she left for earth with her children and people ,the rest who stayed help us build a territory for our selves ,we had encountered

“I’ll show you.” Akila places her hand on the ground and the kids watch fascinated like always. Akila’s eyes glow as what appears to be some sort of cactus appears in front of her with weird pink things sprouting on it. Akila picks one and peals back the skin, revealing this white fruit with black seeds in it. “Here, try it.”

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the dense forest. Akira knelt on the ground, her fingers delicately brushing through the underbrush as she gathered herbs for her healing salves. "Just a little soup won't do some harm," she muttered, "They will have to manage this before I can get back to the market," she grunted. A soft cry broke her train of thoughts. She paused, her heart skipping a beat. The cry echoed again, clearer this time. Akira tilted her head, straining to listen. It was a pup’s cry.