Akela Jungle Book Novels & Stories

She tried to stay silent, holding back her overwhelming curiosity. “Is Daddy coming too?” “No.” “Mommy Panda?” “No, not her either. Just you, Mommy Ava, and Daddy Hores. You’ll go for a walk like when Daddy took you to Kashmir, okay?” Aceli shook her head slightly, then looked down. “Aceli wants to go for a walk with Daddy King and Mommy Panda only.” Her tiny lips suddenly puckered in a pout. It must have been incredibly frustrating for Kingston. His face leaned close to Aceli’s cheek, gently nibbling, but Aceli immediately whined in anger.

A curious Laura asked, "Was the other guy she was mated to a high-up in the food chain?" Akila did not respond to the question. "He's a drunk and always very violent. I wanted for my family to leave and go in search of my brother and Our Uncle.

Elizabeth’s POV I’m not concerned about my safety here, I want to get out. Dammit! “You shouldn’t worry about your safety here.” Alexa adds, with a note of pride. “The men are also top tiers. You should come see them sometime when they train.” She blushes and resumes walking. Damn. There’s no way for me to escape from this hell. “But how come… are we in a jungle?” I drag my feet after her. She giggles. “It’s an estate. A veryyyyy big one. And Mr. Ethan owns the estate.” She lays emphasis on ‘very’.

Making such creatures work for someone would be an amazing feat - a sick, yet a success that was hard to achieve. Still, it looked like someone had succeeded. The first rogue leaped right at me. His followers imitated him, aiming at the alpha, and the other council members. Squinting at the attacking rogue, Akela crouched, ready to jump and when the time was perfect, he did. The attacker landed in the mud. Akela clamped his jaw on the rogue's throat, piercing his razor sharp teeth into its flesh. His blood spilled into his mouth. Its salty-metallic taste seemed to fuel Akela's instinct to fight.

He just found a person who could make use of these books, yet the person immediately looked down upon it. Before Alek Cider could speak and express what she observed, Toro raised his hand. “Quinn, Alek could not comprehend anything from the book. She would most likely stare at it for who knows how many days but still couldn’t learn anything from it.” Alek Cider glared at Toro. She pursed her lips as she grabbed a small book from under the refectory table. “I finished this in an hour!” She proudly exclaimed. Her tranquil eyes finally showed a different set of emotion-- embarrassment.

Images crash into me like a wave. I see Alejandro, kneeling in snow. A leaf shaped like a blade. A whisper on the wind: “Veinleaf.” My eyes fly open. “He’s reached Alaska,” I murmur. Koa does not question it. He lowers his staff and offers me a bottle of water. “Then we keep going. Train. Channel. Prepare. Because when he returns…”

"Let go of the baby!" Someone appeared from the dark side of the street approaching the kuntilanak. The person swiftly pushed the kuntilanak, beat her until the kuntilanak screamed shrilly while snatching the baby in the kuntilanak's hand. Alif was astonished at the sight in front of him. Kumara bravely fought the kuntilanak and saved the baby from the kuntilanak's hand. Kuntilanak growled and raised his hand to attack Kumara. Wants to snatch the baby from Kumara again. However, Kumara didn't dodge and run. Kuntilanak flew after her.

I moved to stand beside him, not too close, but close enough to see what he was looking at. The forest. Dark. Still. Too still. “They’re out there,” I said. “They never left.” “That’s creepy.” “That’s war.” I wrapped my arms around myself again, staring into the trees. “I don’t belong here,” I said quietly. Kael didn’t respond immediately. Good. Because I didn’t want a quick answer. I wanted a real one. “You don’t belong out there either,” he said after a moment. “That’s not comforting.” “It’s not meant to be.”

It was a vision of discovery, both of the external world and the inner realms of her own being. Kamila, sensing Cynthia's determination, offered her insights. "Miss Cynthia," she said gently, "the journey to the royal jungle is not merely a physical one. It's a journey of the spirit, a quest for understanding and connection. The jungle is a place where one can find answers, but it's also a place where one must listen."