Almeera Jiwa Novels & Stories

After nearly an hour’s hike, they turned up the last narrow track leading to Almera’s cave, where she lived the lone existence she preferred, close enough to the pack to mediate squabbles and provide the healing and auguring that were her specialties, yet far enough away to discourage drop-in visits. “Hope she’s not out running,” he said as they headed up the last ridge, which crested right before where the high hilltop flattened out in front of Almera’s cave. “She doesn’t go out with the pack every moon time, but will take a run now and then.” Aware of Pearl’s nerves—which were understandable given that she’d been raised on the human realm version of Realm of Red lore—he continued, “She’s a

His POV - My heart pounded in my chest as I observed her half-conscious state, struggling to utter her own name. Ameera. The sound reverberated in the air, fragile yet resolute. It was a plea for recognition, a desperate cry for salvation. I couldn't turn away from the depths of her vulnerability.

a male voice said. Alizeh let go and step back before saying, “I apologise, Jamie, my name is Alizeh and I am the air element!” Jamie gasped at the incredibly beautiful lady standing in front of her. Alizeh's had pure white hair that constantly kept moving around on its own. She had stunning light blue eyes and pure white skin. Alizeh was dressed in a grey silk dress that constantly moved.

Alma stood there in her new guise, still slightly unnerved by this unexpected transformation. Completely naked, she stumbled before getting back up. Without her fur, she was very cold. She looked like a bewitchingly beautiful young woman, with a slender figure and fluid movements that retained something of the animal agility from which she was descended. Her hair was a deep brown with golden highlights, gently wavy, falling over her shoulders with natural elegance. Her eyes, a piercing blue, seemed to capture every nuance of light, shining with an indomitable intensity.

said Elmina, “I am no longer Maajira.” The woman smiled. “You no longer hold the seat, but the title remains yours.” Elmina shook her head. “I have no right to keep it.” Keyla frowned. What did that mean? It was all very confusing. She turned to the woman behind the desk, intending to question her. Before she could speak, the Maajira said, “I am Vedila, Maajira of the Na’Himara.” She seated herself and kept her gaze on Keyla.

He lightly chuckled. “My apologies, Chief. But Malaika has become a water manipulator. She can wield the water extremely strong that even Axum fears it.” The chief put his hands on the wooden table before him as if his body had suddenly turned weak. Zuyesh’s jaw dropped, and it took a while before he regained his composure and turned to the commander. “My ultimate fear is happening… the prophecy!” “The prophecy?” Alleki’s forehead crumpled.

Now, Kumara and Doni's problems are added. Finally, something refreshed Alif. Like a mountain fountain watering his arid heart. W******p message from Ningtya Arum Bestari, the idol of the heart. [Assalamualaikum. Mas Alif have you eaten?] [Waalaikumsalam. All right, honey. Beautiful girl, have you eaten yet?] Then Ning replied with a shy smile emoticon. Alif smiled imagining the beautiful face of the girl in the hijab. Not satisfied with just exchanging WA messages, he hurriedly excused himself and made a video call with Ning.

"You all know. My son couldn't possibly have gone that low. He couldn't be in a relationship with such a slave!" "Almaera, help me!" I hissed and pleaded with her. But Almaera did not respond. She continued to touch and swirl around me in her wolf form. Almaera does have extraordinary abilities; she can find out who the father of this baby is just by touching and smelling the scent of the fetus that I am carrying. Almaera can smell the blood of Ivyari descendants, even the unborn. "The unborn baby is not a descendant of the Ivyari family nor Alarick's baby!" Almaera exclaimed.