Ayah Homo Novels & Stories

His smiled softly causing his laughter lines to wrinkle more, "I did more than grow my hair out because of you." "Why are you here?" Frowned a little worried for my life. "Last time I checked you were a hunter born and breed." "Now that is a long story for another time but right now we need to get you to your new home. If I am right you are Aden's missing Luna." His face held such a fatherly smile when he talked to me. His familiarness made me feel better about leaving and made my wolf cry out in joy for his presence. "I am so happy you are here-"

In English, the paragraph roughly translated too: 'Ions ago, a prophecy was written. A prophecy that would be the downfall of the three realms. Heaven, The realm of mortals, and Hell. The prophecy was known by very few immortal beings, an Angel by the name of Hebron saw the fate of a young boy who had not even been born yet. Hebron, along with his many other talents, was a seer. He could see what others couldn't through visions. A gift that was bestowed upon him when he was created. The Creator used this gift to benefit the realms, however, the gift couldn't assist with seeing Lucifer's rebellion before it took place.

she said brightly, and he nodded. "We're going to Silvan tomorrow," Amaria said. " It's really suspicious, Silvan is a small town but very rich in soil, they said the rich soil was a blessing from the spirit king of nature 'Gaia' that's why they have the healthiest fruits, vegetables and rear the healthiest animals, it has the highest exportation rate over the years because all the kingdoms under Ashmael Empire request goods from them yearly, I should know because I'm from there." Teresa stated

ODETTE After a close to eighteen-hour flight with two stops in between—one of which Gunnar had made, we landed in South Africa, in the province of KwaZulu-Natal. We were hauled up in a hotel room near the beach. The city we were staying in—from the little I had seen—was beautiful. Durban seemed to be filled with people of different races and ethnicity. It was different from what I had expected. Then again, I didn't know what to expect when Ace said we were going to a safe house. All I knew was that we wouldn't be staying at this hotel for very long.

I nodded readily. Daddy stretched his hand toward her. “I am Mr. Leo.” The woman smiled. “Amara. My name is Amara. And what’s your name, sweetie?” “I am Angel,” I introduced. “Angel. That fits you.” --- We entered the car as the woman directed Daddy to her beauty shop. “Is Africa a country?” I asked her. “No, sweetheart. It’s a continent. Fifty-four countries.” “Fifty-four!” My eyes went wide. “Do you know all of them?”

[SARAH and AMON l‍ook at⁠ each ot⁠her—t⁠he‍y’v​e di‍scuss‌ed this, d‍ecide⁠d​ weeks ago. SAR‍AH​: “A⁠ma‍ra. It means g‌race, eternal, e‌ve‌rlastin‍g. Amara Hope Kato.” AMON: “Ho⁠pe. Becaus​e we need it. Because we choose it‌.”

She said in a falsely sweet voice. The general of the Adom army was part Adom and part Sagol. He had dark hair and red eyes, sun-kissed skin bulging with muscles just like Adom people were famous for, the only thing differentiating him from his kind being the black horn that peeked out of the left side of his forehead.

Ivanka pointed to Zehra. “You’re South Indian?” Nora asked. Seema looked surprised. “No. I’m Seema Singh, North Indian.” “Singh? So you’re...” “Yea, I’m Sikh,” “Really? You look healthy to me,” Zehra said and Seema laughed. “I’m not sick, I’m Sikh,” Ivanka looked at her like she was bonkers and Seema rolled her eyes. “What’s your full name?” she asked Zehra. “Zehra Mahmood.”

Her hair was wavy and black and she was very beautiful. My body was weird to me. The upper half of my body was slightly curvy but not too much and once you got to my waist my legs were kind of small and I was very short and petite for my age. I had only b cup-sized boobs and my butt was average. I had brown hair that was extra long, freckles littering the area under my eyes and all over my nose and I often wore my circular glasses which I could barely see without. Last was Amber-Rose. Amber was a beautiful caramel colour and her hair was curly, dark brown and long going almost down to her waist. Amber is pretty and sweet and dresses smart yet casual, the perfect mix of femininity and beauty.

Daniel, her little brother, as usual was shoving handfuls of chicken wings into his mouth like a starved beast. Her mom had this tradition every time they moved. Emma and her brother had nicknamed it the ‘apology feasts’. It was a buffet of guilt. One Emma always enjoyed. The scent of garlic and curry clung to the air, thick enough to taste. It didn’t erase the sting of uprooting their lives again but Emma wasn’t about to turn down her mother’s signature crispy chicken wings or peppered steak. She slid into her chair, the legs scraping against the well-worn tiles.