Sheba Magi Novels & Stories

The way sultana's eyes where soft talking about this Nuwaira I kinda wish I knew her but then I had to ask "Is the Magajiya some sort of a title, I thought is just a traditional name". "Traditional, yes but it also means that Magajiya is the most powerful person in the whole palace after the King, which means that whatever she said or do no one dares question her authority, except for the king". "Wow" I exclaimed "That's why Umma Magajiya does everything she wants and people follow even if they don't want". "Yeah, that's right, anyways rumors has it that after about 4years Umma Magajiya give birth to two children, her first daughter Aunty maryam and the second Aunty Fadila, which are two yea

he continued looking down, paying his respects to Mahira Mahira did not look at Tazz even once, the car drove off with her to the villa, she looked to her side to find a big bejewelled box. It had very traditional designs drawn upon it and was decorated with beautiful looking motifs and precious stones, It looked very ancestral in nature to her, on the top right corner something written in gold caught her eye, she bent towards it and read, the name Maghaba flashed as one of the street lights fell on it. Mahira wondered who was Maghaba, whoever she was, the tribals really loved and respected her, she thought.

Skylar asked her. “I do, Magi told me that her other mom was going to help Magi look for me when she got older. Magi doesn’t know about her father or what he did to me. I can’t stop seeing it every time I look at her. I don’t resent or hate her mom, but I am having a hard time looking at her. If Shaba and Josiah weren’t looking for her I would have just left her with those wolves.” She said.

Too slow. And still, he couldn’t let go. Across the nave, the guild gathered in low voices around the ruins of the old choir stalls. Arguments rose and fell like a tide. “We can’t take him back there,” one voice spat. “You saw what happened in the night. The shadows moved through him. He’s already lost.” “He’s not lost,” Maera hissed, clutching her scrolls to her chest like a shield. “The rite is real. I’ve read the records myself. He can be severed.”

"All this is fine. However, there is another aspect of this war which we cannot ignore. Shambala is a mystical kingdom, protected by powerful spells, and magical creatures. I have heard it's Oracle is quietly powerful." Anbir smirked," and very beautiful as well". The table roared with laughter. Tarekdeo smiled. "So how do we deal with a beautiful, powerful oracle?" Anbir nodded at Bhairav. Bhairav bowed and stood up. "She is not as powerful as me, my Lord, and she is not expert on my kind of magic, the forbidden Asuric magic."

Taking advantage while her husband was involved in solving a case, he took advantage of what Tsuki always said, getting ready. Wanted to show how Darkness said, as her husband's godfather said, Amasteus needed to get rid of a demon, an annoying, insistent, and troublesome demon, Sherman was no use, glad they got rid of him, anything, so, he took his head, after Maghdala, known as Megan in the West, in which he was the secretary of Athur the vizier.

The hag whispered, leaning in to whisper in my ear with her forked tongue so that I felt something slither on my neck briefly before her words sent a chill down the length of my spine. “I think it's a hybrid's done it, Mr. Bayes, a Magi. An abomination.” Ma Jules whispered and I inhaled a sharp, burning breath.

Leah made her way to the clear located in the center of Ray’s pack territory and landed a few feet away from where the magnificently decorated tables were set up. There were a lot of people present already. People were dancing to the music that was playing over the loud speaker and she could see little pups running around, weaving in between and underneath the tables. She could hear their excitement as they noticed her and ran over to greet her.

She’s going to expose Miranda and send her back to wherever she came from, or even make sure she’s executed for sure this time, then she’ll be out of their lives for good! She’s thought of every possible solution, and there’s only one nearby she could think of. Her name is Maggie, a middle-aged omega who is rumored to have supernatural soothsaying abilities, as most of her fortunes came true. Magic is not a very commonly used entity around here, but if there’s any chance at exposing Miranda for the snake she truly is, then she’ll have a go at it. Now that she’s left the packhouse, the only problem she’ll be encountering is how to find the soothsayer, as from word of mouth, no one has heard f

I was the changeling, I thought, dazed, as his words began to make sense. A siren changeling. My voice had magic. A different sort of magic to the sharp, bitter metallic tang of the mages. I possessed the sort of magic that lured ogres to sleep when lullabies were sung, and mages to spill their seed when I cried out in pleasure.