Who Is Zalama Novels & Stories

Damien said with a threatening gaze and I only gave a nonchalant gaze. He was stunned and I could tell he thought the sitting arrangement was a trap. They want me to get on the alpha's bad side and I would be punished but one thing they don't know is that I am Tehila Morrison Zulu. The first daughter of the Zulu empire. After a few minutes, I picked up the cup before me and poured myself a glass of wine. They all turned to look at me as I could tell no one eats before the alpha. Leo gave me a look to continue and that was all I needed.

Apart from the reduced arm, nothing else seemed to be wrong. “I thought you wouldn’t be able to use your magic,” Zara uttered her thoughts. “It’s not always about what you have but what you can do." A grunt escaped Alisha's lips as she tried to get up. “Now,” Alisha was finally on her feet, “tell me who you are.” Zaramanni was beginning to hate the woman’s persistence. What did she expect her to say? Claim that she is part of their universe? Was she supposed to tell her that humans back on Earth thought she was a freak?

“Tell me at once!” “Did he sleep with you?” Zaila asked in a very low voice, out of fear mixed with embarrassment. She continued to comb her hair. Mortified and scarlet till her ears, Amelia bit her lip. She didn’t look into Zaila’s eyes after that and Zaila braided her thick golden in a loose pleat that swung over her shoulders and then to the front over her chest. She wreathed in a few exquisite pink pearls in them. If Amelia was just a commoner a few days back, she was Xikoth’s queen and Queen of Xomor, the kingdom of hell. She looked mesmerizing.

***** Xandros, I gently called out to my sister, "Zyla, please have something to eat." She only glanced at the food I was having. Zyla is my younger sister and the legal wife of Zandro, the son of Skull, the esteemed first elder of the ZORNZON clan. She's been hiding from them because she can no longer bear the pain in her heart. I can't blame her, considering her unique power over memories and sadness. The intensity of her pain is far greater than what an ordinary person would experience.

Zane’s POV After noticing my deadly gaze on him, Beckham said something to the girl in his lap who stopped fucking him immediately as she threw a glance in my direction. When she met my eyes I could see that she didn’t recognise me at all and that’s how I knew it wasn’t my Amelia. I was sure she cannot be in a place like this. But then who is this woman? Amelia doesn’t even have a twin sister or anything? But this woman is an exact doppelganger of my Amelia.

Before they can understand what it was the ball of fire took the shape of a rectangular letter and a burning message reflected from it. The message was... 'I took you as a powerless kid of a powerful alpha, Ryley Shine. But I was wrong, you turned out to be a warrior. You fought me alone. I was impressed seeing how you freed Valen from my web. That was commendable enough. But you should know, you have come across a powerful entity that does not give up! I am Zalreth, who never experienced a defeat. Not in the past and never in the future. And that's why I am challenging you, Come have a fight with me.

He was sitting on the stage of the hall, on his respective throne. The ceiling of the hall was engraved in gold. The pillars were tall and had dragons made out of stones rolling around the pillars. His eyes widened and he stood up from his throne once he saw Megara walking towards him. "Blossom." He said, his pupils dilating and a wide smile spreading on his lips. "Uncle Zale," Megara said and stopped in front of the stairs. Zale is her deceased mother's brother. He is her respective uncle and had done so much for her. Even when she was being forced to go to the Linya Clan, Zale put up a lot of effort to somehow stop her from going but the rules were applied to everyone. Even though others

the Keydorian girl explained. “Accidentally?” Kwazili turned to the Clonovian girl sitting next to her. “I was the one who intentionally made Kwazili burn the forest. So I am actually the one who is most responsible.” The Clonovian girl answered simply. But that made Alisa even more curious. Seeing Alisa's confused expression, the silver-haired girl introduced herself. “Salamah malam, I am Petra Noor Zafeela, a land magical girl from Kuala Salatam.”

“You expect us to partner with you?” Zara met her gaze head-on. “I expect you to realize that your enemy wasn’t me. It was the system that created people like me.” Damien scoffed. “And you’re going to dismantle it?” “Yes,” Zara said. “With your help. Or without it.” The Real Agenda After Zara was escorted to a private room under heavy watch, Grace, Damien, and Jade huddled in the study. “This is a trap,” Damien said. “Has to be.”

I texted Zale, a good night message and slept with the hope of dreaming him. Zale Pov: I am in another office where I will deal with my underworld deals. I was going to meet one of the mafia heads for the deal. The shipment of drugs and guns will be transported from their place. I am sitting on my throne. In one hand I hold my drink and in another my cigar. I was looking at them. “salam Alaikum, Lucifer” said Mohammed Ali Mohammed Ali is one of the old and loyal acquaintances in my underworld business. Now the shipment is struck with the military of his country. I need to deal with his.