Zaki Hausa Novel 1 Novels & Stories

hushed out " Good day ma, welcome" Kaima great "hmm... thank you" glare at her joined Alisha. in the living room Fatima walks, her eyes so dime and scary, burning with anger" Alisha! Alisha!!, where is this girl" she yell furiously, Alisha rush in trembling in fear " what, where you doing there?" she roars in Hausa language " Mommy, we were just chatting" she whispered in Hausa language, Fatima eye mounted fear in her, she taught she would hit her

the head hazer earnestly asked with his intent eyes on Zack. "I don't, but I can work harder for them" Zack firmly replied without looking at the head hazer. The head hazer become quiet for a long moment and just continued to stare at the freshmen and Zack alternately. "Then, maybe I can also work harder with you" the head hazer mumbled as he reached his hand towards Zack. "Your book" the head hazer requested for Zack's book which Zack handed hesitantly. The head hazer opened the book and stared at it for a moment before he fished out his pen and started to write something while the whole field become eerily quiet.

His face was pale, but what struck me most was the unmistakable look of fear twisting his features. Hosea. The King’s scribe. Keeper of the pack’s library. The one who carried the stories of their lineage, their histories, their secrets. I remembered him. And that fear—so raw, so unmasked—made my stomach tighten. He stumbled forward as if in a trance, his frail body pulled by something stronger than will. His trembling hand rose, pointing at the beast, his lips parting around a gasp that cut the silence in two. “It is a Zikhona.”

Ava’s POV Sleep was a stranger that night. I had tossed and turned until the moon itself had traveled halfway across the sky, the glow through my curtains mocking my exhaustion. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, as though aware of my turmoil but refusing to share its calm with me. Every breath in the dark felt stifling, every thought circling back to Diego, to Sage, to the chains of my family’s expectations. I finally pushed the covers off with a sigh and padded to my balcony doors. The air outside was cool and heavy with the faint scent of rain. The courtyard below looked peaceful, but peace was the last thing inside me.

The air in the room grew heavy, charged with a static that made the hair on my arms stand up. “Caska?” It was Kai’s voice, deep, resonant, and laced with a rare note of alarm. My eyes followed the crowd’s gaze to the center of the hall. The Seer, Caska, stood frozen. She was the pack’s shield, a woman of terrifying, mysterious power. Usually, she was the picture of composure, but now her eyes had rolled back, showing nothing but a blinding, milky white. A cold shiver raced down my spine. Something inside me, something ancient and dormant, stirred in response to her trance. I felt a pull in my gut, a golden tether tightening. I didn’t like the eerie feeling.

Zack said, and two of them walked out of the house, and they strolled the crescent up and down, and they returned home, The following day, early In the morning, 'Tara called Zack's mom, "hello 'Tara, how are you?" Zack's mom asked, "I'm good ma" 'Tara retorted, "Can I ask you a few questions?" Zack's mom asked, "Yes ma, you are free to ask me any questions" 'Tara retorted, "Which tribe are you, and which state?" Zack's mom. asked, "I'm from Epe In Lagos state" 'Tara said,

*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** I got to Zainab’s house around 4pm that day. ** 😮 Chisos!!! See fence!** The fence of the building was so high that you could use the blocks to construct a 5-bedroom apartment. **Na wa for all these hausa men sha…** Zainab came to the car to welcome me. She was putting on a jean skirt and black top. No scarf, no hijab. **Omo see bobi!** She: Welcome sir… Me: Thanks… You have a very fine house o, it looks like a resort centre…

Felecia whispered through pants of pain "Now we are getting to the good part. Since this new naive generation have no idea who the damned are, I'll do the honors of telling them.”