Zira Simba Novels & Stories

The pack members exchanged curious glances at the unexpected leadership transition, while Simon shared a triumphant grin with Zane and Ciara. In the next moment, Ciara sauntered over, a maternity report in hand, her fingers entwined with Zane’s. She tossed the paper at me and declared loudly, “Leia, you might not believe this, but I am actually Simon’s biological mother. The fertilized egg I had planted in your womb back then is my child with Zane. You’ve occupied the role of Simon’s mother for far too long. Now, it’s time for you to step aside and let the real family of three reunite.” Her bombshell sent shockwaves through the pack, prompting immediate criticism of Ciara for her boldness an

I have never heard of a wolf and witch hybrid before, but I guess they exist. “How do you know her name?” Adrain asked. Felix didn’t reply to him; his eyes were completely on the girl. She looks young; has fair skin and midnight black hair. Short and wearing a black leader jumpsuit, and her lips are painted red. She is beautiful—extremely beautiful. She smiled at everyone, bowing her head. “Good morning, your majesty; hello everyone, my name is Zira, although you already know that,” she said, smiling softly. Nobody was talking, and the silence was unbearable.

You can never really change some people’s minds, no matter how good you are. In recent years, Zira has been taking her princess practise earnestly. She is the only heir to the kingdom, so she has to take them seriously and also be protected. I have been all over the supernatural kingdom, looking for what to do with my sudden barrenness, but they all said the same thing: my womb is damaged beyond control. But I haven’t given up, even though I am left disappointed after every visit. It’s not like Asher has been pressuring me about children, but I know the elders are already conspiring; they are planning something. I guess some people will forever remain ungrateful.

"Silver doesn't work on you?" "I absorbed the immunity from Subject Nineteen. He could touch silver without pain. Now so can I." Kira stepped through the bent bars into Zara's cell. "I've absorbed forty three different abilities. Strength. Speed. Healing. Immunity to silver. Resistance to fire. Enhanced senses. Each kill makes me stronger." She grabbed Zara by the throat, lifting her off the ground despite the silver chains. "And now I'm here for yours." "Kira, wait!" Elena screamed from her cell. "I'm your mother! Please!"

“I won’t laugh. I do understand. I used to believe in it too, but now I don’t think I am worthy of it.” Zira diverted her gaze, but not before I noticed her eyes were filled with tears again. I almost opened my mouth to tell her she was worthy, but before I had the chance, she spoke again. “So,” Zira sniffled and blew a breath out, as she forced her tears to recede, and a fake smile lit up her face. “I guess it doesn’t hurt to pretend to be your mate. At least I can help you until you find true love. In the meantime, I can improve my life. As long as you are getting something out of this deal, it will be worth it.”

asked Zack, he smiles, Zack called the stewards and the three girls, Mimi, Rachel, and 'Tara made their request of the types of meal individually, they all eat, wine and dine, three of them were at the restaurant chatting till Zack remembered that he needs to buy some leather sanders, he asked the girls, "how long have you been in this hotel, okay sorry, how long have you been in Johannesburg?" asked Zack, he smiles, "am a South African, so I was born and brought up here but I have been to many places outside the world and Nigeria is my next target" replied Mimi,

* * * * * * * * Mila’s POV Since the moment that fucking twit has walked into this University I could feel Zane drawing away from me. I have despised that whore ever since we were little kids. Zane has always been more attentive towards her, making me so bloody jealous of her. Even though she is nothing compared to me. I got breast implants just because I wanted to have big breasts like her, but my behind was still flatter than hers. Hopefully I can get it done soon as well.

Simon froze for two seconds before snarling in a trembling voice, "Who do you think you are? Kaylee is my mate!" Zachariah chuckled and retorted mockingly, "Who I am is none of your concern. All you need to know is that Kaylee is with me now." Rage consumed Simon, and he could no longer hold himself back. He shifted into his wolf form and lunged at Zachariah. Though Zachariah was young, he had trained in the wilderness for nearly a decade. So, his physical strength was unmatched. Within moments, he had pinned Simon to the ground. Simon could only struggle helplessly, unable to do anything about it.

But Zahra is my best friends little sister, yet there’s a connection- primal yet comforting, attraction that feels essential in a way I'm still trying to understand. As I mull over these thoughts, the dynamic shifts with the arrival of Zahra and her friends. We all tactfully ignore their red, puffy eyes—it's clear they've been shedding some tears. Once they settle in with us, the conversation gradually picks up, and to my relief, I find Zahra’s friends are both engaging and kind-hearted. Sienna, clearly the more extroverted due to her warrior lineage, exudes a certain confidence. Abby, on the other hand, seems quieter, a reflection of her omega heritage, but her longstanding friendship with

"You’re the Falcon scholarship girl, aren't you? The charity case from the mountains. I heard your village doesn't even have electricity. How are you going to study law when you probably can't even read a digital clock?" Zara set her fork down slowly. She stood up, her five-foot-five frame suddenly feeling much taller. She didn't raise her voice. She didn't move her hands. She simply looked Sia in the eye with a calm, analytical coldness that felt strangely like the man she had seen on the billboard—Aryan Knight.