Novel & Cerita Zira Simba

“Come on! Don’t just stand there looking aggrieved. If you’re not coming to me, I'll go to you!” The leader stayed where she was, still poised to fight. Taking it as an invitation to attack, Zira went full offensive. She could tell that the leader was trying to turn the tide in her favour by mimicking what Zira did. So, Zira returned the favour. She attacked in a similar way that the leader had done, except her reflexes, speed, and strength were better. The bystanders cocked their heads in confusion. They could not quite make out why the fight felt odd.

defending author, Zera

she retorted. Ocean came to a stop at the reveal of the idea. It was not bad but it was risky. Again, she was showing me that she had no fear of danger. She was not like the typical princesses or daughters of Alphas. She was a different breed and she was intriguing me every day. "I have better chances of survival if I pretend to be you. After all, I'm the daughter of the Alpha King and I have recently been mate to the Beta's son. I don't think the White Cobra would want to risk becoming an enemy of both powerful men," Zira stated.

She said finding the strength to stand back up. She lifted one arm towards Lylah and Nelly and started to chant. It was time to take action. Simba rushed to her whilst battling a few vamps on the way. It jumped higher than it ever had before, avoiding the commotion beneath me, landing just in front of the witch, exposing my teeth. Here is the link to my facebook fan page https://www.facebook.com/rishanovel/

“She’s also sending messages.” Krager frowned. “To who?” Zira’s answer came without hesitation. “Her birth clan.” The words hit like a blow. “The Crescent Fangs.” Krager’s expression darkened immediately. “Rivals of Silvercrest.” “Yes.” A slow, heavy realization settled in. “She’s planning something bigger,” I said. “Yes.” “She doesn’t just want control of Clay.” “No.” “She wants control of Silvercrest.” Zira nodded. “And she’s using the chaos to make it happen.”

Camila I stared at the mirror unsure if the person I was looking at was me. My long black was braided a tone side and left to rest on the other side of my shoulder, my brown eyes were bright yet had a sad gleam to them. I wore a long handless black gown that had a long slit, up to my knee. I applied some lipstick and paired my outfit with a silver pair of high heels.

Samiya’s POV “I would be the man who could go on runs with my mate and allow us to fully bond as werewolves. I would be the man who played the harp a little more than he should. I would be the man who buried himself in books and screamed his crazy ideologies out to the world. I would be the man who travelled a little more than he should. I would be the man who prided himself on meeting people from all walks of life and the man who immersed himself in as much culture as he could. I would be the man who lived with a lot less fear than he should… I think that is who I would be, Samiya,” Zain explained in a tone so sharp it had the power to cut through any air of uncertainty in the room.

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,

ZARA When I woke up, the sun was rising, and Bryan are is already awake and waiting for me. We eat a bit of the leftovers from last night, and then he tells me to go undress and wash up in the river before I shift into Sierra's form. I do as I am told, and when I am shifted, we run.

Sarim, as with most Taalib Duma’s, did not trust vampires not of African descent. Generations ago, European vampires enslaved other African minority tribes and used the tribe’s women. This was how the Imvura tribe originated. Some of them even looked Caucasian, a fact unnerving many Taalib’s. The Imvura leader, Zanhoden, looked exactly like a Caucasian male. He had short blond hair and blue-green eyes. Strangely, his parents were both of African descent. Sarim chuckled. He had given Zanhoden the nickname “the devil’s prince.” Since most of his tribemen considered the Imvuras devils, the title seemed fitting.