Zola Novels & Stories

The supreme dark-priest asked. “I will.” Veronica said with pride hinted on her voice. “Will you honor the duty and responsibilities that it will take you to be Queen, and do you do so willingly take this crown as yours?” The supreme dark-priest once again asked. “I will, and do so willingly what it takes to be Queen.” Veronica answered once more. “Then I declare you,” the supreme dark-priest said and she place the crown on the top of Veronica’s head, “Veronica Lorraine Glaiza Elizabeth Vane, The Queen of Dexo Fernia.” The crown was placed above Veronica’s head.

she said smiling, this woman never frowns! "Alright then ,I'd like to see my mother " I demanded " Go through this door , you would see joan in the garden ask her to lead you there " I went through the door at the kitchen end , I found myself in the biggest garden I've seen all my life , there were many beautiful flowers and fruits , I saw joan with a blue apron tied around her neck , watering a very tender hibiscus plant , the watering can looked almost too big for her .

And even without trying, she looked seductive to want to make her mine. “You are not useless,”I said with a straight face. She stared at me, warmth flickering in her eyes. Her fingers twitched as she pressed her lips together and blinked down on her feet. “Now go! Go change your clothes,” I cleared my throat, brushing past her as she looked down on the flour covering her apron. “I will,” she muttered. Breakfast came a little later than usual, but after I had taken breakfast, I left for work. My drive to my company was smooth. Soon, I got to my head quarters, Krull enterprises, it towered over the city skyline, almost hard to miss even if you weren't looking into details.

I say deflating in seconds. After a short cab ride, all three of us are standing at the ruins of a blown-up bus, although there are nobodies lying around on the street you can still see the bloodstains from where they were, the whole area has been cordoned off, there are still police and investigators looking around so there's not much chance of us being able to get near the site without being spotted, I stand at the edge of the tape, close my eyes and take in as much air as I can, I breathe deeply trying to concentrate on the smell around me but all I'm getting is the scent of the humans around me and burnt remains of the explosion

It always gave me a sense of pride, I was extremely proud of myself. I was greeted by Zaria as soon as I walked through the door. "Hey boss." She greeted me. "Hey girl. How are the kids? Is that baby baby keeping you up all night?" I asked. "She's doing fine. Only time she cries is when I'm not giving her enough attention. I should've have waited ten years to have another baby. That girl is spoiled rotten." She replied.

"Bah! Why drag up that badland disgrace on a night of triumph?" Chief Obinna Okafor drowns his silver goblet of iron-laced blood-wine, his eyes flashing yellow as he turns his back on me to glare at his male partner, Kieran Ashford. "Zanele was a wild, unbonded stray. She never understood the bloodline discipline of the Okafor Moonfang Clan. She died like a rogue in the badlands, and she certainly doesn't deserve my mourning."

Zola rushed over with some paper towels to clean up the mess on my feet. I had a moment of confusion like someone had ripped open an old scar in my heart that hadn't healed yet. Blood seemed to drip from somewhere deep inside me. I looked down at my feet, my brows knitted. What was happening to me? This was someone else's story. Why did it feel so personal? I shook my head, trying to regain my composure. "I am fine. What happened to them later?" Zola threw away the paper towel. After making sure I was okay, she sat back down and continued, "That became Andrea's biggest scar. She seemed like a completely different person after gi

Then repeat. "Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in." I froze, the plate in hand hovering over the table. Zane stood in the doorway, his bulky arms crossed, a smirk on his face that I always wished I could wipe off. He was a huge one, easily 6'4, with the kind of muscles that came from months and years of dedicated training. Dark hair, darker eyes "Zane," I acknowledged quietly, setting down the plate. "Is that all you have to say?" He pushed off the doorframe and confidently sauntered into the room. "After you humiliated Eleora today?"

Killian had his pupils dilated when he told me Zelda Amanita's name. We crossed the red terrain and the mountain was behind us. I turned around to look back. Nothing. No mountain. It was gone! There was nothing except the endless red. The red of sand. The red of the sky. The red of passing air. And maybe the red of danger. “You seem like you know Zelda Amanita!” I asked Baspo. “She is The Zelda Amanita, Luna. And she goes by Madame Zelda. Very powerful, vengeful, and strong. Madame Zelda never misses anything. They say that she can look into your soul.” Baspo said. He must have exaggerated. I shrugged it.

ZION "Zion, for fucks sakes. Can't you keep your hands to yourself," Kendra fumed as she swatted my fingers away from her, "Didn't your mama teach you not to mess with a black girl's weave!" The scowl on her face amused me as well the red weave she decided to get during the weekend.