Black Sparrow  is a slow-burn revenge web series drenched in secrets, power plays, and quiet rage—set in a world where love is dangerous, loyalty is blurred, and survival means playing a game you didn’t ask to be in. At the heart of it all is Nala , a girl who buries her parents and her innocence on the same rainy afternoon. Taken in by a powerful family with blood-stained hands and too many secrets, she appears to be the quiet orphan under their protection. But Nala is not h

She walked into the club like she had somewhere to be. Head high. Spine like a blade. But everything in her body wanted to turn and leave. The bass hit her first—deep, reverberating. Then the heat. Then the eyes. But she didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink. She’d mastered the art of appearing unbothered. Tiffany Coetzee, Healing Shaman of the Rhino Totem. Daughter of a man she hadn’t spoken to in years. Bearer of a child she wasn’t sure she could raise. She smoothed her palm over her

Everyone thinks the Zodiacs are the centre of the story. Beautiful, broken, chosen. Flames in human skin. Water in rage form. Love stories with extra sparkles and trauma. But there’s another part. Someone has to keep them alive. Someone has to make sure they don’t burn the wrong things down — or drown themselves in their own chaos. That someone is me. My name is Tessa. I’m a descendant of the now-nonexistent mortal line of the Zodiacs — from their father’s side. My cousins al

“You always say that, Isaiah,” Onyano said. “But maybe our world isn’t a fairy tale.” Years passed. Then I got a message. Just her name. “Mana.” Like a whisper across a decade. I picked her up at the bus station. My Jaguar looked ridiculous parked next to the minibuses, but I didn’t care. I didn’t say anything. Just took her bags and got her checked into the nicest hotel I could find.

Everyone thinks the Zodiacs are the centre of the story. Beautiful, broken, chosen. Flames in human skin. Water in rage form. Love stories with extra sparkles and trauma. But there’s another part. Someone has to keep them alive. Someone has to make sure they don’t burn the wrong things down — or drown themselves in their own chaos. That someone is me. My name is Tessa. I’m a descendant of the now-nonexistent mortal line of the Zodiacs — from their father’s side. My cousins al

Dej In this universe, we don’t do love triangles. We do emotional battlefield tag-teams . In Tokoloshe , two Alpha energies pull readers into very different types of fantasies: Dej Desi — The Stoic Protector with a Tragic Core Six Vagavaga — The Charismatic General with Hidden Depths Both of them could ruin your peace. But only one will ruin it exactly the way you like . So… are you Team Six or Team Dej ? Let’s compare. ✧ Emotional Expression ✧ Dej: Silent. Brooding. Tra

Six will throw himself into danger to shield his people. He’ll bleed for his cousin. He’ll risk death for his troop. But when it comes to his own heart? He doesn’t believe anyone will catch him.

Imari’s strength is subtle. She’s not intimidating because she demands respect—she’s intimidating because she doesn’t need to. She’s the woman who walks into a room and recalibrates the energy.

Dej is the textbook Desi Alpha. Commanding. Fiercely loyal. Smells like oud and emotionally unavailable poetry. He wants to love Sasha fully—to be hers, to surrender, to build. But he’s fighting a code stitched into his bones. A belief that to need is to be weak. That protecting her means pushing her away. That his pain is his burden alone.

In the world I created, every Tokoloshe has an inner self—an instinctual, primal version of them that isn’t bound by human logic, only feeling and energy. It’s the spirit within. The truth that cannot be contained.