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

Nandile nervously swayed, her fingers fidgeting as she peered at the ends of her navy reed skirt that lay in three tiers. Even from here, she could hear the wild beat of drums, thrum of the bass guitar, and the cry of the trumpet as singers harmonised in time with the lively tempo. The energy crackled in the air, weaving itself into every fibre of the space, including her. 

Dark fantasy storytelling is a captivating genre that blends the eerie and supernatural with the fantastical. It invites readers into worlds where shadows loom large, heroes grapple with inner demons, and the line between good and evil blurs. To master this genre, writers must understand its unique elements and learn how to craft immersive, haunting narratives that resonate deeply. Understanding the Core Elements of Dark Fantasy Storytelling Dark fantasy storytelling thrives

What would the world look like if women held the power? Not borrowed power. Not conditional power. But the default. What if spirit inheritance passed from mother to daughter? What if the gatekeepers of power were women, and men had to navigate the systems they created? The Essence of Power It wasn’t about flipping the script to create fantasy wish-fulfilment. It was about pressure-testing the world. Because in ours, women are still silenced in too many places—politics, temple

“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

These bad gods demand sacrifices. And when they don’t get what they want? They ruin worlds.   Enter: the Zodiacs. Twelve children. Born of a goddess who once fell in love with a mortal. They were never meant to exist. But now they’re sworn to protect the realms, especially Earth.   Earth Is the Mission. Love Is the Test.  Once a year, each Zodiac child is allowed to visit Earth. It’s not a vacation. It’s a rite of passage.

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.

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.

The real-life Tokoloshe folklore has always fascinated me. These mysterious creatures that lurk at night, born of dark magic, mischief, and ancestral warning. But the way the stories were told—always from a place of fear, superstition, and silence—I couldn’t help but wonder… what if we rewrote the story?

Every dark fantasy world I write begins with a low, rhythmic, ancient heartbeat. It’s not something I create. It’s something I listen for. Before I write, I dig through myths, rituals, whispered superstitions, the ghosts of forgotten gods.