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

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. 

Not all marriages in Spirit Walker are the same. There’s a difference between a marriage alliance and a contract marriage—and if you confuse the two, you’ll get chewed up by the system before you even know what hit you.

“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

This quiz contains emotional instability, questionable life choices, and mate-bond-level lust. Proceed only if you're ready to be emotionally dragged. Answer each question and keep track of your letters. Your fate awaits.

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.

In the Tokoloshe world, your Tokoloshe—the inner wild, instinctual self—knows before you do. She’ll rub under your skin. She’ll purr. She’ll growl. She’ll basically roll around like “Ma’am. This is the one. Mark them. Bite them. Climb them.”

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.