Six princesses, each from a different corner of Africa, face off in a tournament held in the heart of Africa to determine who will become the next holder of a precious and powerful staff. As they prepare, they are faced with different challenges, from an unrequited love, to an internal struggle. Will one conquer, or will the staff fall into the hands of those who believe power belongs to the elder?
Long ago, before the white man descended upon Africa, it was a magical place filled with wonder and mysterious creatures and powerful people. When the men went to hunt and fight and talk amongst themselves, the women would stay at home, clean and gather fruits for their families. All was well, until an unknown entity began vibrating underneath their houses. The children began to return home from playing, crying and clutching their arms.
When the elders inspected, they found three punctures in the arms, completely surrounded by a purple pus, that oozed out like sticky molasses. Because they had never seen it before, the women decided it was a snake bite and they treated it as such. Then came a time when the children's health began to deteriorate and falter, eventually causing their deaths.
Perplexed and frustrated by the deaths of her only child, one woman called a meeting her village chief. She gathered all the women whose children had been taken by the purple bites. They all cried and begged the chief to do something about the animal that was depriving them of joy. The chief thought it over and payed no heed to their concerns.
"You cannot come to me and complain about the same snakes we have seen since before our ancestors. Be gone from me! Be gone women!"
There is a saying. A scorned woman is a dangerous woman and indeed she is. All the women whose hearts had gone with their children, held their own meeting that night.
"I heard, the same thing has happened in the other countries, far beyond our village, far beyond our country." whispered one woman.
"I heard that too-"
"What can we do? We cannot leave our village, forget leaving the country. The men would hunt us down and have us thrown into the pit."
"Who said we have to leave?"
For the rest of the night, they conspired and concocted a plan. Secretly, they let one woman leave the village in the silent cover of night. She went and invited all the women whose children had been snatched and in the following weeks, they returned, a group of six, including the escapee.
They retired to the mountain that overlooked the village and discussed the next part to avenging their children. Among the women, was a powerful shaman woman from a different country.
"I have a way to avenge them, and protect our future generations." She spoke up from under her head covering.
"Well, speak up. What of your plan?"
She peered up and sneered, causing an uncomfortable silence to fall upon the group.
"You will have to sacrifice something you hold dear to yourselves. You will have to give your lives."
They all gasped, a mix of disbelief and fear struck across their faces.
"So be it!" one of the women from the village below spoke up. "I will give my life willingly. Take it!"
The shaman woman laughed and produced a small dish from underneath her robes. She then revealed a small piece of flint and asked the woman for her arm. Once she had a firm grasp of the woman's arm, the shaman woman proceeded to carve out three small holes that resembled the puncture marks made by the creature that killed their children.
One by one, each woman was carved.
When she was done, she lifted the dish and proceeded to drink the blood that had dropped into it. She cackled and threw away her robes.
"Bwerani kwa ine, mizimu yayikulu kuchokera kuseri. ndithandizeni kubwezera amayiwa. tipatseni mphamvu! (Come to me, great spirits from beyond. help me avenge these women. give us power!)
Although the skies were clear, a single bolt of lightning struck the only tree near the mountain. The shaman woman walked toward it and returned to the women with a staff.
"We got carved...for a stick! Shaman woman I will-"
She did not get to finish that sentence, for she was struck down with a purple lightning.
"Shall we go and avenge our children now?" Asked the shaman woman as she kicked away at the charred corpse.
Betrayed by her mate and sister on the eve of her wedding, Makenna was handed to the ruthless Lycan Princes as a lover, her indifferent father ignoring her plight. Determined to escape and seek revenge, she captured the interest of the three Lycan princes, who desired her exclusively amid many admirers. This complicated her plans, trapping her and making her a rival to the future Lycan queen. Entwined in jealousy and vindictiveness, could Makenna achieve her vengeance in the intricate dance with the three princes?
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?
RATED 18+ (WARNING) - EXPLICIT SCENES. "Strip for me" the beastly alpha called, his voice echoed from his dark cell, causing a shiver to go down her body. She couldn't fight the way her body reacts to him. Her nipples harden from his touch. "I can smell your wetness omega" he mutters, his hands tracing under her skirt till he feels up her wet jeweled folds, causing a hiss from her lips as his fingers push in. He whispers to he ears, a voice filled the dangerous promise "you are mine" .******. Elise Aldermen is the daughter of the Silvernight Pack's chief alpha. She has waited her whole life for her marriage ceremony, hoping it would be the best day of her life. However, she gets the shock of a lifetime when her betrothed coldly rejects her and makes her a slave after finding out her true origins, even though they were already bound. Not Not only is she claimed to be a bastard on her mating day, but she is also disowned and rejected by her pack and mate. Elise's life turns into a nightmare as she is thrown into the dungeons as the cruel alpha's slave, only to be handed off to his greatest beastly champion, who dwells in the dark cells. Elise soon discovers that the beast she is now forced to be marked and bound to is more than a monster; this beastly alpha could also be her fated mate.
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."
In the fifth year of marriage, Rylan had an affair with a somewhat famous internet celebrity. His friends asked him, "If Stella finds out and wants a divorce and half of your assets, what will you do?" He laughed disdainfully while smoking, "Stella, she's just someone who throws herself at me, loves me to death, and can't leave me." Later, when I presented him with the divorce agreement, he cried and tried to hold on. But, cold wine can still be warmed, how can a cold heart be warmed?