GEEGEE

In a world where magic reigns supreme and men hold dominion over women, Tapiwa harbors a simple dream: to marry a devoted husband and escape the oppressive shadows of her family. 
Growing up in a society where polygamy thrives and sibling rivalries can be deadly, she longed for a monogamous relationship and a place of her own. Yet, the perfect life she envisioned quickly spiraled into a decade-long nightmare, leading to a painful divorce that left her feeling lost and defeated.
Fleeing from her past and seeking solace away from the people she knew, Tapiwa lived a life without any purpose. 
However, her fate takes a remarkable turn when she saved an elderly woman, who bestowed upon her divine graces and newfound power. 
Armed with this celestial gift, Tapiwa embraced a second chance at life and vowed to challenge the norms that confine women to mere child bearers.
Determined to empower her fellow women—mages and non-mages alike—Tapiwa embarked on a courageous quest to ensure their voices are heard and their worth acknowledged. 
With unwavering resolve, she fought against societal constraints and fought for a future where women can thrive as the queens they were always meant to be. 
In a world that sought to silence her, Tapiwa became a beacon of strength, ready to confront any obstacle that stood in her way.

AGAINST ALL ODDS: HER SUPREMACY

"No~~~~~" the howls of a woman sounded from the temple and the guards keeping vigil outside, all hurriedly knelt down with their heads lowered.

They didn't dare utter a single word as the howls continued. They didn't know what was happening inside, but for that person to howl like that; it didn't seem to be ordinary.

Surely, the situation inside was nothing more than ordinary.

Anaya was on her knees, tears dripping down onto the floor with her palms facing upward and a faint dark mist dancing around her fingers.

The mist kept on becoming light, and that wasn't a good sign.

Some minutes ago, she was busy chanting a hymn from her previous world when she felt a painful pang in her heart. The stab was so painful; that it forced her to stop chanting.

She clutched her chest painfully, cussing whoever was playing tricks on her.

CHAPTER 457: ANANYA’S AGONY