Assassination Karma Novels & Stories

So, outside of formation, when she saw him again, all those countless, unclear karmic burdens on him were things that got attached to him later? What on earth did I do wrong to have so many karmic burdens? Amelia only knew that in ancient times, maybe only those who committed the crime of massacring a whole city would have endless karma to pay back, and the obsessions of those dead souls would stick to the person who did the killing. But no matter how you looked at him, he didn't seem like someone who would massacre a whole city, especially since he was still such a fair-skinned, young boy right now.

Asha was a Beta and normally trained on the other side of the training field with the rest of the pack, unlike Layla who trained alone with Adrian because she was trained for a specific purpose. Ever since she could remember, Blake had made sure that she was trained by his best warriors, trained to be an assassin. From the time he had rescued her as a child, Blake told her how her entire family had been murdered by the Alpha of the Black Water Pack, Seth Black Water. Both her parents, along with the rest of her pack, had been slaughtered and wiped out by Alpha Seth and the Black Water Pack and Layla had sworn to take revenge for her parent’s deaths. She had trained for the last ten years for

Kiara grabbed them by their hair and took their black veil off . " You are the famous assassins ! If you didn't try to hit my brother and the prince maybe I would have forgiven you but since you behaved like some shitty guys , you leave me with no choice but to be extra mean to you . " said Kiara with a smile . " Wasn't this enough ?! " said another assassins . " This is far from enough cause I didn't have fun while fighting . Now , you shall compensate for this loss with a nice tatto on your ugly faces . " said Kiara with a smirk .

"That way I would know which one would take me to death and be able to avoid it.” "We never know when you're making a stupid choice until you're killed by her," Faye said, frowning. "And if by chance we wrote, your destiny would change. Don't you know how karma works, Arianna?” In fact, I didn't really know how karma worked in that world, but it seemed important to pretend that I did. "We know, though... That it is more than risky to let your death happen once again, "said Vraxlon, impassive. "If this time you came back without powers, without memories, it may mean that there will be no next time.”

That's reasonable enough for me to not feel any guilt toward his demise. Though I must admit, it was a shame that Bella… Arthur's daughter had to die with him in the fire because unlike her father, she was innocent and a very good human being. Her only fault was having a man who betrayed my trust and worked closely with the Magliolos as her father.

“Nina?” “An ancient assassin, she was killed based on Ryker’s orders after a trick that we pulled on her after she had lost her mind to her revenge. Regardless of the training that she once got, seeing Ryker in front of her almost every day made her lose her senses in wanting to get him killed regardless of the cost, and that would have cost my or Ezio’s lives” I said, explaining the situation. "And you chose your lives over hers?” She asked. I looked down at my feet before nodding.

Her other clone mocked her situation. "He kept his promise. Look what he did to you. He has broken you beyond repair." "Look Iris, what a pathetic girl you are." Her last clone screamed the truth that stabbed her mercilessly. "You fell for the man who had killed your parents, Iris. And that's the least punishment that karma can return to you." "No......" Pulling her hair with her fingers She screamed and kept on hitting the floor with her hand. "You all are liars. You all are." She cried in pain and hatred. She felt angry at herself itself for entangling herself in a forbidden matter.

Dresses aren't my thing. I'll pick a pair of jeans or sweats before I put on a dress. Dresses make me feel exposed and uncomfortable. I'm a warrior. I don't find killing myself to look good as a priority for the fact that I don't care about finding a mate. The mate bond is ridiculous, in my opinion. Falling for someone and losing yourself in them just because the Moon Goddess paired you two is utterly pathetic. Being an assassin, I learned that loving someone only leads to hurting them or yourself. Love makes people vulnerable and weak, and I want no part of it.

Below were the 100 IDs I'd chosen: KeyboardFury, NetJudge, GossipLover. Each had a red progress bar. Next to KeyboardFury showed [31/100]. Riccardo pointed at the screen, his lips trembling, as the app's rules appeared, cold and precise. [Core Rules: Each gift worth over $100 forces the recipient to absorb 0.1% of the giver's misfortune.] [Tigger: After 100 gifts, the recipient's accumulated misfortune hits critical mass and erupts within 72 hours.] [Misfortune Total: 100%.]

I spat bitterly. "You've got a point there." Ares said, "isn't it time for him to resign yet? He's like seventy, no?" I fought the urge to laugh at what he said before correcting, "He's fifty. I don't think he'll resign for another thirty years." We both stopped when we entered the hall. "See you around, il mio adorabile assassina." Ares said with a smirk. (My lovely killer/assassin) "That's a hell of a way to call a cold blooded assassin." I scoffed, my eyes darting around the place, looking for my father, ignoring all the eyes on me.