Code White Karma Novels & Stories

No attempts to fix it. Just silent company in the dark.

THREAT LEVEL: CRITICAL (INTERNAL CORRUPTION). "Jade, the gas," Enzo warned, his voice straining. He coughed, the white mist of the nitrogen beginning to swirl around his boots. "Almost... there..." I gritted my teeth, my vision beginning to tunnel from the lack of oxygen. I injected the final "Null-Logic" worm—the piece of code I had been perfecting since the Cicero basement. It wasn't a delete command. It was a "Release." I hit the 'Enter' key with the last of my strength.

He lost weight, his cheeks hollowed, and dark circles were etched under his eyes. He gasps for breath, extending his hand towards me, but I don't reach out to take it. Sitting at the edge of the bed, I maintain my composure and ask, "What's ailing you?" "Karma," he replies with a chuckle that transitions into a harsh cough. "Karkinos.” Karkinos is a sickness for werewolves that has no cure. No magic could heal it. It will eat your system until you die. “I deserve it for how I mistreated you."

Is Karma a real thing? Naah! He doesn’t think so. Yes, Evy is angry now, but everything will be back to normal once he asks for an apology. He knows her. She always forgives him. And he knows that she will forgive him again. But first, he needs to give her some space and let her calm down. Once she comes around, he will ask her for forgiveness, and they will be best friends again. Finally, Evelyn Brook, his best friend, is back.

She gets excited as she talks, face lighting up. “Coding standards?” “It’s the basic guidelines used when writing out the code to a new program.” Having reached my car, we stop. I turn my head down to meet Quinn’s gaze and raise an eyebrow. “I’m not even going to pretend to understand what you do.” She brings her shoulders up and smiles. “That’s okay. I don’t understand it either.” Her smile disappears the moment she realizes what she says, and the flush is back to her cheeks. “Actually I do. Obviously. Since it’s my job.”

I overrode the final critical flag with my highest personal code—the one that would leave a permanent personal audit trail if anyone ever looked hard enough. The screen went black for three endless heartbeats. Then green.

Sam gulped in fear, “I-I will take it back—“ “How rude are you to say that to me?” Sam jolted when hearing that backlash. His eyebrows furrowed when looking at the camera. He is panting when asking him, “do you know who are you bothering?! I have something to do and I have so many problems to solve—“ His words are interrupted when it sends again with his tongue licking his upper teeth. USER sends 1000 diamonds to the streamer. USER sends 1000 diamonds to the streamer.

The white wolf—the "Default Alpha"—didn't flinch as I lunged. It didn't have a heart to skip a beat; it only had a "Processing Unit." As my claws tore through its shoulder, there was no blood. Only a spray of jagged, blue light and the sound of a broken speaker. "**[ERROR: DAMAGE EXCEEDS MARKETABLE LIMITS,]**" the white wolf droned. It struck back with a speed that defied biology. Its paw hit my chest, and instead of a bruise, I felt a "Cold-Logic" seep into my bones. It was trying to "Rewrite" my pain into "Static."

Would he still love me if he knew who I truly was or the things I’d done? Would he still love me if he knew that I had spent the past decade as a karma dealer? Yes, you heard me right. I deal out karma for a living. I know it sounds complicated & a bit crazy, and sometimes it is, but I always enjoyed my work & I’ve made damn good money doing it. You'd be surprised how much a vindictive individual will pay to see you dish out karma to those that have wronged them. The only downside of my work is that I could never stay in any one place too long.