Code White Karma Novels & Stories

They ate in easy silence at first, but soon, she started asking him questions. Simple things. "What's your favorite movie?" He shrugged. "Don't have one." She gasped dramatically hands on her heart . "Blasphemy." He smirked. "What's yours?" "Easy. Baby ." He groaned. "Figures." She stuck out her tongue. " What's your favorite color?" Kane hesitated. "Black." She snorted. "That's not a color." His gaze darkened. "It is to me." Mona giggled, shaking her head. "Fine. Black it is."

The white card sat on the entryway table for three days before Chloe finally picked it up. She turned it over in her hands that morning while Vanessa showered, running her thumb along the embossed edge, reading Isabelle's name and a phone number printed in plain, unassuming type. It looked like nothing. A business card, forgettable, the kind you'd find in the bottom of a purse months from now and not remember why you'd kept it. And yet it had rewritten the shape of her entire life in four days.

Tresh said carelessly not moving from the couch. “Good afternoon Mr Red,” Amaya said with a formal tone Tresh has not heard in a while. “The Doc that domesticated the wild cat! You must have a pretty special pussy to pull that off,” Red responded with a grin. “That is inappropriate and rude,” Amaya said sternly giving him a cold stare. “Hey chill, it’s a compliment,” Red responded, lifting up his hands in a surrender mode. “I don’t know which planet considers what you just said a compliment. Now, excuse me,” Amaya said coldly leaving Tresh and Red exchanging looks.

I was sitting with the most powerful members of the organisation and the most brutal assassins in the country, yet I wasn't scared a bit. The generals were; Anthony Black a black American who was General Number Nine, had both genetic and body modifications, he was strong and very arrogant. John Grey was General Number Eight, and he wielded a katana, his skills followed up with his body modification made him exceptionally strong, but he had one problem he didn't know how to keep his mouth closed.

"I've already reported everything to the Werewolf Council. Murdering a Luna is a serious crime. I trust the Alpha King and the Council will handle this fairly." "What?!" Adam's face twisted with rage. Without warning, he shifted and went straight for an attack. "Stop!" I shouted, my heart racing as I lunged toward them. If Chris got hurt because of me, I wouldn't be able to live with myself. But to my surprise, Adam's sneak attack failed. Chris shifted too and pinned Adam firmly to the ground. I froze, staring in awe at Chris's wolf. It was pure white, its fur gleaming like fresh snow.

I flashed him a smile, heading back to whisk myself under the sheets. “Take it wherever you’re going. It’s a protective jade.” He yelled behind me. “Yes, sir!” It was impossible to carry such a stone all around. It had edges that fit up to a hexagon and a weird drawing of a yin-yang symbol, supposedly. The whole school would definitely think I’m some shaman trying to hold the females into some kind of fraternity. I walked past the monochrome-colored tiles, dropping the newspaper collection and the weird-looking stone on the dining table.

Since we can only communicate in short phrases, we make sure each phrase will tell us everything we need to know. Code Green: All clear Code Yellow: Send Backup Code Red: We’re being attacked Code Orange: We’ve been compromised Code Grey: Find somewhere to hide Code Purple: Encountered problems Code White: It’s a Trap Code Black: Dead In the past few hours, they had gone from a code green to purple, and now black. So I wasted no time shifting into my wolf, grabbing the bag and run through the forest, Darius quick behind me. "Kenj.. what's going on?" Darius questions.

' Zeke rarely conceded defeat in his area of expertise, but this wormhole-like reproduction and erosion of endless code, as far as he knew, could only be written by one person. The progress bar showed 99 percent, and because information transmission had microseconds of the inspection period, Zeke was now barely faster than the other side. He did not notice the atmosphere around him, which had become silent. Black Shark and Warbler looked at the almost blood-red screen and closed their eyes silently. 'It's over! It's all over!' Black Shark was now extremely regretful. His defense system was supposed to hold up for another three days or so, but now it was ruined by a brat.

I poured the rage into the wires. The monitors in the room didn't just flicker; they detonated. A wave of violet static washed over the racks, the code—Kael’s ancient Moon Pack cipher—bleeding into the Council’s encrypted stream. I wasn't just erasing their access; I was rewriting their history. I was replacing the "White Wolf’s Death Warrant" with a new line of code: [SUBJECT: THE PHOENIX. STATUS: SOVEREIGN. ACCESS: DENIED.]

With one last glance at the body crumpled in the dirt, I slipped back into the darkness, already plotting my next move. It was against the werewolf code it involve humans but damn, I needed that kill.