Isaac Karma Novels & Stories

"Okay, I am Thanatos and poker face is Isekai in case of another time. "hmmm, what a name your other personality have, the second exam officially starts now," Emma said as she smiled at the group.

When I was released early from prison for good behavior, my three sisters showed up to pick me up with a dog collar in hand. Vivian Bennett, my eldest sister, held it out to me and said calmly, "Put it on. Don't take it off until we make it home. Pass this final test, and you'll officially become a Bennett." Claire Bennett, my second sister, patted me on the shoulder and sighed. "You've suffered these past seven years. But you smell awful. Go home and take a really good shower before you sit down for dinner." Natalie Bennett, my third sister, looked me up and down, frowning. "When did you get so skinny? I guess the collar suits you now." Seven years ago, they said something similar. Luc

"He gave you his actual colors? Isaac, that’s a fated-claim move in some packs. How intense is this guy?" "Like I told you, he's just dedicated to the prank," Isaac muttered, though his heart did a strange, lupine thud against his ribs. He felt the silver-haired woman's glare and raised his chin. "I'm still a Bobcat. Allegiance doesn't change because of a shirt." "Move it along, turncoat," Camila teased, snatching the tickets. She steered him toward the metal detectors. "Isaac, look at these rows. We’re so close to the glass we’ll be able to smell the pheromones when they shift."

Had they been hazy before or had she just not looked hard enough? "So," said Isaac, folding his hands on the table between them. "What did you want to start with?" "What are you playing at?" "Excuse me?" "I wouldn't say I felt anything for you so you start throwing girls away? I knew you were sadistic, but this is just depraved." Lavinia crossed her arms. Isaac sighed. "I didn't kill them for you." "Then what are you doing?" "How much do you know about my kind?"

“You may well do so. But I pose no danger to you. My contract with Malcolm and Brandon has ended, since they stopped paying me. I only want to find Regan.” “Why?” I ask. Samuel has calmed somewhat, though he’s still clinging to my shirt and burying his face in my shoulder. “Because I love her,” Isaac says simply. “We are meant to be mates. I know this in my heart.” “How do you even know Regan?” Nash asks. “She was sent to me to help in my mission. We worked together to create distractions and identify your pack’s weaknesses.” “Great,” Nash says. “So she was a traitor.”

ALVA The sound of the car engine roused me from my half-sleep as Nikolas pulled up in front of me. That was what I got for insisting I made breakfast for all three of us despite staying up super late the night before and playing a game of 'we aren't really strangers' with Nikolas. For me, it was some sort of escapism. When Nikolas got through to me, it always felt like I was betraying Charis' memory. At the same time, it felt wrong to continue to judge Klaus by actions he committed in the past when it was crystal clear he wasn't that sort of person anymore. I patted an equally sleepy Samuel and carried him in my arms. He had an appointment today, and while I wanted to follow him, I had schoo

He spoke shaking his head. “I’m sorry King Orrick,” Isaac apologized, hands clenched tightly on the hilt of his sword, “I can’t let this plan come to past.” Isaac is a fair slender young gentleman in his early twenties, having short dark curls with no sign of maturity in his looks. Isaac is also a Prince, heir to the throne of the second most powerful Western Kingdom, North Farancia and son to King Gorge Lupin. King Orrick gazed closely behind Jerrod and set his eyes on two young men clad in black armor stepping out of the forest, one was huge and timid looking the other was lean and sick looking, having the gaze of a dying man.

Was he actually getting better, or was he just being molded back into the monster the board members wanted him to be? ​"Ready?" Monica asked, her hand on the door handle. ​I looked at my reflection in the glass one last time. The girl from the island was still there, but she was learning to wear a mask of her own. "Ready." ​As we walked toward the executive elevators to meet the man who was no longer Luke, I realized that the "Cromwell Legacy" wasn't just a company name. It was a prison. And as the doors slid open, I saw him standing there, surrounded by assistants and lawyers, looking every bit the cold, arrogant king they said he was.

Grandfather was asking me to give it to Valdemar, it’s already with Emperor Hadrian. Isabella’s eyes widened. Catherine was determined to be Hadrian’s bride that she gave the family’s keepsake to him. With that, she knows what her daughter wants to do – what she needs to do. She looked sadly at her daughter. ‘I cannot marry Valdemar.’ Catherine said straightforwardly. ‘I love Hadrian.’ Isabella was not surprised at what she heard from her daughter; she always knew her daughter loves the young emperor. ‘I know, dear.’ The older Princess answered.

“Then they threatened my little sister, Alpha. I…” I didn’t miss his slip-up, though. “Who is this she, Isaak?” He gulped. “The leader of the rogues, Alpha.” I squinted at him, sure he was still hiding something. “Did she threaten you?” “Sort of.” He shifted his weight. “She approached me first, said she’d make it worth my while if I helped. She said she knew all sorts of healing magic that would help me in my career. I said I didn’t believe her, and even if I did I wanted to earn my position legitimately, without using risky spells. The only magic I know of is the magic that shifts our forms, and the magic of the portals. Anything else is too experimental, too dangerous. I would never use i