Kara Undertale Novels & Stories

So the King won't be mad at him. "Very well," Garrett grunted, pointing to a circular dirt ring where a lower-ranking vanguard maiden named Kara was wiping sweat from her brow. "Kara. No weapons. Hand-to-hand combat. Test Luna's reflexes. Don't hold back, but don't break her." Rosalie stepped into the dirt ring, her heart pounding. Kara was a seasoned warrior, smaller than the Alphas but packed with dense, lethal muscle. "Begin," Garrett commanded.

"Taerus is trying to take over the land of the mundanes. He wants to control the whole universe. He's coming for you. He has a whole army of both demons and dark faeries" I clenched my jaw, annoyed. My uncle was clearly not contented with ruling the four lands. "I know you'll need every help you can get. I just want to let you know that I'm on your side" ************** DEVON Karla had left few hours earlier. She'd visited and we'd both spent some time in front of the TV, watching chick flicks and talking about my adventure in the fae kingdom. When I told my mum about my necromancy ability, She was shocked speechless. I think she has mixed feelings about my necromancy ability. Melvin stepped

I squealed, peppering kisses on his neck which had him groaning. “What?” I asked when he stopped his journey through the threshold. He sets me on my feet. And there I met eye to eye with Kara. She looked better than the last time I saw her. Her hair was back in its natural dark color. Her skin was paler, but there was a light in her eyes that I hadn’t seen before. ~~ “I’m sorry for coming here unannounced,” Kara explained, as I set a cup of chamomile tea on the table. Klaus left for the barn to give us a little privacy. “I was in the area and I wanted to say hi.”

I held my hands up at them and stayed still. “I’m Kara, Silas’s mate. I grew up in this pack, I’m not trying to run away. I’m just going to a small rock pond in a clearing farther into the forest. It used to be maintained by the old pack members with copious amounts of flowers. Is it still there?” I ask curiously. I could mind link them but I didn’t want to be rude.

The female wolf from the fight limps behind them, still bleeding from her ribs. "This is Kara," Marcus says, gesturing to her. "My second-in-command and the reason half these idiots are still alive." Kara shifts back to human form properly now, pulling on clothes from a nearby shelter. She's around twenty-five in human years, with short dark hair and a scar running from her eyebrow to her jaw. When she looks at Stark, her expression is pure disdain. "The vampire prince," she says, making it sound like an insult. "How wonderful. Another entitled royal slumming it with the peasants."

He carefully placed her in the passenger seat of his car before striding back to the driver's side, his course now clear. He slid back into the driver's seat, the scent of her already filling the enclosed space of the car—a heady mix of terror, pain, and the coming heat that called to something ancient within him. He glanced at the woman slumped in the seat beside him. Her face, even streaked with dirt and blood, had a defiant strength to it. He already knew who she was. The so-called Luna of the Clearwater pack. Kara. Kael's folly was about to become his problem—or perhaps, his prize.

“Kara was the perfect daughter, beautiful, respectful, and responsible. She was a delight to her parents, just like her twin brother, Kain. But Kara wasn't happy. All the while, she had always been a happy child, until she got news that stole away her joy. She was to be married off. All her life she had been prepared for her marriage, and when it was finally happening, it frightened her. On a lovely autumn evening, she decided to take a walk down the beach that overlooked her parent's Castle. She stood in front of the still water mourning a future she was yet to know. Her husband was Rufus, a greedy, ruthless king who had an eye for beauty.

"I'm tired." I was tired too. It was common knowledge that the deeper you went in deserts, the more ugly creatures you encountered. It was only a matter of time before we met ours. “Alright,” Kara said, scanning the dunes, “so how do we even begin?” "I should be the one asking you. You're the wolf here." "True, but it's my first tournament too, you know." I sighed. " Let's start from the basics, how do you catch a prey?"

a voice said from the shadows. Ren looked up. Kara stood there. She was soaked in dirty rain water. Her expensive university hoodie was torn. Her hands were wrapped in makeshift bandages made from strips of her shirt. She looked furious. She looked feral. She threw her backpack onto the table. It landed with a metallic clatter. "You hacked the game," Kara said, her voice trembling with rage. "You turned the bots against the Admin. That was the 'Dead Man's Switch', wasn't it?"

Kara continued with a watery smile. “Nine months later I gave birth to two beautiful babies, Netta, a beautiful baby girl with molten gold eyes the same color as the figure that beckoned me. And Akoma My baby boy, the splitting image of my mate, My Mate, who burned down the trees,” Kara smiled at me sadly, her face twisted with a grimace as she recalls her story. “As the trees burned,” Kara whispers to me “Netta screamed as if she was in pain, I knew right then what my daughter’s destiny was,”