Karin Naruto Novels & Stories

The contrast of her—soft, warm, and expressive—against the darkness of the underground fighting world made her look like something otherworldly. And for some goddamn reason, Kane liked hearing her talk. Which was new. He pulled off his hoodie, leaving him in his fitted white t-shirt. He heard her inhale sharply, her green eyes flickering to his exposed arms, where ink covered his skin. The dim lighting in the car made her red hair shine. He smirked as he started the car. "So, uhmm..." she cleared her throat, shifting in her seat. "How old are you?" Kane kept his eyes on the road. "Twenty-nine. You?"

If I didn't need this job, I would just step down, to avoid problems,' thought Karin. She got up from sitting on the floor and walked towards the sink. Wash her face with cold water. She then saw the reflection of her face in the mirror on the sink. 'Why does Mr Ryan insist on seeing my face? My face is very similar to my mother. However, I don't want to have the same fate as a mother," Karin monologued. She touched her light brown eyes and natural blonde hair. Karin does have Indonesian blood from her mother, who has mixed Indonesian-American blood.

So from this day onwards, no one has the right to raise a finger or even their voice with her. From this day onwards Karica Ruthinie is Karica Warvine, she is my fated mate and now is the Luna of Warbringer Pack. Our former Luna will complete the ceremony of crowning her and after the braiding is done, each and every pack member will swear allegiance to her.” I finished my speech and words of approval and nodding of heads commenced. Karica had a radiant smile going, her eyes twinkled with such satisfaction. She had been alleviated to her deserving stature. Her eyes found mine and she mind-linked me.

I felt anger bubble inside me. “Look at me!” I snapped. His eyes shot up to mine. “Do you know who I am?” I asked. He nodded. “Tell me.” “You’re Leah Garrison.” “Yes, I am. And you did this to me.” I held out my wrists and then lifted my jumper to show my healing wound. His eyes fell to my stomach and then back to his chained wrists. When he lifted his gaze again, his eyes were filled with sorrow. “I am so sorry; we did this to you.”

It was Kara (Jinx). In the game, Jinx was a confident, deadly cyber-ninja who moved with liquid grace. In reality, Kara was small, pale, and looked like she was vibrating with anxiety. She wore a baggy university hoodie three sizes too big, and her eyes darted around the park, checking every camera, every drone, every passerby. She sat down next to him, leaving a foot of space between them. She didn't look at him. She looked at her hands, which were gripping her knees so hard her knuckles were white.

My gaze flicked to every corner, every balcony, every servant who passed. Julise nudged me again. "See that man trying too hard to look bored? Kier Malen. Underground seat. Goblin blood. Knows everything. Probably has ears in your pillowcase." "Good to know," I said. Julise grinned. "We’re almost done. Just don’t look at Zarah too long. She can smell rebellion." Zarah Venmoor. The new healer rep. Part wolf, part something else. She had kind eyes, but the way she stood—too still, too calm—made me uneasy.

You and your mom get everything ready—don’t embarrass the Carters! Smiling sweetly, Karina opened the chatbox, clicked on a pinned chat at the top, and sent out a message. ***

“Tatiana?” Damon asked sharply. “Is she behind this?” Carter nodded slowly. “She came to me. Or through me. I don’t know. Her voice… it was everywhere. Like she was in my head. Controlling it. Warping it. She was too strong to stop. She was doing her best to try and bring them in. She called for me through a child first, I tried to find that kid, nothing. Then it was a woman calling for help. And suddenly, she was just inside my head.”

ATTICUS POV "Pack Thurman is truly beautiful, " Karina says sweetly as she looks around at the gorgeous landscape. I nod. My... Our mind is still reeling from the fact that Karina caught onto my internal dilemma with my/our identity. We didn't realize she was so observant.