Karma Akabane Fanart Novels & Stories

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

"Don't worry, I'll just do some training with Gem when we get back," "Sinn will help too," "Now now Kaname, if you can't help why can I, huh?" Sinn appears from behind Kaname with his arms crossed. "I thought you went back to the shinigami world?" "I did but hearing my name brought me back," "Help Karma out would you?" "I would but I'd kill her, of course intentionally," "I would never allow that Sinn," Gem appears from behind me, she looked really angry. That really scared me because she never shows emotion. "If you kill Karma, I won't hesitate to kill you,"

She slid it off her shoulders and turned slightly, revealing a faint scar across her back. “You remember how I hated this scar?” she said. “You were the one who made me love it. You kept telling me, ‘You’re beautiful, Ali, and the scar is perfect there. You don’t need to ink your body anymore.’ It’s me, Alicia. I’m living with one kidney now because I gave that bastard Lucas the other.” Amaya pressed her hands against her head and shook it, trying to swallow the dryness in her throat. “I know it’s crazy,” Alicia continued, “with the new face… but I’ll explain. Just sit and hear me out.”

Anabel gasped involuntarily moving backwards. "Now you see? I have nothing to lose, all I want is to be the top designer of the company and once that goal is achieved we are just partners and nothing more" Anabel can better explain what obsession is but she has never seen anything like Karen. She looked like something out of this world, for a split second she felt as though Karen was dead. She had no soul within her, her eyes were so cold.

#HAREM_OF_LUST 🔞 #CHAPTER_4 🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊 🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊 🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊 🕊🕊🕊 🕊🕊 🕊 #OMNICIENT_POV 👳

My arms are numb, I have a wet face from the tears I shed hearing Caleb’s story and the silver and wolfsbane in my system is limiting my healing abilities. “What is it,” I scream. “What do you want from me, that you think will hurt my father?” “I want you, Kate; tomorrow evening I am going to mark and mate you. Then you and I will return to the Golden Moon Pack. I will take over the role as Alpha, once I kill your father and you, Kate, you will be my Luna,” he states calmly.

This is perhaps, a prologue about the secret of my partner who hasn’t acknowledged me yet— Kuroyuki Shiroha. Also a very slight reveal of my mysterious background. ’Once registered, your ID will be set as ‘Anonymous #2207’. Is that okay?′ Yes. WELCOME TO KUROYUKI SHIROHA`S FANCLUB~!!! Kuroyuki Shiroha (黒雪 白羽) Race: Human

Looking at the cartoon character kiddie size she was holding, K Whatever nodded, “Yeah, you’re design was also reasonable, unlike mine.” “Even I don’t understand Hanabi choosing that scythe.” Garfield shook his head. “So do you want to try that out? I hope you can master her scythe as soon as possible, hundreds of souls you still need to have.” K Whatever nodded, “Yeah, and not much time at that. I have to master this tonight.” “Great!” Garfield clapped his hand, “Well then, should we get started?” ~ KL •ARC 3• TSUBE

Azumi asked with glee. "Currently, two. Mother and daughter," I answered. The gasped that followed was loud and collective. "I fought off six of his exes," Akane said and drank from the vase. I burst into laughter. The girls followed. "Every one of my daughters fought off exes," Akane said wearily. The girls giggled. Azumi, was born first which made her the eldest. She had high cheek bones and sharp piercing gaze. Long lustrous hair. Sarada came second. Her hair was cropped short pixel style and dyed silver. She had big curious eyes with a hint of green in them.

“Of course! You shouldn’t only be perfect for me. I want everyone to know that you can be gentle and loving. You’re not just a grump and a hothead. You’re more than that. You just need to care about people besides me.” Akiko waited for a reply, but Kenji remained silent as Kenzo stood up and handed his drawing to Akiko. It was no longer just a scribble; it depicted a figure with a stick body and a large head. But seeing the long hair of one of the figures made it clear that Kenzo was trying to draw Akiko, and not alone. Kenji was beside her. Kenzo even added the detail of their hands holding each other. “Is this me?” Akiko asked. Kenzo nodded.