Karma Anime Novels & Stories

“I TOLD YOU SO MANY TIMES! IF IT COMES TO FEMALE CHARACTERS, GIVE HER SOME TEMPTING PHYSICAL APPEARANCE JUST LIKE WHAT WE SEE ON BLUE FILM!” “DONT LUMP MY MASTERPIECE WITH A STUPID HAREM KING NOVEL LIKE ISEKAI SMARTPHONE TO TOMO NI!” “NO WAY! I WANT ONE LIKE HIGHSCHOOL DXD OR RANCE!” “CAN YOU STOP MENTIONING ANIME TITLES? DMCA COULD SUE ME AGAIN FOR SURE!” “YOU STARTED IT, ASSHOLE!” “What did you say?!” Kartika said. Her blue Iru comes out from her body and cloaks her in. She summons Cakra who has turned into a blue hooded Grim Reaper.

Kayn, standing behind Zed, couldn't hold back his indignation, drawing voices of agreement from the crowd—clearly, these were his men. "You're so arrogant; it's the first time I've seen someone daring to talk to me like that." Karma clasped her hands to her chest and looked at me playfully. "Since you said that, let's have a match. Just in case people say I'm bullying you, I won't transform into a wolf. If you can beat me, I'll count you as the winner." Karma took a step forward onto the raised platform, scrutinizing me condescendingly with disdain in his eyes.

Doesn’t stop the she-devil from playing her little games though. As second or third cousins, it’s almost expected that Kimarra and I would marry to keep the lines strong. So she more often than not, pretends, just to get my but beaten by jealous Yon who don’t know any better. Part of my ‘training’ regimen. Since Akuma is the only title other than Soma you can have above S-class in the Shinkori ranks. At least beyond the wall. Here, females aren’t even allowed to fight. They’re forced into Meshin or healer status if they want to join the ranks. Every thought makes me crave for the comfort, the feeling of home. I wouldn’t even complain about chores.

Akiko asked, half annoyed. “He’s not interested in me—thankfully. Kyoko shrugged. "And I'm not interested in three-dimensional men," she said. Akiko scoffed, unsurprised by Kyoko’s honesty. After getting to know her better, Akiko had learned that Kyoko was an otaku*. She preferred manga and anime characters over real people, which explained her bluntness when dealing with them. Her taste for men followed suit—Kyoko was more attracted to two-dimensional men from manga and anime. Akiko didn’t mind; in fact, she sometimes enjoyed Kyoko’s rather extensive manga collection.

Well, that was the work of my lovable mom, because according to her, the word Kagura is a Japanese word which means entertaining the Gods. Doesn’t my name sound very holy? But even if it sounds feminine, I really love it – I like my second name because it makes me feel like I have Japanese blood, and I like to watch and read isekai anime or manga about protagonists who are reincarnated in another world and become super strong.

Just stared at her with those dead eyes. Lisa turned to Nyla. "I do not understand you." "What?" "Why are you still here? He is broke. He is worthless. He has nothing to offer you. No money. No status. No future." Lisa's voice was genuinely confused. "What are you getting out of this? Why have you not left him like everyone else?" Nyla smiled. Small and cold. "The satisfaction of watching karma work." Lisa blinked. "What does that mean?" "It means Eric is getting exactly what he deserves. And I want to be here to see it."

Like she can make me a good person and Angelo has no idea about it. It is scary. No matter what, Angelo is making a mistake while trying to involve her in our world. Our world has never encountered Karma. Karma never enters our world; it is always fate's territory. No matter how many crimes we do, we never get punished by Karma but now Because of this small girl, if Karma has started to enter our world for her, it will be the end of our world.

She settled her hands on her hips. "Damn it, Nami, you better get up!" I spit the dirt from my mouth. "Who's "Nom Me"?" Karma rolled her eyes. "You, of course. Nameless chick that's too good to choose a god damn name. I gave you one. Happy? Now get the fuck up!" Mila continued her chant, oblivious to our conversation. I wondered if she even knew Karma was behind her. "Why do you care?" The sentence came out garbled as I fought the rising dirt my body was being pushed down into.

Karma is tall and slim, her skin is golden with intricate symbols down her arms, her hair is black and curly, her eyes completely white. “Where is she?” I stand as I growl she holds her hand up, stopping me in my tracks. “You won’t find her Fenrir. You know this. Your ‘fate’ as it seems, has never been pre-determined. You have a choice. You know how I work, yes?” she asks me. Of course I know how Karma works.

"Yamamoto Kusakara, he's Yamamoto Kusakara!" Lei Tianrui and the others jittered. They had done enough research to know more about their enemy. Yamamoto Kusakara was one of them. He was not on the top list of the powerhouses in Japan, but he had already reached the third level of Covert Power.