Karma Classrooms Novels & Stories

Pandora blinked a few times when the classroom door opened briefly, revealing a very familiar figure. She wondered if it was really Kingston, waiting there, even though he should have known it wasn’t time to go home yet. The course was three credits; one credit was about 45 minutes, multiplied by that number. But it would only take another hour for Kingston to realize they were about to move on to another activity.

When we finally make it, i feel like vomiting , marcus give me a quick kiss on the mouth and tell me to go make him proud, no pressure. Every step i take feel like I'm trying to walk with my feet doused in cement. We enter our first class and surprise surprise it's a class taught by finn, my packmate and tuttor i can't help but smile. He teach introduction to psychology. And despite all my nerves i enjoy his class. The classes that followed weren't that great, some teacher will stop and stare at me, while i could hear other students talk about my claiming marks. Normal shifter get only one claiming mark by their mate i got seven to represent all seven of my mates. This day couldn't go any sl

Rachel chuckled as Sara let go of her hands, she opened the door to her classroom and looked around the area. Most of the other students were filling in, a few of them, mainly the boys gave both of them a sly smile. Sara could tell she wasn't going to like the reason why, this was quickly confirmed as Rachel squealed with delight. "Oh goody!" Rachel beamed, shaking Sara on the shoulder, "It's our turn on the board!" "Seriously? Today?" Sara whined, reading her name written on the whiteboard under the title 'Class Relief.' Class Relief was a rather simple yet important position. Each day, four students would be chosen at random, two boys and two girls to be assigned to give the remaining stud

Rather than the climate of the places, the geography in the wolf world taught students about the climate of the Alpha's within their packs and how they operated their clan. Since the students from first class grew up learning about other packs and meeting their alphas in social gatherings, they didn't find it important to sit in this lecture. But Aria did. This classroom didn't just provide her some moment of relief but also information her father refused to disseminate to her because she was a human. "Ugh, I don't want to leave this classroom." Aria let out a heavy sigh while taking a look at her schedule card. Next lecture was of a core subject that all the students were compelled to atten

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

That was nothing Janet hadn't seen before. "Shalom." "I! Aunty, I!" People erupted into a fit of laughter at her reply, the way she emphasized it but stretching out her hands with a wide grin made it even funnier. Did Janet forget to mention that Shalom was the class clown? She also belonged to the group of people who cheated their way into SS3A. "Derek." Everyone silenced at the call of his name, whispers echoed in the classroom which earned an exasperated sigh from Janet. She stood up in objection, crossing her arm as she began to correct the teacher.

She took a deep breath, reminding herself of her purpose, and began her first class. The weeks flew by as Katara delved into her studies. She spent countless hours pouring over textbooks, attending lectures, and engaging in thought-provoking discussions with her classmates. Each new lesson resonated deeply with her, as she started to understand the power of empathy and compassion in helping others navigate through their struggles. Outside the classroom, Katara sought practical experience by volunteering at a local community center. She worked closely with individuals from all walks of life, listening to their stories, and offering a comforting presence in their times of need. The gratitude s

I exclaim in relief, “Let’s do this!” Hope shows me a series of hand gestures and incantations that when applied correctly, will invoke the Karma spell. We practice on the mat in the school gymnasium, so that neither of us actually get hurt. At first it is difficult for me to make the correct gestures, and we both laugh when instead of the intended effect the lights in the room flash off and on like a disco ball. But after about half an hour, I’m able to effectively block and turn the action around as described.

“My dad runs a pharmaceutical company, and my mom runs a textile company. My parents are quite rich, but I’m not like that. What about you?” I looked down, my voice soft. “My dad is a small farmer, while my mom teaches at a school. Funny, isn’t it?” Kara shook her head. “No, it’s not. It doesn’t matter. I like you.” After breakfast, we returned to class. In the classroom, students were busy with one thing or another. Styling hair, scrolling social media, doing TikTok videos, Kara was on her phone. While I placed my head on my desk bored by everything.

No platform. No Q&A. Just… presence. Cassian kissed her on the cheek before she went in. “You don’t have to prove anything anymore.” She touched his hand once before stepping through the door. “I’m not here to prove,” she whispered. “I’m here to remember.” Inside the classroom, the students sat in a wide circle. A central table held colored stones, memory tokens, and small resonance sticks. No screens. No segmentation. Just people. A young instructor nodded at Eden as she entered.