Karma Grips Novels & Stories

Across the cage, Gargan froze, his chemically enhanced muscles spasming wildly as his core backfired. Rhys didn't miss the window. With a terrifying, primal roar, Rhys drove his right fist straight through Gargan’s unguarded chest guard, the Apex harness discharging fifty thousand units of pure, unadulterated kinetic impact directly into Gargan’s sternum! THWACK! Gargan’s massive six-foot-six frame was lifted clean off the canvas, flying twenty feet backward through the air before crashing violently against the titan-mesh wall, unconscious before he even hit the mat.

It rips from his throat. I hear the scraping of his boots on the floorboards. He is rushing me from behind. I turn my torso. His claws are out. Black points grip the air, aiming straight for my eyes. He is slow. I slide my left foot back. I let his momentum carry him past my shoulder. My right hand shoots out. I catch his thick wrist mid-swing. My grip locks like a iron vice around his bone. "Let go!" he roars. I do not let go.

I mean, I've never held a gun in my entire lifetime. “Your grip is trash” Khaid said, his voice flat. He stepped behind me, his chest a solid wall against my back. Then, he reached around, his large hands enveloping mine, forcing my fingers into a textbook wrap. “Thumb forward. Wrap the other hand. Squeeze, don't choke it. It’s a tool, Satera, not a snake.” His breath and smell behind me was very distracting. Why do you smell so good and sweaty and dangerous all at the same time?

Teneger barely had time to react before Karma came for him. Keres moved past Dayatt like she wasn’t even there and in the next heartbeat, he had Teneger by the throat. The sound of rage filled the room, raw and unrestrained. Keres lifted him effortlessly, pinning him against the wall while his legs kicked uselessly, his hands clawing at Keres’s arm. There was no hesitation or mercy in Keres’s eyes and no one could stop him… not right now. He doesn’t know anyone. Suddenly, a sharp crack echoed through the room and Teneger’s body went limp. His thrashing stopped and his hands dropped loosely on both sides.

One hand clawed at his back, desperate for contact, while the other gripped his clothes for dear life as his kiss deepened. His hand slid from my chin down my throat, lingering over the spot where Kael’s grip had been, almost as if erasing it. while his other hand easily went inside the shirt, gripping my ass cheeks in a strong, firm, and possessive grip. I shuddered, my hole clenched hungrily without my control. gods help me, I wanted more. I whimpered. The sound slipped from me before I even knew it was leaving my mouth. A small, broken, needy sound that betrayed the current war that was taking place inside me.

It was piercing and critical, the kind of gaze that measured a person's worth in silence. There was something about being stared at this way that disturbed me, but I would not be shaken. I just focused on the rhythm of the motion, on the effortless movement of my hands. I was being extremely careful, I had to prove to him that I was brought here by the hospital because I was the best. I could not afford to destroy the future of my plans. I was not here accidentally, I was karma and I had finally caught up with Vincenzo. By the time I finished, the man's vitals were steady, and the room was too still to bear. I ripped off my gloves and turned to find Vincenzo looking at me with blank eyes. He

He lost weight, his cheeks hollowed, and dark circles were etched under his eyes. He gasps for breath, extending his hand towards me, but I don't reach out to take it. Sitting at the edge of the bed, I maintain my composure and ask, "What's ailing you?" "Karma," he replies with a chuckle that transitions into a harsh cough. "Karkinos.” Karkinos is a sickness for werewolves that has no cure. No magic could heal it. It will eat your system until you die. “I deserve it for how I mistreated you."

He took hold of my hand as he brought me to face him. "Took you so long to join me," oh so he knew I was going to come. He took my lips in a brutal kiss as we were both fighting for dominance, I took a hold of his crotch again as I used my hand to massage it and rubbed my thumb on the head, I could feel his vein, he was so thick. I jumped and he caught me, as I wrapped my legs around him as he used his member to hit my sweet spot. The feeling was so good, I could die happily.

My body slams to the ground beneath her attack, her hands pinning my arms down long enough for her to break free and go for a punch. I am too high on jealousy and anger. My adrenaline is pumping, giving me what feels like special powers. I am alert and sharp enough to catch her blow midair with my hand gripped around her wrist. I roll over, reversing our positions so that she is now the one pinned below me.