Karma Nagisa Novels & Stories

"I'm Kara." Calliope blinked as she recognized the name from a previously overheard conversation. "The dancer?" Her grin spread and she perked slightly. "You've heard of me?" "I heard the Lady Nagi speak of you." She laughed. "Lady Nagi?" "Oh, I mean your mistress." "I know who you mean, I just haven't heard any one here call her that...and she isn't my mistress. I'm not a slave." "Oh? What are you?" "Eh, a friend...I guess."

He would be someone who would protect her… I guess I should dive in and find out. “Mei is a nagata,” I tell him. His eyebrows practically disappear into his hair, “I thought those were a myth.” “So are we technically.” “Good point. So, you’re saying she’s a snake?” He clarifies. “That’s correct,” I nod. “Though I haven’t seen her snake form. She’s actually never shifted, her form is there though, I’ve seen it in her eyes.” “That explains Chris’s mark,” he muses to himself. “Only thing I remember reading about nagatas is they were powerful and often guardians of royals or other powerful figures like that. How the hell does one end up a slave in a wolf pack?” He asks incredulously.

I want to grab my hair and pull it right know due to much frustration I’ve been feeling. I really want to smack my previous self for loving these crazy kinks! Nakuuuuu Nina from earth, kapag nakita lang kita like for the last time, hahampasin talaga kita. Hindi pa nga ako nagdadalawang buwan dito sa mundong ito tapos ito agad? Ito agad ang ibibigay nyo saakin? I can’t believe I did like those kind of people. Tapos parang karma saakin galing kay Kapalaran, now I’m tasting my very own medicine.

“Nope. But that hasn’t stopped us from hoping that maybe one day it will happen. Wouldn’t it be awesome to be one of the first wolves who is blessed by the moon goddess after our kind has suffered for so long without it?” “Yeah, amazing,” I say, giving her what I hope is a convincing smile as the reality of just how special Kenton’s and my pairing truly is. We are the first of our kind in centuries. It’s a fact that is hard to wrap my head around. “Oh, I hope that I will be blessed enough to find my mate!” Zara giggles, slipping her arm back through mine and continuing towards what I now recognize as the area that I had gone to when I was practicing my magic—the place that I haven’t been abl

I asked and he shook his head. "It's this guy Saitama. He was fired from his job and after being beaten with a crab monster to save the kid who drew n *** s with a permanent marker on the crab man." When I told Karish about the funny scene, I remembered how ridiculous it was. It was one of my favorite manga with Chris and we used to watch it together on his smartphone during breaks.

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.

I could tell from their eyes that those who were jailed were from Kósmima – they looked fatigued and had a dull look in their eyes. Tears started forming in the corner of my eyes. I didn’t know why I was feeling so sad seeing this playing out. As the video progressed, there came a woman with jet black hair, raising a cube. I didn’t understand what it was, but I had chills from looking at it. It burned bright and the five knights that were facing her suddenly dropped to the ground, the man in the center with a buzz-cut hair stood staggering, facing the woman who was smiling.

“Who comes to search for a job here on a day like this? Today of all days?” My frown instantly melted away and was replaced with confusion. “What do you mean? What is happening today?” “What?” He answered in awe. “Are you new in town?” He further inquired. His question made me remember my driver again. “This is definitely Karma.” “Yes, I am. So tell me what today is.” I answered with clenched jaws. “It’s Alpha Kilhan’s birthday! The man who rules this town. Almost all the clubhouses, hotels, restaurants, and even some hospitals are owned by him. Including the one we are in as we speak.” He praised him, but I remained unfazed.

I nodded shyly as if I agreed with what he had said. He stared at me for a moment and sighed. He lowered the goblet containing an expensive wine that could be equivalent to one month's supply of our food at home. "It's okay if you want to keep your identity. Your name here is Magda? It's cool anyway." he complimented. "You know what, Magda, you have the vibe of a person I've been searching for for so long." he shared. I gulped after hearing it. Is he talking about the person he's been searching for for so long is... me?

Would he still love me if he knew who I truly was or the things I’d done? Would he still love me if he knew that I had spent the past decade as a karma dealer? Yes, you heard me right. I deal out karma for a living. I know it sounds complicated & a bit crazy, and sometimes it is, but I always enjoyed my work & I’ve made damn good money doing it. You'd be surprised how much a vindictive individual will pay to see you dish out karma to those that have wronged them. The only downside of my work is that I could never stay in any one place too long.