Karma Naruto Novels & Stories

"The last person was the most terrifying. He seemed skilled at using poison. If I hadn't been vigilant, I would've died from the poison." Balaro sneered, "That's someone from Karamon." He looked at the trembling ninja on the ground and gently said, "Alright, you can go." When the ninja stood up, believing he had been granted amnesty, he noticed Yondu standing beside Balaro. The ninja's eyes went lifeless; a needle had been inserted above his head. Yondu respectfully said, "Thank you, Mr. Yamamoto, for granting me a ninja as a familiar. This has always been my wish!"

"You think you can easily get away with making my life miserable? You're not, Juniper! I'm going to make sure you pay for every single thing you've done to me. In this life and even in the next." Juniper let out a dry laugh, clearly unfazed by her threat. "You know, it's quite funny how you keep blaming me for the problems in your life. Chloe look in the mirror if you want to truly know what's wrong with your life." She coughed out another mirthless laugh and continued, "The problem with people like you, who think everyone else is beneath them all because they somehow became privileged, is that they begin to think they're invisible. That they can do whatever they want without thinking about

I said. "Grrr...woff...woff..." He said as he imitated animal-like sounds. Suarez would always remain the sweetest soul in the world of men. Too bad he was gay. "So, what are we hunting this time?" He asked me. "A mistress that's overstepping." I responded. "Now that sounds like a true mission. I mean, a little karma should be mated out ourselves, right?" He asked. "And one served in a hot dish." Zara chipped in.

If that ends up being the case, both he and Bree will have their hands full. “No, actually you stay. It would be good to get your take on this.” I saw as relaxes back into the armchair a bit, while still keeping his elbows on his knees, like he’s already planning a strategy for whatever is going on. He’s a lot like Jacob in that respect, I realize. Like Jacob, Dax, while an adult, is also still young and is determined to do his job well (which he always does), taking things very seriously as to not be looked upon as a pup. That’s when she arrives. The woman who taught me about compassion, taught me how to care for a pack, also taught me how to fight, and how to make the best damn chocolate c

I shuttered, pangs of nerves hitting me like a train, my tears resisted been kept behind bars, it blossomed down my face like the drizzling of rain, I choked,"K-illian." Life is such that I couldn't understand. It's been since ages that I didn't trust what will come facing me tomorrow not to talk of the next few years or decades. If you have heard it of talk 'karma' then it's what can qualify my dilemma. Karma; they say when karma catches up with a person, that person is ruined and what would have left of him is his aches. But not in this situation.

My vision blurs and I can feel my grip on consciousness slipping. “You…” I choke, blood spilling again. My voice is barely a whisper as I lean closer. “I swear by my last breath… you’ll pay for this. In my next life, I’ll make sure you die by my hands. I’ll be your karma… even if it t-takes hundreds o-of centuries to find you.” “Karma?” he laughs lightly. “That’s a fucking myth.” He presses a kiss to my cheek, then yanks the knife free. A soundless grunt escapes my throat as he shoves me to the floor, letting my body hit it hard.