Karma Seal Novels & Stories

Silence fell again, heavier than before. Orion's voice was low, dangerous. "Someone in this pack has access to your seal," he said. "Someone close enough to copy your signature. Someone who wants to fracture your alliances." Luna's mind raced. Her seal was kept in her den. Only a handful of wolves had access. Orion. Scar. Rhea. Kael. Elia. Niko. And— Her eyes widened. "Kerran," she said. The scholar looked up sharply. "What?" he said.

“Mr. Sinclair, I swear I didn’t know anything. It was all her. She’s the one who did it. “I’ll get her to apologize to Wendy right now.” Jacob grabbed Yelena by the head and slammed her face against the floor again and again. She cried out in pain, “Jacob, how could you do this to me?!” Within minutes, Yelena’s forehead was covered in blood. I stared at the ring on her finger in a daze. Years ago, Jacob had spent every cent he had to buy me that ruby. However, it was on Yelena’s finger, and the sight felt painfully ironic. Jacob noticed where I was looking, and his face twisted with anger when he saw the ring.

The only person that she had managed to fall in love with. It hurt her so bad she wondered what her life would become if she wasn't so bitchy. Indeed, Karma was a bad bitch and it made no exception for her seeing as she wasn't such a good person but now she's changed isn't things supposed to turn around for her instead she's left alone. Even her parents got back together and will be getting married but she will be alone for the rest of her life. "Congrats," she said to her with a huge smile on her face.

The golden mark is glowing brighter. Pain tears through me. I gasp. Kael turns instantly. “Aria!” I fall to one knee. Something is moving inside the mark. Not the baby. Something else. A symbol begins forming across my skin. A second golden circle. Elias sees it. His face drains of color. “No.” Kael rushes to me. “What is it?” Elias stares. “The second seal.” Marcus laughs. “Yes.” The golden circle burns. I scream. The ground beneath me cracks.

“Someone has to stay behind. Forever.” Kael looked at the seal again. Its pulse was slower now. Like a dying heart. His fingers twitched. “Then let it be me.” “No,” she said instantly. “You said it yourself. He’s coming through me.” “That’s why it can’t be you,” she whispered. “He’s already marked you. If you take the seal, he’ll twist it. Corrupt it. Use it as a door.” Kael stared at her. “Then who?” The Cradle didn’t answer.

Their sudden visit surely meant something important. Cosmo took out a seal and handed it to Lindsay. "This is the seal your mentor entrusted to us before he passed away," he explained. "He had foreseen that we should find you around this time and give it to you." Lindsay hesitated for a moment, then accepted the seal. It was the very seal Moses had often carried—a personal identification seal. Certified mystics by the Divination Association were required to carve a seal with their name, imbue it with their personal energy, and mark it with unique symbols, which were then registered with the association as proof of identity.

“Kamari.” “Yes?” “This thing is reacting to you.” As if in response, the lattice pulsed brighter, its red glow deepening, the fragments slowing as they subtly realigned toward me. “Yes,” I said quietly. “Because it’s waiting.” “For what?” “For someone who can decide what happens next.” The weight of that settled heavily between us. Kael shook his head. “You’re saying the last unbroken seal wasn’t guarding an object.” “No,” I said. “It was guarding accountability.”

Severed the moment the Echo King stabbed Kael and ruptured the core gate. She could no longer feel the Luna Moonstone, No longer sense the wolves under her rule. Her kingdom… was dying. “Mother?” Sera turned, Caelen stood beside a jagged stone pillar, his small hands hovering over a silver mark etched deep into the rock. “It’s a seal,” he said. “A very old one.” Sera stood. “What kind of seal?” He met her eyes. “One the Echo King couldn’t break.” Sera helped him brush the dust away. The seal was written in the First Tongue, older than Luna history, even older than Echo itself.

I had learned some lessons. Cassian reached first, but Mara smacked his hand. Both of us stared at her. “What?” she said. “Maybe let the dead captain check the magical death paper.” Kaeron stepped forward. “I can.” Cassian looked offended. I smiled. Mara was becoming unstoppable. Kaeron took the parchment. Blue-white light moved over the seal. A wolf’s head wrapped in thorns. Damien’s crest. My stomach turned. The seal did not attack anyone, which felt like progress.

The blade reflects the sunlight onto the envelope in front of me, illuminating the green and yellow wax. The Rogue King’s seal is embedded within the wax. It is a simple design, much like mine, but it screams inferiority and compensation with its meager design. A set of wolf’s teeth stares at me, snarled, ready to bite. Will it do any damage, though?