Karma Seals Novels & Stories

"Not right now. He's watching the Southern Seal today. He says it's almost healed." I nodded, unsurprised by this information. The seals had been recovering gradually over the past five years, their strength returning more quickly than we had initially feared. Sin attributed this accelerated healing to the unique nature of the reinforcement—the connection to our bloodlines, particularly to Kieran, seemed to allow the seals to draw energy from the natural world in ways they hadn't before.

“You are more than a Luna. More than an Alpha. You are the Key.” Aria stiffened. “The key to what?” “To the last seal.” The Truth of the Seals Selric closed his eyes, and the temple filled with glowing symbols. “There were once four seals,” he whispered. “Bound by blood, fire, wind, and moonlight. They held back the Devourer the first darkness that tried to consume all packs.” “One by one,” he continued, “they have broken.” Aria’s throat tightened. “So only one is left.”

Ronan stepped closer, eyes burning gold. Kellan’s lips curled in something like madness. And then he hissed, voice low and venomous, as if the seal itself spoke through him. “The seal doesn’t break. It feeds.”

Today wasn't about heartbreak or betrayal or karma Today was about love. And for now, love was enough.

Five years was a long time. “Weasel! Get us some drinks over here!” Bandit yelled. The man behind the bar, Weasel, brought over four beers and placed them on the table. He had a large patch on his back that read, ‘Prospect’. Jake didn’t want to join the club, but he’d be involved as much as Bandit allowed it. “How’d you get the name, Wrath?” K-9 asked him. “Shivved the man that went after Rancid,” Jake said.

After several attempts, they finally grasped the essence. Near Caspian, there were a lot of faintly discernible threads floating and sinking. They were the strands of karma. The Fruits of Karma Sword needed to follow the strands of karma to cut the target, so it was almost inevitable to be hit. The good-evil Reincarnation Seal magnified the karma thread of the other party. As the saying goes, good is rewarded with good, and evil is rewarded with evil. It's not the right time to do so! One of the reasons why the Fruits of Karma Sword was criticized was that if his enemy was not a treacherous or evil person, but he was an enemy of him, the Fruits of Karma Sword would be very useless.

However, between her and the crown, three obstacles manifested: 1. A pit of illusions, presenting every failure she dreaded—Astryss engulfed in flames, friends lost, the Veil triumphant. 2. A mirror of betrayal, compelling her to confront her own potential for cruelty. 3. A test of loyalty, wherein Kael and Liora’s shadows were employed to entice her into selecting them over the crown. Aera’s breath caught in her throat. She comprehended that this was the very essence of the seal: it possessed the power to kill, crush, or awaken her—not through violence, but through judgment.

Kai followed, fighting off two of Smith's people. Inside was quiet. A glowing ball sat on a stand. The fourth seal. "Finally," Tamara reached for it. "Stop!" Quinn Walsh ran in behind them. "You're not fixing the barrier! You're breaking it!" "You're lying," Tamara said. But as her hand touched the seal, Elena's voice echoed in her mind. Not a memory, but somehow speaking through the seal itself: "Stop collecting. You're breaking it, not fixing it. The seals must stay separate to hold the barrier."

A heartbeat. No, not a heartbeat. A pulse. Kael dropped to one knee, placing his palm flat. “It’s coming from below.” Aria’s eyes met Ressa’s. “We dig.” --- They unearthed it slowly, carefully. Roots as thick as bones twisted through the earth, blackened but alive. Beneath the pillar’s base, they uncovered a seal—ancient, cracked, but still intact. Upon it, a symbol none of them had ever seen before. A moon split down the center, flanked by two wolves—one black, one silver.

“In the vision. You were there, Kian. You swore an oath to her—to me.” His jaw tightened. “That was another life.” “But you remember it.” He didn’t deny it. The silence between them was answer enough. The monolith pulsed again, brighter this time, and a fissure split its surface. The light spilling from it turned crimson, swirling into the shape of an ancient crest—half-moon, half-wolf, entwined in ink. “The First Seal,” Kian whispered. Ayla stepped closer. “How do we break it?”