Karma X Asano Novels & Stories

He turned to face me, handing both books to me. One read; *Theories of the Lycan’s Luna.* And the other read; *Hierarchy of the Blood Moon pack.* A categorization of the pack's Alphas from the very beginning till date. Kane would be added when he celebrates his 60th birthday, and that's a long time from now. I briefly glanced at him; our eyes met, and my cheeks heated up.

But I definitely know who they are, from books, from television. It’s Alpha Grayson. I figured I was in the Freedom Pack, but it’s one of the largest ones in the mortal realm, so it can’t be a coincidence that he’s standing before me right now. He looks exactly how I expected from the little I’ve seen of him and the way he has been explained in books. Dark hair, silvery eyes. He doesn’t look as feral as I expected, but he does have a wild look in his eyes that I have no interest in exploring.

But within three days, the rumor that I had been retaliated against for some shameful affair had spread everywhere. By the time I tried to clear my name, it was already too late. It was not until after I killed myself in old age that Vanessa came to pay her respects at my grave. Those hypocritical eyes of hers grew moist for two seconds as she thanked me for everything I had done all those years. But she said she did not regret it. In her mind, I had taken the place meant for the man she'd never gotten over and killed her fantasy. If she had to do it again, she would still do the same thing.

Xena exclaimed happily as she could already dream of being marked by him. “No no we can’t, he will only reject us as he has been doing to his past mates, this has to be a mistake. I cannot handle any other rejections” Ashley retorted in fear, shunning the happiness of Xena. Xavier’s wolf Koa, felt the same way Xena did. He was aroused just by setting eyes on her. She looked so beautiful and he couldn’t wait to have her in his hands. Xavier gushed at how inviting her lips were and the glow in her eyes.

It whips piercing those Chorobot that they are destroyed. “AAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!” He screams aloud. His face is turning black and his eye color changes like when he used the full power of Pukan. They emit black irons to Alfi that he now looks like he is wearing dark armor. “Asa, the wing of the void,” Kartika said. “That wing, did he manage to master it?” Varz asked. “You can say that, but not perfectly. Harasa is a pair of wings consist of Hara, the wing of salvation, and Asa, the wing of the void. Alfi managed to manifest Asa which means he has the sorrowful despair.” Kartika explained.

I doubted that he would do so today. Xavier didn’t even look at her. His hand found mine instead, fingers curling tight. “I am,” he said simply. “More than proud.” Annalise faltered for a fraction of a second. It was small, but I saw it. The tremor behind the charm.

“I’ll rip your fucking throat out.” Nero’s lips curl into a cold smile. “You’re welcome to try. But you’re forgetting that you were given your title; you didn’t have to bleed for it. I’ll be more than happy to show you just what I did to earn my place as Alpha.” Darius’ men start to shift uneasily, clearly picking up on the escalating tension. But Darius holds up a hand, stopping them from moving. His gaze locks onto mine, his eyes gleaming with hatred.

A cheerful voice answered. "Ryan! It's been a while." Daniel Brooks had worked as the airline's head of corporate security for nearly ten years. Calm, discreet, and dependable, he was one of the few people Ryan trusted without question. "I need a favor." Daniel immediately sensed the seriousness in Ryan's tone. "What kind of favor?" "I've been receiving anonymous messages." There was a brief silence. "Threats?" "I'm not sure." "Have they asked for money?" "No." "Then what do they want?"

“I feel like shit. Who knew being a taxi for a bunch of werewolf souls would be so damn exhausting?” He huffed out a laugh and took a long drink from his own bottle. A damp towel sat around his neck, and for a moment I eyed it enviously. All around us were the sounds of people getting their asses kicked. It helped bring some semblance of privacy to our quiet conversation. Across the room, barking orders at some of the newer trainees, was Nox. He must’ve felt my stare, because he quickly looked our way.