Karmic Retribution Meaning Novels & Stories

The couple was speechless. A full minute later, the old lady suddenly threw her head back and threw up a mouthful of blood. "Karma! This is all karma! Us spending money to buy a baby is the greatest harm we've caused others! We had never even loved him after we bought this child. We only harmed and leeched off him. Not only did we stand idly by and not save the child, but we even rubbed salt into his wound and attempted to have him killed. After we saw that he had made a comeback, we still wishfully thought of continuing leeching off him. This is truly retribution for us! God! I've made too many mistakes in this life, and I'm too ashamed to be living in this world anymore." After saying that

I could make them understand, really understand, what they'd done. The satisfaction that washed over me at that thought was almost overwhelming. "I can see it in your face," Khiron murmured, watching me carefully. "You're imagining it right now. What it would feel like to have them at your mercy." I swallowed hard, trying to push the images away, trying to regain some sense of moral high ground. "That's revenge," I managed. "You're talking about revenge." "I'm talking about justice," he corrected. "There's a difference. Revenge is petty and meaningless. Justice is about balance. About making sure people face consequences for their actions."

"That way I would know which one would take me to death and be able to avoid it.” "We never know when you're making a stupid choice until you're killed by her," Faye said, frowning. "And if by chance we wrote, your destiny would change. Don't you know how karma works, Arianna?” In fact, I didn't really know how karma worked in that world, but it seemed important to pretend that I did. "We know, though... That it is more than risky to let your death happen once again, "said Vraxlon, impassive. "If this time you came back without powers, without memories, it may mean that there will be no next time.”

She said, quietly: "Does it matter what you were trying to do?" "The System doesn't measure intent," Aldric said. "Just the action and the actor's starting Karma. You start negative, everything costs more." Kael resumed walking because standing still while processing injustice accomplished nothing, and he needed to think while his body was doing something productive. The System had given him a number. The number had increased. The increase was permanent and would make every subsequent action he took cost more, Karma-wise, than the same action would cost someone who had not inherited the accumulated debt of a bloodline the System had decided to suppress.

Sheraphina whispered tightly, “What did it say?” Thomas closed his eyes. “‘Your daughter’s orphan is of age. Return what belongs to us.’” Sheraphina went still. Completely still. Daughter’s orphan. Of age. Return what belongs to us. She felt her breath break. “Grandpa… what am I supposed to return?” He held her face gently, with trembling hands. “Not you, my child.” He whispered like a vow. “Never you. They cannot have you.” But she could see it in his eyes.

Beneath the table, Zeviar's hand found my knee, steady and grounding, though I wasn't sure either of us believed it was working. "She's been operating for years," Aurora continued. "The ritual killings, the pattern across territories, all of it traces back to a single motive. Retribution for the White Wolves." Her eyes flicked briefly toward Kael. "And she isn't wrong that there's something to retaliate for." "Don't," Kael said, his voice low.

"This woman has a demonic form, and there are all these Malathran spirits seeking vengeance here. Should I have stood by while they hurt people?" "They're seeking revenge, not hurting the innocents." Homer stroked his beard. "Don't change the subject. Since when have we arcane practitioners stopping people from getting their justified revenge? "Yet here you are, preaching about 'next lives.' That disciple behind you is drowning in sin. He must pay something today to balance these grievances." Kieran tried to argue. "These evil beings—"

"So, are you one of those who think they have to crush the enemy so they don't rise again... Are there no second chances in this life?" The question was not asked with ill intentions; it was genuinely sincere. However, it was based on ignorance and the privilege of being her father's hidden daughter. "No, there aren't... Second chances become precise moments for Karma to bite you in the butt, for betrayals to solidify some action, for those who want to take revenge on you to do it without any remorse and with much more potential than the first time."

“Retribution, you say? How could I fear such? I have done a lot of terrible things. So much so that even karma fears my name. Hahahaha! You are about to die, yet you still think about my retribution? You’re so pathetic.” You wouldn’t know your karma is just at your door, Darcy, would you? Tsk! “Darcy Taylor, I admit defeat. I was the one who brought a wolf in sheep’s clothing to my home. I disregarded my father’s words and drew you closer to the family. I gave you the chance to harm my family. I admit I am the sinner here. Do whatever you want, Darcy. I guess it’s rather my retribution for making my father suffer so much all these years. Go ahead. Just do it.”

No, you did it out of hatred for what you couldn’t have," with anger. My laughing sounded empty and cold through the forest. "Don't you believe you comprehend everything? You and your priceless group." The weight of her anguish made my voice waver as she spoke, "We understand enough to know that you don't deserve to live." My eyes blinked rebelliously. "You can kill me, but you'll never erase what I've done." Ciara's hand shook as she lifted her sharp claws to attack me, menacing me with the prospect of revenge. "Goodbye, Ava."