Uzumaki Karin Novels & Stories

You will forever be in my heart. Logan X

His words were a promise, a declaration of unwavering faith in his daughter's abilities. From inside the carriage, Alruna smiled subtly, a quiet pride warming her heart. She felt a surge of gratitude, not just for Curtis's unwavering support of Kara, but also for the unexpected camaraderie shown by his companions. Their enthusiastic encouragement of Kara, a young omega with extraordinary ambitions, was a testament to their loyalty and respect. The scene was a small, quiet victory against the prejudice and limitations often imposed upon omegas. The unspoken understanding between them, a silent pact of support and acceptance, was a powerful thing.

Alpha Kilhan uttered with a chuckle. She stepped out from behind Drex with a large grin on her face. “Nice to meet you.” She said as she approached me, and to my greatest surprise, she planted kisses on my cheeks. I wasn’t expecting that. “Nice to meet you too,” I answered, smiling equally. I loved her too! She seemed like a very nice lady, and she was also very beautiful. “And these are Nelson, Benjamin, and Oliver.” Alpha Kilhan added, walking past them as he spoke. “They are the Gammas.”

he muttered and all of a sudden, Marcus fell unconscious. The shaman opened his eyes and he extracted a dark misty air from my heart and sent it into a fire. “I got it! I've broken it!”

Father always seemed to do it without issue and then look me and his remaining three daughters in the eye as if he didn't do the most unforgivable act toward a human being. But I was supposed to be a ruthless crime boss, and killing is just a part of the game. Doesn't mean I like it, though. I know exhaustion reads deeply on my face. I put sunglasses on before leaving my room to hide the puffy, tired eyes that I could only put so much makeup on to hide it. I head straight for the fresh pot of coffee that has been made, but Leander stops me. He hands me a tumbler instead. He can't see me, but I'm eying him beneath the sunglasses. I bring the tumbler to my nose and open it enough to smell it.

Lyra whispered urgently. "They aren't just drones," Valerius whispered, his violet eyes glowing with a terrifying clarity. "I can smell them. The Black-Sun Assassins. They’ve bypassed your static. They're already in the basement." At that exact moment, the reinforced doors at the end of the corridor twisted violently then exploded inward. Three figures stepped through the flames. Each assassin held a weapon. Dusk-Blades—weapons designed to sever the connection between a shifter and their primordial form.

"I'm Zara of the Purple Dragon Clan and this is-" Her sister interrupts. "I wish to do my own introduction," she tells her sister and then turns to me. "I'm Zora of the Purple Dragon Clan and we're eight." The girls are feminine versions of their brothers. The girls' hair is long and shiny. Even at their age they take care of themselves better than their uncle or un-uncle does. Now that introductions are over, Ashrac nods to the kitchen door.

She looked outside of the window as the car drove into their hideout. Mariko Saito, a 22-year-old lady. The youngest among the agents, who got the title of being the youngest skilled assassin in their batch. She's an undefeatable woman fighter in their league and in the right hand of Itsuki Watanabe, who owns the Moon Castle Agency, where Mariko is working.

The drums became even louder as I approached the fire from the distance where wolves madly danced around the huge fire. My heart thumped in my chest as I felt eyes watching me. I held my fists and started walking towards the fire. I heard movements from behind the leaves. I knew better than to doubt my intuition. “Is someone there?” Two figures stepped out of behind the bushes and they were two familiar faces. The third top warrior, Karina and the fourth top warrior, Dean. Karina was light brown with short black hair and dark eyes. She was skinny and as tall as me. Right now, she was dressed in a short yellow dress with short shorts underneath. She had a cross sign necklace around her neck.

In the end, the Karainas chose a relatively young woman named Seika as their leader. She had to be around thirty-nine years old. With her head cut short and her broad back, anyone would confuse her with a man if they saw her from behind. There was not an ounce of fat or curves on her body; she was all muscle.