Novel & Cerita White Karma

Would he still love me if he knew who I truly was or the things I’d done? Would he still love me if he knew that I had spent the past decade as a karma dealer? Yes, you heard me right. I deal out karma for a living. I know it sounds complicated & a bit crazy, and sometimes it is, but I always enjoyed my work & I’ve made damn good money doing it. You'd be surprised how much a vindictive individual will pay to see you dish out karma to those that have wronged them. The only downside of my work is that I could never stay in any one place too long.

She does nothing to restrain her stiffening evil aura which is a sharp contrast to the white Matron’s from pressing against me, but the recent increase in my powers after the oath-taking meant my aura had also changed, making her’s negligible and unable to shake me. “Tsk-” the black matron scoffed. “I will only tell you this. Good people suffer the most hurt, and I have seen this happen time and time again, and then they put all their hopes on karma or a supreme being to revenge for them because they are weak. There is no karma, we the wicked are the karma.” She cackled wildly, looking like a vulture with her ugly wrinkled face and long neck, and continued towards the White matron.

In these lands, there are only four species of werewolves: the higher domains of all, the black coats of the Fenrisúlfr, but of strength that could destroy the entire country if allowed, their body features are all the same, black hair, black orb eyes with bright sky blue iris, fair skin, and are as tall as trees, around the rumors they are known as the black wolves who eat anyone from infants to grown men, if I am, to be frank, suits their barbaric hearts just the same. However, my clan is known as Arktisk. My last name is my clan. With our dark snow skin, white hair, and white eyes, we are the sharpest minds of our kind, a strength of mind and wisdom, known solely as the white wolves of th

King of the Wolves is able to connect to every wolf with his mind. His aura is strong enough to feel from long distances. The White Wolf is the largest and strongest wolf in known history. The King has accelerated healing capabilities and can only be killed by a pure silver stake to the heart. There have only been a handful of White Wolves , most are born in times of war or disharmony between the werewolf communities’. I had always wondered why I was born in this time, I knew there had been some trouble in our pack but nothing that would require a King. Perhaps something else was coming that I had to stop. Seeing how powerful the special wolves were made me nervous about my wolf though, esp

There was an illistrated image there that looked like my wolf and then an article that followed after. "I don't know how to tell you this, but stark white wolves are extremely rare. Possessing a White Wolf is basically like being true Alpha Royalty. It's abnormal to have wolves of solid colors. A white one signifies not only pure blood but also primarily some unique special abilities. White wolves are like.. elders of our culture, stronger than the others but Reya in particuar. Well Wolves are given to us at a specific age. When we die, our wolves are passed along to another through the grace of the Goddess. Anyway I'll let you read it for yourself." Kaine said as he passed the book around i

Instead, he watched his daughter as her shivers grew, her eyes glimmering; Katie’s teeth chattered. “Don’t worry,” Tom said, seeing his friend’s unease, “Palm is one of us. He named his own daughter Cimmeria, for fuck’s sake. After Conan the Conqueror’s homeland. And if we can’t trust a black guy who digs Robert Howard like us, who the hell can we trust?” Tommy clapped him on the back and laughed. “Your agent’s legal department—good one, man.” 2

he grunted as he pushed him back hard, making him slam against the wall, sighing in pain. Ardina closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to see her father, who was hurt and weak like this..in spite of everything, he was her father. " Carlos, come with the guards, like Jack here." Talking inside he knows and Mars tells him that he is not her father.. and nothing can deceive a strong alpha like him. Its smell is almost non-existent with some other strange smells that in fact Mars could not recognize it is new! Also, if black magic is practiced on any werewolf, his eyes do not become like this and do not become completely changed..that is impossible

Alicia was almost as jobless as her, as her work barely took care of her needs. “You’re right, I'm losing it.” Kendall ran the tip of her fingers on the different brands of alcohol. "I doubt you'd understand." "You're not the one diagnosed with stage 3 cancer, of course." “It's not the end of the world…” “Oh!” Kendall laughed so loudly that she began to cough from the effect. "What is the end of the world, Alicia?" "Getting smashed like a potato by a huge car?" "Or jumping in the ocean and drowning to death?..."

He was the one who begged me to be his fake girlfriend and barely two hours into this arrangement he is suddenly confessing things like he actually means them and somehow I am the problem. A laugh slips out of me before I can stop it because this fucking bastard, it really is a thing with the Blacks, being unbelievably dense. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, Kade Black, you’ve got to—” I cut myself off when I notice him pulling his shirt off, revealing blacked out tattoos across his chest and just as I expected full sleeves inked down his right arm. His body is lean and defined in a way that becomes impossible to ignore once he is no longer fully dressed and for a second my brain comple

"We found out she lied. She wasn't the White Wolf. So we killed the bitch to prove our loyalty to you!" Lucas added eagerly, his face wearing a mask of sickening, fake devotion. "Yes, Ivy. Everything before was just a test we gave you. As a White Wolf, you need to learn tolerance. Now that you've passed the test, we've already discarded Sarah. We are the twin Alphas, your perfect match. Only we are worthy of you in this world." Looking at their faces—so arrogant yet so pathetic—I just found it hilarious. They actually thought murdering their accomplice would wash away the blood on their own hands.