White Karma Seal Novels & Stories

He peered at me for seconds before continued walking on his way. “Engr. Connor Murray, I saw you die,” I whispered to the point that it’s inaudible but I guess he still heard me because he glanced back in our direction, frightened. “Did you see something?” George sat beside Grip. “You’re also a sealer. Haven’t you seen something?” I returned the question to him. “It’s not for me to see. We, sealers, only foresee the death of those we entangle our fate with.” He scribbled his finger on the table and formed the word karma.

“You have something to tell me, Harlon?” “Nope. You’re in because you’re in. Not because of my daughter.” The cryptic message was easily understood. Dad wanted the bear shifters to join the war against the hunters, but they were hesitant. “It makes a difference.” “Why?” I asked. “Tips the scales. Whoever possesses the white wolf is fated to win.” Boomer looked at me skeptically. “You have ebony hair.” “Yes.” “The opposite of white. The color of our hair matches our fur.” I hadn’t thought about the correlation, but he was right. Even the grey wolves had similar colors in human hair.

I flashed him a smile, heading back to whisk myself under the sheets. “Take it wherever you’re going. It’s a protective jade.” He yelled behind me. “Yes, sir!” It was impossible to carry such a stone all around. It had edges that fit up to a hexagon and a weird drawing of a yin-yang symbol, supposedly. The whole school would definitely think I’m some shaman trying to hold the females into some kind of fraternity. I walked past the monochrome-colored tiles, dropping the newspaper collection and the weird-looking stone on the dining table.

"I need to order one hundred custom seals. Engraved with 'Blackmoon Pack's Slut.'" "And I'll need your special enchanted ink. The kind that carries the permanent stench of shame and exile. And I need it immediately."

Nigella's eyes turned cold, and she said, “Since you want to die, I’ll grant your wish! I can put up a holy artifact as a stake, but it depends if you can survive to take it! I didn’t plan to kill you at first, but you must die now!” With that said, Nigella took out a big square seal engraved with dozens of creatures with different expressions. They were White Marshe! A faint light glowed on each White Marsh, and the whole holy artifact looked quite extraordinary. Nigella tossed the big seal in her hand to Wilmer and said coldly, “This White Marsh seal shall be the price!” The people behind Nigella were shocked. “Miss Nigella, you can’t do that! This is the White Marsh seal! Don't you have o

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.

QT laughed as he put the red button aside for a moment to ease the tie that he was wearing since he just came back from an important meeting about the illegal export of weapons. "You tried hard, I'll give you that," Karma said as he stood swiftly before kicking the table aside, making the red button slip off to a far distance. He looked at the man smiling widely. A smile that wasn't reaching his eyes and that looked sinister enough to run a cold chill down QT's spine. "However, I still hate psychos the most. And you'll always remain the same psycho person that Qingxi rejected for me." Karma said before he pressed his foot on his hand.