White Karma Novels & Stories

Ethan lowered his eyebrows as soon as Kara called his name. He didn’t know she was back to the pack because her sister hadn’t informed him about it. She was someone who liked to be around him, one of the few people in the pack who didn’t fear him like others did. Unlike Daphne whose wolf was white in color, Kara’s wolf was a fierce black that could run for ages.

He was a werewolf and worked for Rogue. His men were everywhere. "We can discuss this later," Harry muttered. "When we're... Alone." Indianna nodded and looked over at the car park as a truck drove in. "That's new," Kimberly pointed out. "It's bloody ugly as well." Kal scrunched up his face and nodded. "Out of all colours he picked the shitty brown colour." "It's a car," Indianna said. "You do not appreciate their beauty," Kal said sadly and shook his head.

The words stung Blackwheel and gave him the same effect as a silver knife would give him if he was involved in a fierce battle with people who despised his true nature. "I give you until tomorrow to make amends of your past mistakes," Nneka said, holding her son close to her. "You will have to apologise to my mother, apologise to me before apologizing to my son, your grandson." Blackwheel agreed and walked away without looking at her as he felt his body slowly taking the shape of a human body. He kept on walking until he was stopped by a hunter who was curious about his skin color and the reason he was walking alone in the night. By the time he was done explaining to the hunter by creating a

Keska takes over and I'm just in the back of our mind, resting better than if we'd been asleep. Keska was a beautiful wolf with her black fur, white tipped ears and tail, and white paws. Her black fur is the same shade of black as my long braid, that reaches half way down my back. My skin isn't as white as parts of her fur, but it is not off by much. The biggest difference is our eyes, her golden yellow eyes are completely different to my forest green color. I will miss being able to shift as I please during this week, but it will be over soon enough and then I can come home.

“I was wrong, Mr. Lee. I confess that I did Mr. White dirty. He killed himself to save us, but we betrayed him. We don’t deserve to be called humans.” He started slapping himself. Karma hit Zach back hard. “Take him away. Tomorrow is my buddy’s death anniversary. He can repent his sins to my buddy’s grave.” Kaze waved his arm.

Five years was a long time. “Weasel! Get us some drinks over here!” Bandit yelled. The man behind the bar, Weasel, brought over four beers and placed them on the table. He had a large patch on his back that read, ‘Prospect’. Jake didn’t want to join the club, but he’d be involved as much as Bandit allowed it. “How’d you get the name, Wrath?” K-9 asked him. “Shivved the man that went after Rancid,” Jake said.

But the moment I looked up, I froze completely at the reflection in the mirror. The bizarre wolf ears from last night were gone, and my eyes had returned to their original black. However, my hair... all of my previously black hair had permanently turned a stark, snowy white. Not only that, it had abruptly grown a significant amount—thick, voluminous, and flaring out with a wild, untamed nature.

Those necklaces were designed for lower-status alphas, he didn't exactly fit into that group. Erika moaned rubbing herself even harder wanting the scent of him and seeking relief from her torturous insanity. Zacarias wouldn't keep her waiting any longer. He stood up and broke one of the condoms with his teeth, putting it on and fell back on the woman. I was more anxious than other times.

"Not at all. Think about it, bestie…they're like us, humans, there's always good and bad within us. You can't judge them so easily just because someone did that to them. I always classified wolves to have the cleanest soul and clear mind in the entire universe because they are the children of the Moon Goddess—" "Alright! Cease that argument, it's too early for my brain to function what you are trying to tell." I sip on my glass. "You know, we're already in the 21st century. Such fantasies are just a product of our creativity. They should stop spreading that kind of fake news." "But what if it wasn't just an imagination? Gosh! I want to see the legendary white wolf. According to the tales, th