All Chapters of Demon Law : Lost Isle Book 1 : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Let It BurnAyameWorn, torn, and exhausted from my day of shopping and reconciliation, it’s all I can do to make it to the midnight blue velvet before I drift away. Sleep is always a gamble. One I can choose to take most days, but tonight... every part of my body feels weighted. Leaden. Strange.Guess that’s what happens when you crash on drugs or come down from a high. Not that I did any on Earth. Just that I imagine it’s what withdrawal feels like. Going from the highest high to the lowest low. Forgetting how much weight I was under for a moment in time is enough to crack with it now.It’s not like I could hide it. Not after Sai ripped half and ruined the rest of my clothing. I also felt so utterly guilty that I’d been lying for over a decade. Guilty enough that I let Hinarah believe the transition had just happened when I trudged into the house half naked.If I’d have outed my maturity in the Canopy, it wouldn’t have been half the spectacle she made it. Gods, that’s so horrible. I

CubHiroEven if I wasn’t as subjected or enslaved by the primal instincts that ruled us all, it didn’t mean I didn’t have them. Never so much as when shame was all I could taste. Even a generation later, it hit sometimes—like the slick in the back of my throat I ignored when I was craving a cigarette.Returning that need to outrun the only thing I’ve ever kept for me rather than the sake of the Yuma family secrets. “Let’s pick up the pace,” I cut through whatever debate Haru and Tien were having. The look on their faces—me making that suggestion—was almost priceless enough to do it more often.Even the dose of amusement I get isn’t enough to diminish the feelings sweeping through my system.I’ve learned that it’s natural for our cycles to align with the warmer seasons—just not for me to get caught in the undertow.Haru making everything a competition is not the reason I beat them over the secret path. I’m sure several generations of Shin had a hand in creating it to get over the Wall

My Not SisterHiroI’m crazy. I know I’m crazy. Everyone knows I’m Crazy Zen—and not in the chill, meditative, herb-sipping way.Insightful as my brain forces me to be—in the most disturbing, inappropriate, and irrelevant ways—social awareness and cultural norms didn’t exactly get installed during the reboot. I’m fine with it. I really am.At least I really was before this.I was always happy with what I had. Solid on where I’m going, who I want beside me, and what kind of person I want to become. I don’t doubt myself. I don’t pity myself. But right now is the number one out of a dozen times I wish I could shut it off.I scrub as fast and as furiously as I can in the scalding water, wishing that a loofah for my brain was a thing, before dressing and finishing my chores at record speed.I can’t even manage to keep my ever present turtle pace on the race to meet up with Haru and Tien. I’m flat out running like there’s a fire under my ass. Nothing is logical or rational about the interna

The HosasHiroBefore Tien or I can stop him, the wolf follows a pair of Yon girls curling their fingers at him through the Soma’s gates. The last place any of us should even think about going, considering who is with the village leader behind those gates.It’s the responsibility of every village leader - the Somas- to house the contracted Yonkai from the wilds. Meaning that the largest, most powerful, if not infamous clan is responsible for the women luring passers-by into their walls.If I had been paying attention, I would’ve known. I would’ve steered us the other way before the gates slammed behind us and the walls started closing in. Of all the Yon clans contracted to the villages, the Hosas are as powerful as their influence is prevalent.Of the three cousins whispered about, I only see two of them. Sokin the youngest and Iken the oldest’ Honestly, the pair of dark-haired, blue-eyed, Kitra Sacred could be twins. If not for Iken’s height and him being as skinny as a broomstick.S

SaniAyame“I’ll give you anything, everything…. Just let me in…..” The promise stokes the blaze he’s set in me. The need I can’t deny and the full surrender of all that I am to the boy I’d always loved reshaped as the man I want more than my next breath.Rolling myself against him to feel that perfect fit……. Ready….. Beyond wanting for the culmination. The evolution……. Wondering if that magnetic force will feel the same as our hands. Be even more impactful in the core of me…… The burn set to blaze. A fire that not even rain, fate and destiny can stamp out…….“That’s it little sister, just ask nicely…..” All those telling elements slam with the expression. The label that makes me wretch…….“I’m not one of you!” I shriek. Fighting. Kicking. Clawing. Biting. Anything and everything to get him off me, but no inch of me moves. I’m in a complete paralysis. Utterly helpless. Disgusted and torn.“Blood calls to blood, little one. Surely, you’ve picked up on that by now,” Ren doesn’t push for