All Chapters of Demon Law : Lost Isle Book 1 : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Break MeAyameI’d never been in love, and it’s the last thing I wanted to be. Well next to mature, or what they call Consenting. There may have been a time, I couldn’t wait to grow up for a number of reasons, but I’m no where close to the girl I was then.In demon culture. Well, at least Oni culture it is a sign of care and consideration to offer to break a virgin in. To show them the ropes and make sure that it is a pleasant and memorable experience, rather than something to fear.The problem is, I’ve already been ‘broken in’, broken in ever way there is and I have pushed the change. Delayed the needs and cravings that I know maturity demands. At a hundred and fifty years old, there is no more fighting it.No more denying or hiding that I’m fully grown and subject to the burn that all other bloods have. I can’t do this, and I can’t not do this and judge all you want I’m not the first or last person to drown their problems in alcohol.I don’t have the monopoly of making stupid if not

Unnatural OrderHiro Sokin Hosa welcoming us into the Soma’s compound feels as annoying as it does unnatural.It's the nations who are supposed to have Royalty. Not Villages. Cities have Nobles. Towns, boroughs and farm lands have representatives. Villages are meant to have Shin. Warriors bound to the moon goddess in return for her promise for a place among the stars. Not this…..Half the reason I’m accepted among my father’s people is for the fact that Kings can’t command Soma.Our point our purpose the birth of the Shin-ki and Shinkari alike was to protect. To defend. To hold the balance before Demons existed. Before the first shore divided into the last with one of the Devils escaping into the stars. Why nothing living can enter or exit.Something as simple as a name was considered a truth back then.It’s in our nature to be secretive and clandestine. I know as fun-loving if not rambunctious as they are Haru and Tien would never do anything to compromise themselves or our home. Ou

PinkHiro Time changes things. So does war. Cliché as it is to say conflict changes people, it’s true, and lately the Falls has had more than their fair share. Half the reason we have all the ‘upgrades’ is because of them joining the front lines of the Central nations. Something we’re not supposed to engage in as Shin unless it’s to end things quickly.The surgical strike that restores peace to a Nation as a whole. Earth, Water and Fire have squabbled for as long as I can remember. Air, is equally dissonant, having more civil war than most others combined. That’s because of the old portal and lands they can’t use though. Once the vortex that has more or less made our world a mirror of theirs.Jargon and all.Air Nation stopped being antagonizers and reverted to scavengers. Still survivalists on either side. Earth is probably the most sought after nation to invade now, while Fire is the most petty and Water is by far the wealthiest. The Falls is the most isolated ever since the Tides

Point Of No ReturnHiroTapped in every possible way, I let out a breath and sink deeper into the couch. Wishing that I could just focus on the more familiar sight of the nine women I obliterated, rather than Ayame straddling Sokin.Once again the flash. The elusive phantoms haunting my brain, no longer bring clarity.‘Crazy Zen’ as it was. Until now, everything my mind ever forced me to see. Every voice, flash, sound, or realization carried weight. Gravity to pull all the other pieces into place. Giving me a clear picture. An understanding. A warning. A vice or tool that consoled me. Informed me of what I knew and couldn’t place.No matter how fucked up. How terrifying, horrible, trivial or otherwise troublesome, everything that’s ever popped in made sense. Granted, I had to work for some harder than others, and I’ll bitterly admit, even ice-cream had its merit. I’d never accept that I was as much a slave to the physical, biological programming as the mental one unless there was a ri

39: Hiro - The Art of BreakingHiroResigning myself to the only choice that doesn’t target my friends or me, I drop to my knees on the side of the couch. Next to the innocent I laid down, trying to give her any shape other than the Yon’s sycophant.Personality more than appearance is what matters, but I need more than what’s here, and less than the momentous pressure around me. Knowing that if I fuck this up it will be my head in more than one way. Still, the natural association of how I was introduced to oral sex…Sages, it’s just too much to take.I cripple under the weight of what feels like an ocean drowning me in waves. The safe shore turned lethal with the Hosa heir watching me, and the most forbidden flavor guiding me through the surrender to blackmail.My mind has never done anything without a reason. And there’s never been any singularity to be had, other than this flavor. The thing that rocked through my being and blasted the world away. That’s haunted me ever since. I tell