Lahat ng Kabanata ng Demon Law : Lost Isle Book 1 : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Ayame People say lots of things when it comes to the twisted beings we were meant to defend the world against, but it was never their appearance that defined them.Honestly, the scariest beings to look at for others were the ones I trusted completely. Beauty is often a sign of deadly poison in the animal kingdom. The more bright and alluring the colors, the more deadly it is. So people being wary of pretty people makes sense.The biblical devil was the most beautiful. Still, I cling to the Earth expression, the greatest trick the devil played was convincing the world he didn’t exist. For all the forms that evil takes, I know that true Devils lie in the details that every one seems to miss. Details, I shouldn’t have missed.I never hated anyone, but I sure did not like them. The ways and expectations that they force down people’s throats, and it was the first time I ever stood. I knew how to lock Yennamyre’s soul chains. Something all Stryx wear because it is not safe for us to go wit

Hiro The way she looked.The way she smelled.The way she felt and tasted.All the things and places that had no precedence in my mind suddenly make sense, and worse than my father. I have to talk to my mother about it.Dad had spent so much time preparing me to be a Hunter, no matter how certain I was that I wouldn’t change, that I never considered my mother’s genes in the mix.I’d love to blame Sokin with the understanding that he’s not Kitra at all, but a rare Kitsu like my Uncle. A fox type known for mind manipulation as well as healing and why my father has full access to my brain.His ability as a Mesmer is or would be limited to controlling me like a puppet with or without a blood link. Arnu, on the other hand, can see as much as he can imprint visions.The Sages have always chosen who they talk to, but women like my grandmother are truly linked to them with or without their say in the matter.Just like there has never been a female Hunter. There has never been a male Wotian.

HiroSai smells as much as he looks like sex on a stick, but would rather stab someone than answer a question.If he’s actually paired with Aya........Just because he never bullies anyone like Jourin, according to her rather than Aunt Nona, doesn’t mean he has an issue with kicking anyone’s ass. Gender, stage, or rank have zero bearing. If someone offends the surly Yoshin, they’re in for a trip to the clinic.Aya’s eyes shift from deep violet to true blue oceans as his presence alone confirms Iken’s threat. Rather than tea, she smells of night jasmine. The blue and floral tones of true sadness. “Take as much time as you need to get used to my scent, Sai. I’m sorry that they roped you into this.”His lip curls at her in the true disgust he has for anything resembling kindness. “The circus should die down soon.”“Speak for yourself, Witch. Only way we get out of this is when you take all their cocks. So as long as you’re stuck in the Miss Perfect act, I have to leash my Sacred from rip

Hiro My whole world feels like I’m running against a landslide, trying to find the point, the source of the shift I never saw coming pulling the rug out from under me. I’ve never gone into a situation blind. I’m never unprepared for anything.I always have a thousand moves, a hundred plays to make, to counter whatever is thrown in my directions and threatens to knock the life I’ve planned for myself off track, but as I all but fall into the wall of the corner, when I spot Aya and Sai on opposing sides of the lab, hissing at one another like cats and dogs........“This looks like a pile of dung.” Ugh great so is he. My feet pick up at Sai’s voice responding to her laugh.“Suit yourself,” Ayame chuffs as I turn the corner. Finding them in a glass paneled room about fifteen paces ahead. She’s there at the middle table waiting on response from some samples. He’s on the small side at a two-seat bar top that is actually meant for eating rather than the large one she sits at for experiments

Hiro “Oh, just cry already!” Not even I can make sense of the sensations filling Sai’s chest. The things zipping through his system like lightning through metal. Restoring my need to get in the room because while he may never mean to hurt her………There is nothing predictable about the power and agony scorching through him.“But I’m lucky,” Aya says as her throat closes, and the laughter gives to tears. “Soooooo lucky….”“That’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever said.” Sai’s voice is more snarl than language. Echoed by the beast that lives with in him trying to surface.“What else would you call two families, and more love than most people see in ten lifetimes, Hirosai?” She demands. “I miss them every mark. So much I can’t even breathe sometimes, but I could never insult the Yumas by letting them believe that they are any less,” Aya sniffs swiping away the tears.“Not when it was my own damned fault for not being honest,” Aya scrapes her face with her hands.“I knew how Laura felt about S