Araki Rohan Novels & Stories

She had midnight black hair with grayish eyes and her features almost seemed exotic and she could have passed for a model. “My name is Rafael, Your Majesty, and I am answering your call as well,” the last man said. He was tall and tanned, his skin a shade darker than mine. Black hair and pale green eyes looked back at me as I stood on the porch and frowned. “You guys must have me confused with somebody else,” I said as Blaise pushed forward and my eyes changed color as he took control.. “Welcome, my warriors,” Blaise said and I forced him back. ‘You called them here?’ I asked him.

Her wolf’s absence wasn’t just unsettling. It was terrifying. She took another cautious step forward and spoke, voice quieter now. “I got your message. I’m here.” A shadow detached from the farthest shipping crate. Arika emerged slowly, wrapped in a long coat of deep blue, her raven-black hair tumbling like liquid night over her shoulders. Her eyes, always intense, now held a sharper glint—like glass over coals. She walked with no hurry, as if the storm and tension and the very threat of death meant nothing.