All Chapters of Dark Fantasy Series 1: LYCAN : Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

RohanIn my dreams, I am always running and I have never found the courage to turn back.Maybe I just have become indifferent or maybe I'm just too scared.To the memories not forgotten, I habour them within; shaping my years and the growing pains from which the very chapters of my life started. Dreams and utopias put in place, I feel my soul free falling into calm waters and then once again, the scent of home welcomes me. That familiar scent like the earth after rain greets me before the meadow of autumn grasses blows with the wind. "Rohan!" Her voice in the wind beats against my ears, caressing my troubled heart as I laugh out loud, running through the meadow."Here, mother." I shout, hiding behind a tall patch of grasses.In the distance, a quiet brook of crystal clear water within which jade stones sparkled, flows. Then, catching the sunset yellow in the horizon, I pause to marvel at its beauty embellishing the dull appearance of our nine moons."I'm going to get you. Grrrrrh!"

RohanWatching Westminster's bridge through the TV takes me back to watching it physically as a four year old, mourning the destruction of his people.Seeing this meant only one thing, the gate to the realm of mortals has been taken and they have begun attacking the red bloods."You are not wrong." Arlan speaks out. He must have read my thoughts.Turning to look at him, he meets my eyes."They won't." He says again.I replay Arlan's statement in my head and I remember hearing that same statement again and again as a child.It’s been twenty five years, a long period for a boy to become a man. One where that boy can no more be deceived by hearsay.Deep down I know a war is coming or it might be already here.“But why now? Why are they hiding the bodies instead of coming out plainly like they did on Jade Earth?” I draw my gaze back to the TV.Demons cannot hunt in the day here, the sun is a threat. They can only attack at night.” “But that doesn’t stop them. Why are they choosing to att

Rohan"What do you think you are doing?" My voice comes out lower than I expected. I can hear the coldness seeping out.Without a word, she freezes amidst wiping off the creamy patch on my shirt."Did you see anyone else around here?" I raise an eyebrow, trying hard to contain the bubbling anger threatening to explode inside me.For a minute, fear masks her expression as her gaze darts about, from me to the receptionist and back to the now stained patch on my shirt.Silence weighs heavily as I keep my eyes locked on her, waiting on at least an apology of some sort.That's was my parfait, I hadn't even had a bite of the creamy goodness and now it's ruined.Her lips quiver as she tries to mutter inaudible words, when suddenly; her gaze becomes firm with a scroll squeezing her brows."Do you have any proof that I did that? Of course, there is the receptionist; he could have been the one.""What?" My mind goes blank for a minute and I remain utterly dumbfounded. I never saw that coming.F

Rohan“One moment you’re all defensive and suddenly you’re not? What is wrong with you Rohan?” Arlan releases a long sigh.“Nothing.” Choosing to avoid Arlan’s gaze, I stand and leave to my bedroom.I’ve had a long day, one I hope to end well some alone peace and probably a breath of fresh air later. The trauma of being stained with cake parfait and the criminal openly denying it still annoys me.However that won’t stop me from having parfaits, never.Sighing hard, I sink into the soft sheets, closing my eyes almost immediately, as if that will help me unsee the images in my head. About a minute later, I sit up and pull off the shirt, feeling grateful that Arlan did not notice it, I then take a quick shower.How was I supposed to tell Arlan I had been shoved by a woman who openly denied her actions and that same woman is the one I’m supposed to endorse?Oh hell no, I will be crazy to give my approval to that.That is bound to go into laundry later. I drop the cloth into a laundry ba