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Title: Dark Curse

Author: Isaiyan Morrison

Series: Deamhan Chronicles (#2)

Genre: Adult/Paranormal/Urban Fantasy/Dark Fiction

Publisher: Self Published

Release Date: Aug 11 2015

Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print

 
 

The Deamhan world is in disarray. Freed from Limbo, Lucius, the once feared and Ancient Lugat, goes on a killing spree to wipe out any remaining traitors in the city of Minneapolis. Meanwhile The Brotherhood's return along with the growing population of vampires riles up the remaining Deamhan who choose to stay behind rather than abandon the city.

 

The body count continues to pile up forcing both humans and Deamhan to pick a side. Either allow Lucius to free the Pure Ones, the first living Deamhan from Limbo, or take him out and cripple their already fragile presence in the city.

 

 

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A male shadowy figure climbed the steps and appeared in the girl’s bedroom window. Before she could make out what they were doing, the odor of spring forthcoming found itself replaced with the familiar scent of a Deamhan.

Anastasia quickly spun around.

“What are you doing?” Remy stepped from behind a tall oak tree. He smiled and showed off his cocky demeanor by licking his thin lips repeatedly and standing in her path.

She didn’t have time for him or for this. She walked around him and continued down the street.

“Well, hello to you, too.” He followed her.

“Go away.” She continued to walk. His presence irritated her like always.

He placed his hands in the pockets of his short black jacket and he increased his stride, reaching her before she turned the corner.

“No.” He again stood in her path. Their eyes met and a tense filled quietness overcame the mild spring air around them.

“That stint you pulled at the manor. Stabbing me. You know, that actually hurt, but I forgive you.”

“It was meant to hurt.”

“Well, since you’re feeling all remorseful I’d thought I’d let you know that I killed a college student along the way so I could heal.” He rubbed his stomach. “Her death is on your hands.”

His comment moved her to quickly look at him. “I don’t care who you eat.”

His eyes glanced toward the home and back at Anastasia. “So you wouldn’t mind if I ate her?”

Anastasia ignored him. The very sound of his voice made her feel disgusted and all she wanted to do was to silence it once and for all. They had nothing in common, besides being Deamhan. She didn’t like him and like many other Deamhan, she wanted to kill him just to silence his snarky comments and annoying remarks. She let him get away with things that, in her past, she would’ve reacted to quickly.

Remy tilted his head to the sky, taking in any scent that he could in the air. “Well, the girl definitely isn’t a Deamhan? Who is she?”

Anastasia didn’t answer. Telling him how she truly felt about killing humans was more than enough to make Remy bombard her with stupid questions. Even now he questioned why she followed Lucius’ orders, slaughtering minions and any Deamhan she found in the sanctuaries. He didn’t understand why she spent most of her time at night in those decrepit places. Sometimes she didn’t understand it either.

“It’s none of your business, Lamia.”

He tilted his head back in laughter. “You might be fooling everyone else, Ana, but you aren’t fooling me.” His eyes protruded. “What you’re feeling now, that little guilt trip, humans call it ‘remorse’.”

“Ridiculous. We don’t feel anything. We can’t.”

“And the lies just keep on comin’.”

She abruptly stopped walking. “And yet, here you are, spying on Veronica, trying to seduce her to make her like you. You know that she won’t stoop so low.”

“I’m not denying my agenda, dear Ana. Are you denying yours?”

“Hardly. I know what I am.”

“Ahh yes. I know you now. A Ramanga who came to Minneapolis to avenge Lucius. A Ramanga who now watches and protects. Tell me, what would your enemies think if they saw how you now act around humans?”

“What would your enemies do if they found you?” The little information Anastasia had about Remy was based on suspicion. She remembered the day he arrived at Blind Bluff Manor, secretly and only willing to speak to Nathan. What and who he ran from he didn’t reveal, which didn’t bother Nathan as much as it bothered Anastasia.

He held his breath then said, “Unlike you, I don’t have a reputation to uphold.” He cocked his head to the side. “And I don’t mind relying on acquaintances for assistance.”

Her movement was quick, giving him little time to react. She reached out and with her left hand gripped his throat and lifted him up onto his toes. Her eyes had turned black, filled with the uncontrollable rage that made her a Ramanga. She began to squeeze, waiting for the moment that she’d hear the crunch of his neck snapping into tiny pieces. It would cause damage but not enough to put him out of his misery. Instead Remy released choked laughter.

His comment wasn’t directed at her but at her actions in the previous months, particularly the night she’d slain Branda and her sister Brandy, both of them Ramanga she’d sired centuries ago, to save Veronica’s life. Her thoughts reverberated back to them and other Deamhan in her past that she sired and tried to kill as well. There wasn’t any mistake. She would do it again, in a heartbeat if she had one.

She sensed this from Remy’s thoughts and she released her grip and stepped back. He rubbed the noticeable indentation ring around his neck. Instead of retaliating he resumed his mockery.

“See.” He pointed at her. “If you were the Anastasia of the past you would’ve killed me without hesitating. Why stop yourself?”

“Because killing you won’t solve anything.”

“But it’d feel really good,” Remy preached. “You are a Deamhan. It’s what we do. We kill, we cripple, we ravage. We don’t stay outside the homes of humans, feeling for them because we act out in our nature.”

She snarled and took a step forward. She slowly opened her mouth and her tongue slowly swirled across her transforming canines.

“That ferociousness that I sense inside you...that’s the Anastasia I know. It tingles doesn’t it? The sensation excites you. Well, it excites me.” He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her in closer to him. “You know you want me.” His chest pressed against hers and she felt the cold hard steel of his nipple rings against her breasts. “C’mon Ana, you know you want to take me.” He slightly opened his mouth and she felt the feral pressure of their bodies touching. “You want to incapacitate me.”

“No, I don’t.”

Remy let out a short chuckle. “Are you a vegetarian Deamhan now?”

Anastasia pushed but he pushed back, quickly pressing his lips against hers. She felt pressure tingling from her mouth down to her stomach and she jerked. He slowly began to feed, sucking the essence from her body. Everything around her from the sidewalk to the trees, to the musty smell seeping from the driver of a taxi slowly driving past them, to the suburban houses lining the street melted away. Anastasia felt her legs wobbling underneath her. If he didn’t stop he’d kill her along with himself. She had to make him stop, and fast.

But Remy pulled back, grabbing just enough of her life force to stun them both for a few seconds. “I wish we Deamhan could feed off each other.” He held his head back in his woozy state. “I love this feeling.” His breath, now warm and not bitterly cold, slightly touched her cheek. “You’re a killer, Anastasia.” He slid his rejuvenated hands up the side of her body to her face. He leaned in to her again, his lips locking onto hers. She pushed hard on his shoulders but she felt her body slowly arching back. Remy hummed in ecstasy but a small pinch on his lower lip silenced his joy. He rolled his head back and felt blood trickling down to the back of his throat. He touched his lips, feeling the warm liquid on his skin. He pulled back immediately, staring into her black voided eyes and sharp fangs.

“Interesting.” He glazed his tongue over his wound, tasting the salty iron flavor. “See, I knew you could do it.”

She lunged at him, striking her hands into his chest. He flew backwards, landing on top of a bed of sharp twigs and undergrowth. Blood streamed from the deep wound on his lip.

“That wasn’t so hard.” He stood up and wiped the dirt from his clothes. “I give, you take. You give, I take.”

 

  

 

 

Other Works by Isaiyan Morrison

Deamhan Chronicles

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These books are the main books in the Deamhan Universe.

Deamhan (#1)

Dark Curse (#2)

Deception (#3)

Divination (#4)

Deamhan Tales

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These novellas are side stories involving different characters in the main Deamhan Universe.

Kei. Family Matters ~ Deamhan Tales (#1)/ Deamhan Chronicles (#1.5)
Ayden. Deamhan Minion ~ Deamhan Tales (#2)/ Deamhan Chronicles (#2.5)

Hallie. A Tit for A Tat ~ Deamhan Tales (#3)/ Deamhan Chronicles (#3.5)

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The Brotherhood Files

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These books explore the histories of certain characters in the Deamhan Universe.

(Can Be Ready At Any Point in the Series)

Maris (#1)

Standalone Titles

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Old Farmer’s Road

 
 

A veteran of the Armed Forces, Isaiyan Morrison was born and raised in Minneapolis.

Her passions include writing, reading, and researching historical events. She also spends her time gardening, playing video games, and hanging out with her three cats and beloved Pitt bull.

She's the author of The Deamhan Chronicles, The Deamhan Tales, The Brotherhood Files and the novel, Old Farmer's Road.

 

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