Author: Isaiyan Morrison
Series: Deamhan Tales Book 2 /Deamhan Chronicles Book 2.5
Genre: Adult/Paranormal/Urban Fantasy/Dark Fiction
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: Nov 14 2015
Formats Available In: eBook
For over a hundred years Ayden, a Metusba Deamhan has waited for the chance to avenge his sire who met a bloody end at the hands of Anastasia, a Ramanga Deamhan.
Being an obedient servant to Kyra, the oldest of their kind, he finally gets his chance to have his revenge. However there’s one small problem. He’s heavily indebted to Anastasia’s offspring, Maris and Kyra wants him to kill her.
He must decide. Be the obedient Deamhan minion to Kyra, who used the darkness inside him to fuel his rage or protect Maris, who saved him from that same darkness for a second chance to feel again.
The choice isn’t going to be easy. Then again, when has anything in his long tortured life been easy?
Excerpt #1 PG 13
She obeyed, like a slave would its master, and left the room. Now free from her prying ears to complain, I wasted no time going off at Nicias. I couldn’t see how the human would benefit me and I didn’t care what connections she had in the city. His minion wasn’t good for anything, but he didn’t see it that way.
“You’re going to go to Dark Sepulcher to find Maris,” Nicias spoke.
“Dark Sepulcher? The vampire club?” I questioned. “She wouldn’t go there.”
“She’s been seen there. Take Biddy with you. That way you won’t stick out like a sore thumb.”
“I will not take her.”
A rigid look replaced the smile on his face. “You will take her.”
I soughed, crossed my arms, and dug my chin into my chest. “She’ll only get in the way.”
In a sudden rushed movement, he stood up from his seat and pinned me into my own, with his hand around my neck. His eyes, now murky and full of rage, tore into my own as if he tried to peel back my conscience. My neck palpitated, and the only way I could react was to also look back at him with my black eyes, knowing that it wouldn’t do me any good. Overpowered, he moved in closely and as he spoke, his lips brushed over my own.
“You’ve always been a pawn, Ayden; a Deamhan minion if you will. You were taught to do as you’re told.”
Struggling, I managed to say a few words in a feeble attempt to stand my ground. “Minions are humans. I am not human.”
“Minions are those who obey.” His grip increased and I thought I heard the bones in my neck beginning to crack under pressure. “And you obey.”
He removed his grip and now with his hand on my chest, he pushed me further back into the couch. The color in his eyes returned. “I never looked at you this close before.” Rudely, he pushed my head to the left and then to the right. “Kyra said you had beautiful eyes.” He gazed into them. “But know I’ll rip them from their sockets if you ever question my authority again.”