The Brotherhood Files Book 1
by Isaiyan Morrison
Genre: Paranormal Urban Fantasy
She gave me her blood, and my life changed forever.
Anastasia. My sire. The only influential figure in my already-fragile life. She did this to me. She caused all the pain and suffering. There was a time I believed I owed her everything. After all, she gave me immortality and the never-ending thirst for the psychic energy contained in the blood of my victims.
But now vampires hunt me and the humans want to use me as their personal weapon. They believe I'm some apotropaic figurine that can damn all Deamhan and force us back into hell where we belong.
Me? I just want to live. I just want to be Maris. That way, the only one I can damn is myself.
Finley grabbed a towel from his nightstand and began to dab away the blood from his lips. “Did you have a nice little talk with Silvanus and Ethel?” I sat on his bed. “Please, stop being angry with me.” He sat next to me. “Did they tell you how precious you are to all Deamhan?” He mocked me. “I didn't come here to talk about them. I wanted to make sure you were fine,” I replied. “Obviously you were more than fine. You seemed happy breaking one of Silvanus' rules.” “And so?” He tossed his towel to the floor. “He will kill you if he finds out. That doesn't bother you?” “No,” he replied. “Are you on his side now?” “What do you mean by that? I've bonded with you, Finley. I deeply care about you.” “I can look out for myself.” His fangs retreated into his gums. “So there is no need for you to be bothered by my wellbeing.” “That's not the point.” “What is the point then, Maris?” He stared out his bedroom window at the darkened scenery. Not knowing what else I could do, I wrapped my arms around his waist. “I don't want to leave for America. I want to stay here with you.” He turned to face me. “You're going to America?” “Yes, he is sending me there.” I hugged him tighter. “There's another Ancient—” “No, no.” He shook his head. “I'm tired of these Ancients. They can't force you to go where you don't want to go.” His jaw tightened. “I'm telling Anastasia and the others tonight, and then tomorrow, we'll leave this place for good.” I moved my chest closer to his, unaware that my amulet began to singe his skin. He quickly pushed me back and a look of fear covered his face. “What was that?” He pointed at my chest. I froze, unsure to tell him the truth behind my mother's family heirloom, but he asked again. “My amulet.” I pulled it out from underneath my clothing. “Silvanus says that it protects me from any Deamhan.” I looked up at him. “That's impossible.” “I thought so too, until a few seconds ago.” The skin on his chest healed immediately and I slowly took the amulet from around my neck and placed it in the palm of my hand. “I don't know exactly how it works. It doesn't work on me and it didn't work on Anastasia when she sired me.” “By touch,” he replied. “Please don't tell the others. No one is supposed to know.” “Why?” He tilted his head to the side. “Did Silvanus tell you that?” I nodded. “He only said that so you wouldn't use it on him,” Finley spoke. “That's exactly what you should do.” “He isn't the enemy,” I replied. “He's told me a lot of things, Finley. He's showed me so much about Anastasia and who I am—” “What did he tell you?” I began to explain the images to the best of my ability. However, I didn't tell him what Silvanus said about me. I didn't think he was ready to understand everything yet. After I finished, Finley lay back on his bed and held out his arms to me. “Lay here with me, Maris.” I joined him and buried my body into his side. Staring at the ceiling, I could hear the distant chatter of the Gathering still going on in the meeting room and the gentle human screams as the Deamhan devoured them. We remained there, listening, and soon I wanted to know what he thought about my revelation. He kissed me gently on my forehead and answered my thought. “I don't care about what Silvanus showed you. It isn't something that I don't already know.” “You know about Anastasia?” “We all know but she is our sire.” His point had torn into my core. I had to make him care. I wanted to make him see sooner or later, but for now I ignored my feelings toward the whole situation. I just wanted to lie next to him, away from everyone and everything. I emptied my mind and until the sun rose, not once did I think about the problems we would potentially face in the upcoming days. Eventually silence swept over the sanctuary as all Deamhan closed their eyes and fell asleep, waiting for night to come.
The Brotherhood Files Book 2
For Deamhan, revenge is the best dish of all.
In 1840s Paris, vampires aren’t just at the throats of humans. Split into two warring factions, Dorvo vampires wage war against the Deamhan, their paranormal cousins created by dark magic and who feed on the psychic energy of their human victims. In this strange new world, Remy, a bourgeoisie, is sired as a Deamhan by Julian. But the intoxicating rush of becoming a powerful psychic vampire is soon eclipsed by the presence of Ruby, a beautiful yet elusive Dorvo vampire.
Betrayed by his own, Ruby feeds his undesirable urge to have his revenge against Julian and the rest of the Deamhan. But he doesn’t know if he can trust Ruby. She may have given him his freedom, but she’s still the enemy who has vowed to vanquish the Deamhan, the very same Deamhan that betrayed him. Now it’s up to Remy to decide who to trust -- and who to destroy.
In Remy, The Brotherhood Files, author Isaiyan Morrison presents a paranormal urban fantasy about fractured relationships, mistrust, and forgiveness. Here in the City of Love, it’s anything but, as Remy’s caught between two warring sides who both want him gone. Will his desire for revenge cloud his judgment? Or will he figure out who he can trust once and for all? In this wild journey from the graveyard and through the dark alleys and cobblestoned streets of Paris, Remy is both hunter…and prey.
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 pit bull.
She's the author of The Deamhan Chronicles and the novel, Old Farmer's Road.
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