Deamhan Tales

Deamhan Tales are FREE short stories involving certain characters from Deamhan Chronicles.

Deamhan Tales


Kei -ebookTITLE:  Kei. Family Matters

Cover ARTIST: Kellie Dennis.

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RELEASE DATE: December 2nd, 2013





**Takes place between Book One and Book Two of Deamhan Chronicles**



I stood there, watching Bobbi shake her weary hand at me as if the knife were the only deciding factor of our confrontation. I yawned and leaned against the wall, unsure of what I wanted to do with her. I woke up hungry, but not for her. I craved a woman with a little meat on her: young, luscious, and ripe with psychic energy. Bobbi didn’t have that.

But I couldn’t ignore my cravings.

“I’ll call the cops. You just wait right there!” She waved the knife at me again. “You… you… you pervert!”

“Go and call them.” I proceeded to walk in her direction, taking a sharp right to move to the other side of the room. Suddenly, it hit me. It was the same idea I had when I first met Nashoba on his farm. After hiding out several days in the back shed, he surprised me with a shotgun aimed straight at my skull. We chatted for a few minutes as he threatened to kill me and I dared him to, before I easily subdued, drained, and sired him as a thank you of sorts.

I didn’t have anything to thank Bobbi for, but having another Deamhan by my side, just in case I didn’t find Nashoba, would be the first step to rebuilding my minions. I just had to get over the hump that she didn’t smell like the type I preferred to eat. But desperate times called for desperate measures. I couldn’t think of any human who’d turn away a chance at immortality. It’s all the rage these days. Teenage girls just scream over cute, young-looking, pale men with sharp fangs, and dream about these “vampires” entering their homes during the night, seducing them, and falling in love with them. Thinking about those estrogen-filled desires made me chuckle. Who’d want to be a vampire when you could be a Deamhan! It’s like choosing to be the prey instead of the beast.

Moving at breakneck speed, I grabbed the knife and phone from her grasp and threw them both to the ground. I did all of it before she had the chance to blink. Her mouth widened enough to catch flies, showing some of the human fear that I loved seeing.

“See what I did there Bobbi?”

Shell-shocked, she didn’t reply.

“I know you saw it. Tell me you saw it.” I wanted to hear her say it, but she couldn’t speak a word.

“I can make you into what I am. I can make you immortal. You’ll be fast, strong, and unafraid of anyone and anything.”

“What?” She spoke in a high, squealy voice.

“I can make you immortal. It’s easy really.” I paused. “Well, actually it isn’t. Some humans don’t survive the transformation.” I scanned her. “But you look suitable, I guess. So, you want me to?”

She screamed and lashed out at me. Driving her fingernails into my skin, she scored long, deep scratches that healed immediately. Angered, I grabbed her by her arm and easily tossed her across the kitchen. Her back smacked against the fridge and she fell to the floor.

“I guess I can’t make you.” I walked over to her. “Stupid move, Bobbi. If someone offered immortality to me, I’d take it in a heartbeat.” I knelt beside her and she lazily raised her head.

“Well, actually I did, and I don’t have a heartbeat.” I slipped my hand underneath her chin and raised her head. “I’ll give you a second chance, that’s it. Bobbi, do you want to become immortal?” I’ve sired plenty of humans in my time; too many to count, and not once did I regret doing so. Each human served me in different ways. Nashoba was my getaway card. Bobbi would be my… well, maybe she could be an extra pair of eyes while I remained in town, if she awoke from her transformation in time. The more humans a Deamhan sired, the more support he had, even if Deamhan weren’t generally known to be reliable. Broken bonds didn’t matter.

I waited for her to throw herself at the offer, but instead, she opened her mouth and screamed again.

And again. And again.

She wailed, trying to move her body away from me. Tears poured down her face. She raised herself up from the floor by using the fridge as support.

“Please, don’t hurt me.”

I stood up slowly. “I didn’t say anything about hurting you. I asked you if you wanted to be immortal. Are you listening?”

She tried to run past me, but I blocked her way. She moved to the left and I followed her.

“I have money. It’s in my room. Just please don’t kill me.”

“I don’t want your money.” I exhaled loudly, grinding my teeth.

“Please, just go. I won’t tell anyone, I swear.”

This was turning into a cat and mouse chase, and frankly, I was bored from repeating myself. I reached out, grabbed her by her scraggly hair, and pulled back, yanking with such force that I heard her neck snap. I let go and her body fell to the floor like a limp noodle.

Standing over her, I took the time to admire my handiwork until I realized that I’d just killed a potential meal.

“Damn it, Bobbi,” I snarled as I kicked her corpse. “Now look what you made me do.”


“Morrison’s writing is character-driven and so this first novella {and no doubt the subsequent ones to follow as well}, presents to the reader an interesting insight into the many intriguing characters; all of whom are well crafted. Kei’s determination and protectiveness of Minneapolis is what makes him such an appealing character, and one that I loved reading about!”

Lucinda, Goodreads Review

“A great companion to the series, this Novella will whet your appetite for more.”

Anthony, Goodreads Review


“A great novella it compliments the DEAMHAN series really well.”

Laura, Goodreads Review

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