The Dawn of the Cursed Queen (Gods & Monsters, #3)

by Amber V. Nicole

Apparently, her maker, Kabitch—sorry, my pen slipped—Kaden had a plan far grander than any of us suspected, and none of us knew it wasn’t him at the helm.

If I must die a fiery death at her hands… I just hope I go with my Xavi.

literally crying for cam cam, bc it's so sad, he literally was put in an impossible position, he couldn't abandon the one man he truly loved in this world. i'm mad at him but i understand it... i hurt for him.

“The World Ender had a lover and not just a fling like in his past. They say she is a beast made of flame and hate, and she followed you lot back. His beast. The female Ig’Morruthen.” Dianna. He meant Dianna.

Samkiel was a light. He promised peace and change, and I had helped snuff it out. A part of me hoped I burned in Iassulyn for eternity for it. Another part of me knew Dianna would hunt me, hunt us all like she did for her sister. I would be lying if I said I wouldn’t welcome it.

Nismera clasped her hands, cocking her head toward Elianna. “What was spelled for me once more?” Elianna looked as if she wished to be anywhere but here as she folded her hands. “Umm, come get me,” Elianna cleared her throat, looking around the room, “bitch.”

FUCK YES YOU GO DIANNA!!!

“I have a blade,” I said, and Isaiah sat up straighter. “It has runes engraved on the sides. Think the words of Ezalan, but more. I could erase all her memories and replace them. She would want only to serve you, I swear it. Dianna is a weapon I crafted, and a damn good one. She slaughtered Tobias and Alistair with ease. We need her.” I need her, but I did not say that aloud.

How ironic was I? The boy who was so afraid of monsters in the dark that I became the very thing I feared.

Love to us was deadly, powerful, and, above all, something we would rip to pieces to keep. “Being around Dianna was the first time I truly felt anything besides anger or hate or bloodlust. For us?” My eyes held his. “Love is a terrible, cruel thing.”

“I’ll do it,” I said. “But take it from me. You won’t like what I find. Samkiel’s death will have broken her. We all saw what Gabby’s death did to her. Dianna will find us and make everyone pay. She’s probably slaughtering her way through realms as we speak.”

i can't wait to see the utter shock on their faces when they figure out her mate livessssss 😅🤭

knew they showed up when he used extreme power, but knowing I drew them from him when he was lost and blinded by the pleasure I gave him had a cocky smile playing across my lips. I hoped he only glowed for me.

My Dianna set my whole body aflame. She always did, even when I was too stupid to realize what was between us. She was my living flame.

If he was the sun, by the old gods, she was the moon. Powerful, dark, and overbearing at times. She never left him, nor he her, as if they danced around each other for eternity.

Perhaps it was truly a funny thing not to realize how broken or damaged you were until someone came along and picked up every single fractured piece and showed you how just being you was enough.

He smiled, revealing two perfectly small dimples. It lit up his eyes, and I was gobsmacked by how utterly beautiful and tragic it was. Gods, when was the last time he had done it?

“Be a good boy and try to be quiet.” I rose, my belly clenching as he slowly slipped out of me.

“Gods, how long has it been?” His breath tickled my lips. “Three weeks, four days, and sixteen hours.”

I laughed, sliding my hands over his shoulders and leaning back. “You counted?” He looked at me as if I’d asked him the stupidest question. “I always count when you’re away from me.”

Dianna was not just a want but a pure, blinding need.

She licked around the base of my cock and lapped up the shaft before she swirled her tongue around the head, licking up every bit I’d spilled out. Gods, I would die for this woman.

It was the most erotic thing in the world to see the realm’s most powerful man kneeling between my legs.

Bits of stone rained down on us, and I realized maybe we both had been holding back. This was more than just sex. This was a claiming.

I thought I loved her then, and she loved me, but like a flower unattended, that love wilted. I saw the signs too late, promising myself to her in an unbreakable bond, and now I was stuck. Until death.

god it would all make sense if he had made a vow/bond that was unbreakable... no wonder he hates himself (as he should tho) he'd be better off killing himself to save his family but idk man idk

She nodded, placing her hand on my armored arm. A fine tremor ran through me. Her touch wasn’t cold and lifeless like Nismera’s but warm with the offer of succor. She was comfort, and she felt like home.

“Quiet, Dianna. Or I will have to put something in your mouth to make you quiet.” Oh, my man was in a mood, and I loved it.

I would burn the world for you, Samkiel, and I would happily hand over my soul so that you may live. I would do it all again if it meant you existed.”

“Your funeral, buddy,” he tossed over his shoulder, and my lips pressed into a thin line, knowing his funeral was a hundred and twelve days from now. He would die in an attempted robbery.

man reggie is a funny one

They were the only two who had ever been able to reach her. Gabriella had been her heart. Samkiel was her soul.

Samkiel lightly grabbed my arms. “How could I not be completely and utterly in love with you?” “You love me?” My heart melted. “With everything I am and everything I ever will be.”

“But first.” He reached beneath his armor and pulled out the ring he’d wrapped in a piece of thin black material. “Dianna. Ayla. Akrai. My world. My life. My love. Will you marry me?”

“No.” His brows drew together so tightly I worried about his face freezing that way. My smile was so big it made my cheeks hurt. “I’m kidding. It’s yes. It’s a thousand times, yes.”

He was my shield, my strength, and soon he would be my husband.

Through it all, the fates’ warning was seared into my brain. The words they were screaming echoed through time and space. Fear! Fear! Fear! The Queen of Rashearim.

“I love you, Samkiel, and I don’t need a soul to feel that.”

One beat, then two, and even with the dazzling music, his heartbeat was my favorite song.

His face softened as he placed a kiss on my palm. “You didn’t ruin anything. Mark or not, you are all I see, all I want. Destiny be damned, right?”

“Destiny be damned.”

“The only time I want to be responsible for your tears is when you’re a sobbing, aching mess. When I’ve made you come so many times that you weep from bliss.”

I had never felt this kind of intimacy, and I knew he felt it too. I could taste it in his kiss, feel it in how he worshiped my body with every stroke. The proof was in the litany of thoughts he didn’t know how to say out loud.

“My akrai. My Dianna. My love.”

Now I understood the look on my father’s face and my mother’s tears as she held me that night. I did not make Oblivion. I was Oblivion.

Reggie smiled at me, and it was the first real one I had seen from him in a long time. “Bring your queen home.” I gave him a curt nod and shot into the sky, leaving the sound of thunder in my wake.

“The why should be more concerning to you.” “Okay, then.” I mustered every ounce of false bravado. “Why?” Unir smiled, stepping through the table before halting in front of me. He towered over me, far taller than any of his sons, and my head reared back. He stared at the ring on my finger before meeting my eyes again. “The dead have much to discuss with you, Daughter-in-law.” His hands engulfed my skull as darkness filled my mind, and I screamed.