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August 8 - August 15, 2025
“Don’t look at me like that. You must be made an example of, my brother or not. My soldier, my legion, will think I show mercy if I don’t exact even the smallest punishment for your betrayal. You understand, yes?” My throat tightened, but I wouldn’t show her my fear. I learned eons ago how to mask it, hiding all my emotions. Above all, I couldn’t let Isaiah know. But to be locked beneath the palace, I didn’t know how far it was, how deep… how dark.
Why do i have the smallest belief that kaden may have a redemption arc.... It feels like he was forced to be a monster by nismera and he doesnt actually want to be.... I could be insane though
We spent eons trapped in Yejedin, locked away by the one person who was supposed to love us no matter what. 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 wanted to be daggers and steel and something the realms could fucking choke on.
“This ends now. No more snooping around this palace. If I catch you, I’ll send you to her myself. How much magic can you do with no hands, hmm?” I tried to jerk my chin from his grip, but he held tight. “Let go of me!” A cold chill went up my spine as he held me there. In a serious lapse of judgment, I had forgotten he was a predator, an apex of his species, just like Dianna.
He’d locked us in the realm we used to run with vile beasts and creatures he deemed beneath him. Like them, we were nothing but inconveniences to him. So, we had built our own home from the ground up in that prison realm, and it had turned our hearts as jagged and brutal as the landscape. He never came back, never checked on us. I knew he had replaced us with that squealing runt of a child that had been born.
Again understanding why kaden is so evil... How could unir never come back to check on his children even once
It wasn’t until the world shook and fractured that I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that one of our siblings loved us. She had cared enough to punch her way through our prison to save us. Nismera made it possible. She cared, and she would have our loyalty until we were ashes and the realms burned.
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.”
Without Samkiel acting as her light, darkness was all that remained.
He can hate me. He can leave me. I don’t care, but I will be the one to keep him alive. The world needs him, even if he doesn’t need me.”
“I can tell you with a hundred percent accuracy that there is no vision I have ever seen where he changes his mind about you.”
He had made good on his promise from earlier, and our wedding night had turned into our wedding morning, then afternoon and evening. Now here we were, finally in the kitchen after he’d fucked me into oblivion and back.
It felt like fire erupted across my skin, flowed through my veins, and ignited in my soul. The world shook, and another peal of thunder rocked the air. The swirling mass of power in the sky halted and turned as if it had just been waiting. I threw a single arm up, and my power rushed forward, the silver racing so fast night turned into day. It crashed into my fingertips before spreading, surging into me in waves.
Looking around the desolate wasteland that he had created, I finally understood the true nature of his destructive power and why they called him World Ender.
“Oblivion,” Isaiah whispered. “How did you get that from Mera?” My lips curled in disgust. “I did not get it. I am it. Oblivion is not something anyone can take from me.”
You should have come to me. I would have given you all a home, a family.” Something twisted and broke inside of me. Family. It was the one thing Kaden and I had craved most of all, and we had learned a long time ago we were not made to have. Weapons of war. That was all we were.
You’re supposed to protect the world, not me.” “You are my world.”
“I would make sure they stay close to one another if I were you. If there is too much separating, the body realizes it’s void. It tries to revert to its most basic, primal urges.”