The Wrath of the Fallen (Gods & Monsters, #4)

by Amber V. Nicole

They didn’t understand that they would find her when the time was right, and it had to be right. Too soon, and their fate could spin farther than I’d be able to catch.

Explain

“Have your visions changed, kinsman?” he asked. I allowed my eyes to wander the expanse before us, rolling hills with gray stones sprinkled between the trees. Life among the plains. Life and him. “No, I still hear the screams. I feel the dying winds and see the spiraling sky touch the ground. It is the beginning of an impenetrable darkness. The beginning of the end truly and all roads lead to one.”

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The last bits of Unir’s kingdom will fall, and I am afraid they will go with it.”

“Coward,” I snapped again. “I won’t damn this world because I’m scared and don’t think for a moment that I am not terrified. He is, and so are you, but it’s what we do when fear threatens to turn us numb that tells us who we are. It tells me exactly who you are that every time things get hard, you give up or lie or run away.” Elianna scoffed and folded her arms. She shook her head and lifted her chin, trying and failing to look the part of the prestigious council member she used to be. “I may be a coward, but at least I’ll be alive. This?” She pointed toward the medallion. “This is suicide.” “The way I see it, we’re dead anyway,” I said, tucking the medallion into my pocket. The weight of it pulled on my jacket and lay heavy on my soul. “It’s better to die by what you think is right than to live under a lie.”

I wouldn’t cry, though. No. Dianna wouldn’t cry. I sniffled for the last time and squared my shoulders. Dianna had been through tougher things than this, and I would be strong like her.

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“Why do you have to wear her face?” I growled. “Would you like a comforting truth or a lie?” Death asked. “The truth.” Death stared at me with those opaque, empty eyes. “She intrigues me. She will intrigue beings far beyond here. But, above all, she is the one being that actually terrifies me. She has no idea the power she strokes with her mere fingertips, what she controls. The one being that could fix or destroy everything, depending on how we play our cards.”

Oooo

You see, I may be Death, but I cannot kill. I only take what passes, either naturally or unnaturally. Such is my burden.”

“Don’t be sad,” Zasyn said, lifting my chin. She tipped her head toward the bathroom where Isaiah had gone. “Good or bad, he will follow you anywhere. You have to be more careful, for him, if not for yourself.”

“What about his kingdom?” Isaiah said, and I stopped. “When will we tell her where they stay? She’s already asked me, Brother. I’ve kept my mouth shut because I know you still harbor feelings for Dianna, but I think she knows I am keeping something from her.”

“So, from what I’m gathering, not only did she not die in the rebellion, but she has teamed up with your psychotic sister and built weapons that can make our eyes bleed from the sound, all because you decided, hey let’s talk about weapons of mass destruction after penetration.”

Hahahaha

I waved toward the door. “Please, go check on the others while I wash my hands,

Someone is gunna attack her

If she shows. Lie and find me.”

Not a complete sentence?

To The Council of Rashearim, My departure is abrupt, but the circumstances are equally so. I must meet with the great council while I can. When Zasyn and I return, we shall discuss the matter further. Athos is to hold my seat until my return. Any questions or issues are to be directed toward her. Unir 47 DU A concussion of shock racked my bones and encompassed my thoughts. If the date and time were correct, that would mean Unir wasn’t present when he locked us in Yejedin.

One second she was halfway across the room, the next her boot was on my throat and her blade was buried deep into my gut.

Both siblings have tried to kill him

“Mera,” Isaiah started, his eyes full of disbelief as he looked at me, then her. “What are you doing?”

I didn’t put it together that Mera and Nismera were same

Ig’Morruthens blasted fire into the forest over the ridge. The two beasts were massive, one black like Dianna and the other with red mixed with its inky dark scales. It looked like they were chasing something,

Kaden, Isaiah, and Mera!!

You may rage and react in anger, but I know you. I know where your anger comes from and why it burns so hot. You love aggressively and angrily sometimes, but you still love. Don’t let jealousy twist it into something ugly.”

“You just… are not what I expected. You are his amata. I felt it in the ferociousness he exhibited. I thought you’d be taller, perhaps? More muscular? Or just… more?” “Hey!” I snapped. “Perhaps, blonde?” he said. “Or male.” “Sorry to disappoint.” Unir shrugged. “No disappointment. Your demeanor and the confidence you wield make you his match. I am happy he has found you.”

Ew

My vision clouded, the haze that had lingered at the edges turning murky and dark before everything went bright and clear. I was me again, in control of my own body.

“You are very intelligent. I assume my son likes that about you the most.” “Actually, it’s my mouth, but I won’t scar you with that.”

😂

Dianna said that once we got them back, we would have a party of slumber.

“You know, I mourned you,” Isaiah said. “When I was locked in that dungeon, I replayed your death over and over, and I mourned you. I don’t know what happened or why you came back, but you returned an even bigger dick than before. Maybe you should go back to being dead because you aren’t the brother I know.”

DAMN

my Dianna

With my demise once again so close, my only thought was and would be her. I wished we had a different life together, a less brutal and violent one. Where our days weren’t filled with nothing but battle and thoughts of survival. Instead, I wanted peace, family, adventures, and thoughts of us. I’d wanted so badly to win this war so that I could give that life to her. I would have sweated, bled, and fought for it. Perhaps if we could not have it here, we would have it in another life. I had no doubt that I would find her again.

Samkiel spoke of finding me in another life, but I wanted him in this one.

😭

the hotel that Samkiel had led us to in Whitcliff

EVERYONE IS ABOUT TO BE HERE

“In life or death, I am yours.”

When it comes to you, I’ll always choose you, no matter the consequences. The world can burn, and the realms can fall to destruction. If there is ever a choice between the two, I need you to know that neither the crown nor the throne means anything to me. None of it would matter without you. It’s always you. You are my priority. I may be a god, but you are the altar at which I worship.”

Be right back MY HEART

I want our home and the city you’ve made safe. After everything, I want peace for us. What if one day we decided we want a family, children?” His brows rose, and he grunted in pain as he sat up, his hands reaching for the waistband of his lounge pants. “All right. Let’s get started right now.”

“I know we joked about it before, but I’d want that with you. A family, if you so wish it. Anything you want, Dianna, merely ask, and I’ll carve the universe into atoms to make it so.”

😭

“I have lived an entirely long time, seen realms rise and fall, but I think I’ve always been a ghost. Never really there, I just moved through life waiting for something that would make me feel alive, make it all worth it. I wasn’t living without you, akrai, and I wouldn’t choose to remain without you.”

I CANT STAND SWEET SAMI

“We need to sleep so we can resume our search for Miska tomorrow,”

Boy are yall in for a treat

“Find my broken palace, Ayla. Consume all that is left of me and learn the truth. Then and only then will you have the power to stop what I could not.”

my will shall be inherited by the god you bed. I have tasted the darkness that lives in his blood. There will be nothing left when he finally decides to use it.”

“I’ll do whatever you want me to do. Just say the word.” “All right then.” She smiled. “Feed me.”

I’ve been with you on every bloodsoaked battlefield. I’ve lived in your shadow every time you raised a blade. You’ve begged me to take you on nights when memories screamed too loud on the shards of your former home. You and I have danced around each other for a very long time,

Oh, my love. How Death has wounded you.

💜

We’re basically sisters now.”

Gag

My Dianna

I will offer you my help, unburdened of ill intentions, in exchange for Isaiah’s life.”

“She has Oblivion,” he said as if he had not noticed before. “Had,” Kaden said, and we looked back at him. “She tried to use that ring of yours. It worked once and dissolved. We all know why now.” “What does he mean?” I asked, looking between them. “Didn’t tell her yet?” Kaden’s brows lifted slightly. “Tell me what?” Samkiel shook his head, looking down at me. “We’ve had far more important things to worry about.” “Tell me what?” I said again. “Your precious World Ender doesn’t need the ring for Oblivion. He is Oblivion.”

I couldn’t take away his pain and grief, but I could stay close in the dark and help him battle the demons that plagued him

“Oh gods, I thought I was going insane! If I have to hear your thoughts, I am going to lose my fucking mind.” That wasn’t Samkiel’s voice. We stared at each other in shock, and I shook my head. Samkiel stood so suddenly he damn near toppled me into the snow as Isaiah and Kaden came out of the trees, carrying more wood and three rabbits. “Absolutely fucking not!” Samkiel all but roared. “It’s not my fault,” Isaiah said, dropping the wood.

Hahahaha

No one likes this, but we have to work together or we all fucking die. Anyone in favor of living, please raise your hand.” I raised mine, waving sarcastically. Samkiel ignored me, as did Kaden, but Isaiah shrugged and lifted his hand.

Lol

“This must be really hard for you since you’re still in love with her.”

I dont like isaiah but he can be funny

Silence fell, a look passing across Isaiah and Kaden’s faces. Perhaps they were wondering the same as I?

You could find out

Gargoyle statues sat at the end, guarding a towering archway marked in runes, their mouths gaping in a snarl and twisted wings flaring above them. “What does it say?” I asked, staring up at the arch with narrowed eyes. “Those who pass this threshold leave hope behind,” Kaden read out loud. “All right.” I blew out a breath. “Not foreboding at all.”

This man possessed an alien beauty that was almost painful to look at. His dark hair was cropped close and spiky. Stubble dusted a jawline I feared was sharper than Samkiel’s. His dark tunic blended with the shadows, and I hadn’t realized how tall he was until he stepped from their depths. I hated that I had to lean back to look up at him. It made me feel submissive to a predator who thought he had an advantage over me. His tunic was open almost to his navel, displaying a sculpted chest and far more abs than you would expect to find on a man. Necklaces encircled his throat, some short, others long. The gold made his tan skin almost gleam, the bracelets around his wrists heavy and thick, the rings on his fingers matching. He was devastatingly handsome in an Otherworldly way, and he moved with the confidence of a being who knew his place in the world, and it was at the top.

Oh?

Dianna is not some simple consort or conquest to me, nor is she some vessel I can empty myself into when I feel the need and then not think of her again. She is everything to me, the very blood in my veins. Beings dream of paradise, of everlasting bliss when they eventually die and leave this life, but that’s what she is to me. I can’t imagine a world without her in it,

He will not risk her.” My laugh was mocking, the sound devoid of humor. “You haven’t been around him in a long time. You don’t know him anymore.” “Oh, yeah?” he challenged, lifting a pierced brow. “I know he loves her.” “He does not,” I said, taking a step forward, and Isaiah took one back. “Oh, he does, and trust me when I say my brother has loved no one like that before, nor will he again.” “He damn near ripped her to pieces to drag her back to him,” I yelled, the sound loud enough that my baritone reverberated through the forest. “Not to mention, he murdered her sister in an act of retribution.” “By Nismera’s orders,” Isaiah rebutted. I scoffed. “Oh, that is such a fucking load of shit. That’s not love.” Isaiah frowned as his jaw healed, his busted lip following. “You know nothing of it, do you?” I asked in brutal honesty, no longer yelling or screaming. Isaiah, for once, said nothing as he avoided my gaze, which told me more than enough. “Then allow me to enlighten you, Brother,” I said. “Love means you would never bend to someone else’s will if it meant hurting the person you claim to care about, physical, emotional, or mental. It’s not an ultimatum or pain. You don’t hurt the ones you love. You protect them with everything you have, everything you are. Love is the unthinkable measures you’d go to for them, regardless of the consequences. If he truly loved her, as you say, he would have told Nismera to fuck off. He would have chosen her over orders, the world, and god...