The Primal of Blood and Bone (Blood and Ash, #6)

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

I saw Ancients who had gone to ground and ones yet to Awaken claw their way free, shaking the realms. And I knew they were no longer the great givers of life and the anchors that kept the essence of the realms stable. They were the end that erupted mountains and turned days into endless nights, toppling cities of steel and drying oceans. I saw them rise, full of ruin and wrath.

Two daughters. Two Kings. And the Great Conspirator. It was inevitable. The end would come.