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

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

Without the capability to love and hate, rejoice and mourn, gain and lose, there could be no balance. For every hardship, there must be prosperity. Hate could not exist without love. There could be no joy without knowing grief.

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.

Every beginning has an end. But for every end, there must be a new beginning. That’s what the ten dreamed. The fall of ruin and wrath. And the rise of blood and bone.

The essence that had transferred from Poppy to us wasn’t the same. Somehow, the two she had within her had split between us. Life. Death.

“Even she knows you need to stay away from her,” Reaver commented, picking himself up. “So, try listening to her, you idiotic fuck.”

cackling

“You should ask yourself why she asked me to make such a promise,” Kieran said. I closed my eyes. But it did nothing to prevent him from landing a blow that hurt worse than any fists could. “And not you.”

I am screaming

I would rise from my position against the wall but not as blood and bone. I would rise as wrath and retribution and wouldn’t be in control.

“You remind me of someone I once knew.” The other side of the lips tipped up. “He, too, loved her.”

He had been, and always would be, my equal. He was my husband. My King. My heartmate. He was… “You’re my everything

“That is Thorne,”

Ariana what are you doing here

He was beautiful. He was… My heart. My soul. My King. Casteel Da’Neer was my everything, and I would never stop loving him. Not in this life, whether it be my last, or if I was brought back. I would always love him.

Cas…yeah, he was in his asshole era.

DEAD

He sat upon the remnants of ruin and wrath, a throne of bone and ash. The Primal God of Death and Destruction.