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

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

That’s what the ten dreamed. The fall of ruin and wrath. And the rise of blood and bone.

“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.”

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

“So, are we just going to ignore the fact that he looks like he’s a long-lost Da’Neer?”

“But you are mates of the heart. Your lives are not the only things linked. It means your actions will determine hers, and vice versa. If Kolis hasn’t learned that yet, he will. Don’t become the fatal flaw in her armor.”

“Casteel?” he called. When I faced him, he stared back with eyes churning with eather. “Be good to her.” I frowned. What a strange fucking thing to say. But I was too weary to point that out. “Always.” The smile returned. “And forever.”

“I will do anything. Give anything. Please, Seraphena. Bring your granddaughter back to me.”

The Queen of the Gods had answered my prayers.

“Now, they rise. Not from the blood and ash, but from the ruin and wrath of all they created.”

“You were pulled beyond the Veil because of the Awakening,”

You are the start of a new pantheon.”

“I like her,” Thorne remarked.

“The all-powerful Arae are really just cowards.”

Casteel. The wings were not visible, but a crown the color of the darkest night and shaped like jagged bone antlers rested upon his head. He sat upon the remnants of ruin and wrath, a throne of bone and ash. The Primal God of Death and Destruction.