The Book of Azrael (Gods & Monsters, #1)

by Amber V. Nicole

“But it’s impossible. You cannot exist. The Ig’Morruthens died in the Gods War.”

We already have three of The Hand of Rashearim here. Anything that could kill them either died in the war or has been sealed away for centuries.

Ah, yes, the book. The reason we were running all over, searching Onuna.

Without breaking stride, I donned the face of the Bloodthirsty Queen. It was who they were expecting, who they feared—and rightly so. She had earned her reputation over the centuries.

“The fabled World Ender. The legend. The Son of Unir. Wielder of the Blade of Oblivion. And where is he?”

“I am a Guardian of the Etherworld and the Netherworld. The Hand of Samkiel.”

None of The Hand fell. We are still as many as the day Samkiel chose us. And once he learns of your existence, he will come back.”

Resurrection, no matter the circumstances, is forbidden. You do not gain something so precious as a life without paying a hefty price.

She was my enemy, yet my enemy was the only one who seemed to understand me and the demons I fought.

They’re staring because they think you’re gorgeous.”

His eyes bored into mine a fraction of a second too long. “Pity. I wouldn’t share.”

I didn’t remember how long we talked, but somewhere amidst her laughter and smiles, I decided I would rip the world apart for her.

“You already consume my every waking thought. Must you consume my dreams as well?”

couldn’t kiss him, but for a completely different reason. I knew it would end me, and I would be lost.