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. It’s

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

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?”

“A single act can change the world.”

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?”

“On Rashearim, we had a flower that put the beauty of this one to shame. It had rings of yellow and blue that moved in waves across the petals when you touched it. It was called orneliamus, or liam for short. They were my mother’s favorite, and a symbol of strength and protection. They could adapt to any climate and were so sturdy, they were nearly impossible to kill. It took the death of the planet to eradicate them.”

“That’s eight ways now, because when we leave here, I’m going to fuck the word friend out of your vocabulary.”

“The prophecy remains. One falls, one rises, and the end begins. It was foretold and will remain. One carved from darkness, one carved from light. The world will shudder.”