Book 2

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As the first full moon of the summer solstice nears, time is running out for Angel and her friends to prepare for a fight-till-death face-off pitting fallen angels, vampires, and werewolves against holy angels, Wiccans, and humanity's protectors. Hadrianus, the first-bitten vampire, is building his armies to fulfill his vengeful mission to capture a goddess who has taken human form. With her in hand, he hopes to leverage her ability to manifest his bloodthirsty desires. If she refuses, he won't think twice about inflicting the most painful of tortures. After all, he's enjoyed murdering her in other incarnations. Feeling like the goddess's body double, Angel fears that both sides are just using her as bait.
 

Overwhelmed by the supernatural world she has just been thrown into, Angel turns to her too-good-to-be-true crush, CJ, for solace. Knowing that their time together is limited to the battle's end, Angel wonders if she can alter the outcome of their relationship in order to hold onto the one person who has loved her for a literal eternity. However, the meddling presence of a constant complication--Rick--is slowly stealing away the precious final days she has with CJ.
 

The world of angels, demons, and the otherworldly hide in the shadows and keep a watchful eye over Angel and her friends. As she comes to understand her own importance within the fight between good and evil, she discovers a truth more real and terrifying than she could have imagined--one that impacts her ancient past, present, and future. 

The wand shook in my hand. I lifted it in the darkness and aimed it in front of me. I couldn’t think about anything by my fear, and I couldn’t remember the magic word to stop the vampires and werewolves. The other word—to kill them—came easily, but I was afraid to use it.

Completely obscured by the black darkness of the forest, the only things I could see were the red and silver eyes inching closer to us assessing our weaknesses.

Defensively, I stretched out my left palm, but my electrical charge was trapped by the fear imprisoning me.

Then, the eyes vanished.

A hungry growl triggered my instinctive response. “Mors!” I yelled at the snarl.

A loud, pained whine echoed through the trees.

Too fast for me to react, two sets of furious red eyes pierced the night’s black velvet cover—an arm’s length away.