Oath of Darkness

"I'm the one who got you this far, no?" I swivelled back around to fully face her, taking a couple steps closer. She sprung to her feet and my movement forced her to back up, spine hitting the wall behind her. "Or have you already forgotten that part, temptress?"

Her nose wrinkled, displeasure appearing in her expression as she kept her eyes on mine. "I wish you would stop calling me that. It makes me nauseous."

I grinned and moved one last final stride toward her. I studied her for a moment, tilting my head as a hint of redness creeped up onto her cheeks. "Do you usually blush when you're nauseous, darling? Or is that just for me?"

She is the spark that refuses to die.
He is the silence that swallows the world.
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Esmeralda Rosewood killed her friends. Or at least, that's what everyone else believes.
She still remembers the moment the cave trembled beneath her touch instantly when her fingers brushed the ancient scythe, said to belong to the god of death, but most importantly? The silence that followed when she was the only one left standing out of her friends shook her with fears she couldn't explain.

Silas Rowan Blackwell is the death god's name mortals whisper in fear.
When the earth shifts and the gods awaken after centuries of being dormant in the heavens, Silas turns his attention to the one who touched the scythe. To him, she is not a girl or a princess: she is a threat. One who may destroy the world with power she does not understand... or save it.