He’s death’s outcast. She’s sworn to hunt his kind. Together, they could ignite the end of both worlds.

Condemned to wander for centuries, Angrail has become the monster even demons fear—driven by vengeance, haunted by blood, and unwilling to bow to gods or men.

Ephynia lives for duty. As the God of the Dead’s fiercest huntress, she’s never faltered—until the day she’s bound to the one man she was born to destroy. Angrail is darkness, temptation, danger incarnate…and the only ally who can keep her alive.

But fate is merciless. Enemies close in, old secrets claw free, and desire burns hotter than betrayal. To survive, Ephynia must decide if she’ll fight her bond—or surrender to the forbidden fire that could consume them both.

In a war between gods, demons, and desire, love might be the deadliest weapon of all.

Tendrils of white and silver crept along the floor. Flowing over mangled warriors lying in tangled heaps. Rancid and uncomfortable, the air hung heavy with the carnage.

Swords and shattered spears protruded from mangled remains.
Angrail surveyed the damage with a knowing eye.

Pain washed over him and he straightened, none of those present were his to deal with — not this day. Drip, Drip, blood dropped along the steps, a slow spread of scarlet that soaked the stones. He moved through groups of the battle-weary, grief clinging to them like a second skin. So much suffering, none realized their fortunes. Be it good or bad, he could not say, only that they were yet of their home world and not of his.

For this night Death walked among them.