When Death finally desires, the heavens tremble. Before stars burned or breath filled mortal lungs, a prophecy was carved into creation: When his restraint fractures, the cosmos will shift. Death does not hesitate. He governs endings. Extinguishes stars. Guides souls into silence with flawless control. Ancient. Untouchable. Revered and feared across Heaven and Hell alike, Arie has spent eternity executing divine judgment without mercy, without attachment, and without weakness. He has never hungered. He was never meant to. For millennia, he has carried out eternity like machinery—precise, disciplined, untouched by longing. Until her. Born of moonlight and mortal blood, she stands before him unafraid. Pulse warm. Breath alive. Power coiled quietly beneath her skin. She is fragile where he is eternal. Living fire where he is stillness. Sacred chaos against the unbearable weight of his control. And something inside him breaks. He feels her too easily— The heat of her nearness. The dangerous calm when she touches him. The way her voice settles into places no eternity ever reached. She disrupts him. But she is not the only danger rising. Shadow Wolves are losing themselves to the darkness consuming them. Ancient demons stir beneath the surface of the world. Lilith’s obsession with power threatens to ignite a war capable of tearing apart Heaven, Hell, and mankind itself. And somewhere buried beneath prophecy, bloodshed, and celestial warfare lies a terrifying truth about the soul Arie cannot seem to stay away from. Because some souls are not found by accident. Some are written into existence. He could claim her. He is powerful enough. But destiny is not possession. She commands her own path. She chooses who she loves. And for the first time since the dawn of creation— Death is afraid. Not of destruction. Of wanting. He has waited an eternity for her soul. Now he must survive the unbearable possibility… that she may not choose him. Waiting is a dark celestial fantasy filled with immortal warfare, forbidden love, ancient prophecy, morally gray Celestials, monstrous devotion, and the unraveling of beings who were never supposed to feel human at all.

Beverly Morgan Beverly Morgan sat on her couch rubbing her for head, as she stared at the letter in her hand she read it and continued to reread it over and over. She was furious. She couldn’t believe that this was actually happening. My dear sister Bevy, Derek and I love each other. I hope you can understand why I am doing what I am doing. He has asked me to marry Himalayan I have gone to meet him in Greece. I know that you think that I am moving too fast and that I don’t know what love is but I can assure you that I have thought this through and I can’t imagine my life without him, I don’t want to. I hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive me. Derek has included And I’ll expense ticket for you to travel to Sicily. The wedding will be in one week and I really hope you are there to be my maid of honor. If not I understand and regardless I love you very much. Your baby sister, Kara After a half an hour of reading and rereading the letter her sister left on their coffee table for her to read, Beverly slammed it back down on to the table, cursed as loud as she could without starling the neighbors and grabbed her phone. She quickly began to make reservations for a flight to Sicily with ticket provided to her. once her flight was confirmed, Bevy couldn’t stop fear of flying grip her heart and panic begun to consume her. She closed , her eyes and counted to ten, out of all the thinking in this world her fear of flying was the greatest. Bevy tried to recall all the details of Kara’s latest boyfriend. Kara had mentioned he was from Italy and was in New York to open a new night club on behalf of him and his brother. She didn’t take Kara seriously when she told her that she was falling in love with Derek. Mainly because Kara was so free spirited that she often flacked with it came to big emotions. Especially when those feeling became to heavy and she felt like she was being tied down or trapped. However in the last three months, Bevy had seen a change in her sister’s demeanor. The once free spirited Kara, who partied every weekend, going with the flow and seeing where it led, began to stay in and hang out on the couch Saturday nights. Content with sitting next to her big sister, watching a movie, eating pop corn, and smiling stupidly at her phone while she busied herself with texting. As Beverly thought about it, she realized that Kara and Derek had been dating for about six months, and for the last eight weeks, Kara had stayed in every night and weekend. bevy remembered something about Derek having to go back to Sicily, but that he wanted to maintain his relationship with Kara. How could they make the decision to get married all of the sudden? Thier relationship was too new for them to take such a big step in their lives. She knew plenty of Italians while working in the financial industry in New York for the last ten years and remembered Sicilian men never married outside of their status. They would have flings and scandalous affairs, but Sicilian families went back generations and the men and women always marry within permanent Sicilian families to strengthen partnerships and alliances. Beverly realized then and here that she couldn’t let her baby sister marry a Sicilian man. Kara would be setting herself up for a lot of heart ache and struggle. Beverly was sure Derek’s family would never accept her baby sister and they would make her life a living hell. She had to stop this wedding. If not for Kara, then for their parents.

Dorian has everything he could want and more. His mix of a rich boy and bad boy attitude make him both desirable and dangerous. Dorian is use to getting what he wants when he wants it, especially when it comes to the opposite sex. But what happens when a pretty pray catches his eyes, and she wants nothing to do with him? Can he break down her walls and capture her heart? Or will she catch his? Victoria is humble and hardworking. She never bothered with fling romances, not because she's a prude, but more along the lines of her high expectations and unrealistic traits that she believes she will one day find. Yet, at 28 years old, she hasn't had the chance to lay under a man or find the one who checks off all of her boxes. Until she meets a player bad boy with a mean streak who stomps on hearts and toss them aside. She knows she can never let her heart fall for him. It would be her undoing.