Nephilim (Sons of Old Trilogy, #3)
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Estimated Publication Date: August 2015
Synopsis: After the loss of Dustin, Zahara throws herself into taking care of the Howling Café—the café he left to her in his will and fights to keep a rhythm of normalcy with the others. It’s the best they can do since Lucifer has gone underground and any attempts to find him have rendered no leads.
Endymion, Prince of the Angel Kingdom, isn’t exactly helping though. Thanks to his brash and arrogant attitude, Zahara finds she would rather stab him with her dagger than hang out with him for any period of time. But she has no choice. Endymion is the only who can help her learn to control the magic threatening to take over her body thanks to his connection to the soul lying dormant inside of her. Nevaeh was once the most powerful Nephilim in the Supernatural Kingdoms and engaged to the Prince himself. She also happened to be Lucifer’s daughter who was killed in the first Supernatural War. Her soul is key to Lucifer creating war again—not just with the Supernatural Kingdoms but with Heaven itself. Endymion is determined to keep that from happening, even if that means destroying the soul of the only woman he’s ever loved so Zahara can live.
Complicating things even more—as if they could get any more complicated—is the revelation of an ancient Grimoire once held by Margaret. The Grimorie contains powerful spells passed down through the generations of coven members within the Light Witch community. But Margaret hid it away before she helped take Lucifer down the first time. The Grimoire not only holds the two dark spells Lucifer needs to complete the final phase of his plan but a secret Lucifer never knew about.
Zahara and company are in a race to find the Grimoire before Lucifer can but Margaret didn’t exactly make it easy. Seven keys have to be found in order to discover the location where the Grimoire had been hidden. Making matters worse is a new coven that has suddenly appeared in town. A coven made of a variety of supernaturals, all under Lucifer’s command.
The clock is ticking.
Battles will be waged.
Life changing secrets will be revealed.
The stage for the epic battle is set and not everyone will make it out alive.
“Nevaeh, what’s wrong?” Endymion asked remaining behind her, eyes watching her curls come alive in the wind. His fingers twitched against his sides.
Nevaeh remained silent.
“You can either tell me why you’re angry or we can call it a night,” Endymion insisted.
Nevaeh continued to stare out at the water, saying nothing.
Endymion lifted his bronze sword and said, “Whatever is bothering you, make sure to get over it by tomorrow. There’s no use in training if you aren’t going to be present and keep your mind focused. Come, I will walk you back to the palace.”
“You kissed Leanna,” Nevaeh finally spoke out.
Endymion eyed her back in confusion. “What are you talking about?”
Nevaeh whirled around, hands in fists, anger flaming in her eyes. “What do you mean what am I talking about? At the party tonight at the palace. I saw you. You kissed Leanna in the courtyard. Why?” She punctuated every word with a snap of her tongue.
Endymion’s eyebrows shut up and he blinked at her. “Oh,” he said simply. “Why does that matter?” He asked, confusion returning to his face. “Is that what’s been distracting you this evening?” He shook his head. “Why are you wasting your time with trivial concerns?”
“So you admit you were kissing her?” Nevaeh accused, a hitch in her tone.
Endymion’s face softened as he registered what Nevaeh meant. “Nevaeh, we’ve talked about—”
“You kissed her!” Nevaeh bellowed, the fire in her eyes simmered as they glittered with repressed tears.
Endymion reached out a hand toward her but Nevaeh took a step back. He sighed and ran a hand through his blinding white hair. “I didn’t kiss Leanna, Nevaeh, not exactly anyway.”
Nevaeh scoffed and folded her arms. “It’s either yes or no. And I saw you anyway, I just wanted to give you the chance to admit it. Why? Why did you kiss her?”
Endymion knew what the real question was: why would he kiss Leanna instead of her?
“I know what you think you saw but I didn’t kiss Leanna. I headed outside to get a breather from the party. Leanna walked out to the courtyard claiming she wanted to speak with me and before I can fully comprehend her actual intentions, she has thrown herself at me and kissed me. I instantly pulled her back and distanced myself from her, letting her know that whatever she expected to happen between us wouldn’t take place.”
Nevaeh’s dark green eyes roamed his face. After a few seconds, her cheeks began to be dusted by a pink hue and she looked down at her feet. “Oh,” she said quietly.
Endymion’s lips shaped into a small smile. “Is that all you wanted to accuse me of this evening or do you have some other sordid rumor about me you wish for me to explain before we return to the palace?”“My heart felt like it was cut in half when I saw Leanna with you in the courtyard,” she said softly, keeping her eyes on the sand. “I know you said my crush on you would pass eventually and we would just move on from it. Like an afterthought,” Nevaeh sniffled. “But after tonight I can’t deny how much I feel for you. I know you don’t have feelings for me,” she said wiping at her cheeks with the back of her hand. “I’m just an apprentice. I know you care for me but it’s not the same way I do for you,” her voice hiccuped. “But I just have to tell you or I’ll be swallowed up by the words sitting silent inside of me.” She took a shaky deep breath and wiped at her cheeks again. Looking up at Endymion, the same steel returned to her eyes and she pushed her shoulders back, straightening. “I-I love you, Endymion.”