When her glass tears shatter, their blood will fall thick. The uprising is coming, and they will be ready for it.
When her eighteenth birthday came around, Annabelle felt different. Stronger, faster . . . better. Her father had beaten her, touched her, since she was small. Just because it was her birthday, didn’t mean today would be different. But it was.
He killed her with a butcher’s knife. But Anna got back up, without a single scratch.
See, Annabelle, wasn’t just Annabelle; she was Annabelle Fury Hamilton, daughter of the first fallen angel. She was the first and most powerful nephilim. And when the Hidden World finds her, the uprising begins.