Ivory's Beserker

Some fairytales are destined for ruin

Ivory, one of three royals of the nightwalker race, was broken. No longer was she the bubbly, quirky sister of prophecy. For too long she had denied her true feelings for the only man to set her soul on fire. She had done her best to push him away, only now that he was gone, she pined for him, missed him with every fibre of her being.
This wasn't her fairytale; this wasn't the ending she wanted.
She would get her happily ever after, even if it meant bringing back the dead. But Ivory soon discovers there are worse things than death…

Bishop

Darkness reigned supreme in Bishop's mind. Fleeting memories of a happy time skipped past, too quick to focus. Anger, like nothing he had ever known, coursed through him.
Fight… Kill... Destroy...
The only light in the deep darkness was her. She shone like a beacon, showing him the way home, if only for a second.

Fight her... Kill her... Destroy the light….

Can Ivory bring Bishop back, or will their love destroy each other, taking the nightwalker race with it?