If She's Wicked

She's a war I cannot win. She's our salvation.
Erie is the one creature that can save my race from dying out. The thing is, we broke her, but we broke the wrong parts. Now, the only thing that girl craves is revenge and a need to destroy with a rage that burns hotter than the fires of Hell. I've loved her longer than she has been alive. She's in my veins, and this is one war I cannot afford to lose against her.

He's a battle I'm willing to fight.
They say nothing worthwhile comes easy, that if you want something bad enough, you have to fight to get it. They're idiots. They say love is a battlefield, and they were right about that, but this isn't a battle of wills. It's a battle to the death.
He thinks I can be saved. I don't want to be saved; I want to destroy everything and everyone that ever hurt me. I want the world to feel my pain, to taste my rage. I'm not their savior; I'm their damnation. I don't want to be saved by him or his kind. I'm the War they won't see coming until I'm on top of them, waging it against them.
I am Erie, and I'm going to set the world on fire and walk through the ashes of those who have wronged me.
Warning: Erie isn't a hero; she's the antihero in this story.
This isn't a love story. It's a dark and twisted battle of wills and bare bones. They're going to war against one another, and it will be brutal, chaotic, and beautiful. So if you're not into dark retellings of twisted love stories, this isn't for you. Thank you for looking, but I'm an unapologetic author of alpha-holes and the women who fight back against them. I don't believe in insta-love. I believe in putting them through hell and making them earn it first.