Breaker

Beth Hartwell died at seven years old. Beth Breaker rose in her place.
After a tragic accident in 1983, Beth awakens in New Jerusalem — the vast celestial city orbiting Earth — where Christ Himself welcomes her into a new life. Fearless, stubborn, and already convinced she was born to fight monsters, Beth quickly proves that death was only the beginning of her story.
Raised in the House of New Joy under the watchful care of her guardian angel Lasta’el and her adoptive mother Clara Barton, Beth trains under legends such as Annie Oakley and Jeanne d’Arc. At twelve, Christ gives her the Heavenly name Dragonbreaker, marking her destiny in the coming war against the Fallen.

From the Royal Navy Marines to Rapha’el’s elite strike team, Beth’s path carries her from the Moon to Mars and into the heart of cosmic conflict. Armed with her Spirit Sword Stormsinger and dagger Wyrmbane, she battles nephilim giants, shedim demons, and the dragon gods who once ruled the planets. By twenty‑three she has become the dreaded Wraith of Mars.
Yet even a life forged for battle has its vulnerabilities. For Beth, that weakness has a name: James Murphy — infuriating, magnetic, impossible to ignore.
Breaker is the definitive chronicle of Beth’s rise from resurrected child to legendary warrior, revealing the faith, fire, and fierce humanity behind the woman destined to stand between Heaven and the darkness.

Excerpt:

Beth took the handle of the wooden sword and pulled it from Gabriel’s hands. She held it up, her yearning for the Holy Spirit not just in her sword but in her life, strong and pure. The wooden blade lit with a bright blue glow that forced the men to shield their eyes. Where there had only been smooth wood, ancient Heavenly script began to form. “That’s not possible… I…” Gabriel stammered. He turned to Lasta’el, who looked appalled. “It’s never done that before! It’s not supposed to do that!” Then realisation struck him. “Wait. It’s not the sword at all, is it? It’s her.” Beth struck a nearby mannequin, neatly removing its head. “Yay! Thanks, Mr Gabriel!” She tore off down the corridor, waving the sword wildly. “Wait! Beth! You can’t—” Lasta’el shouted and then quietly muttered to himself, “Clara is going to kill me.” Gabriel and Galahad exchanged a look as they watched the distressed malak. “Who exactly is that girl, malak?” Galahad asked. “She’s Elizabeth Hartwell,” Lasta’el said meekly. “Just Elizabeth Hartwell.” “That girl isn’t just anything,” Gabriel muttered, grinning as he walked away. “Good luck with her.”