The Sound Of Ruin
Buried in silence for centuries, Theron was meant to be forgotten—locked away as penance, left to starve until even memory surrendered. But when Nyssa tears open his tomb, she does more than wake an ancient hunger. She binds herself to the very ruin she thought she could resist.
His blood vow is simple: protect her, claim her, keep her. But Theron’s protection is as dangerous as it is consuming, and every moment in his shadow tangles Nyssa deeper in a bond that demands surrender. She feels his hunger in her veins, his voice in her thoughts, his vow echoing sharper than any chain. And behind every promise is a reminder: Theron is not tamed. He is a killer, as merciless as the centuries that shaped him—and loving him means loving the ruin he brings.
Torn between terror and desire, between the fragile life she knows and the eternity Theron offers, Nyssa must decide if she is strong enough to embrace the darkness she freed—or if his devotion will destroy them both. Because forever with a monster is not a promise of peace. It is a promise of hunger, obsession, and the kind of love that cuts as deep as it heals.
A dark paranormal romance about hunger, obsession, and the thin line between protection and possession, The Sound of Ruin is for readers who like their monsters unrepentant, their heroines defiant, and their tension sharp enough to bleed. Expect enemies that burn into lovers, blood-soaked vows that refuse to break, and a gothic fantasy world where survival demands surrender and love is the most dangerous risk of all.
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Chapter: Chapter Thirty-Five: Mortal ExplorationThe first thing I felt was heat.Not her body against mine, though memory still clung to me like smoke—her scent in the sheets, the phantom weight of her head against my chest. Not her pulse, which had carried me through the night, steady and taunting, a rhythm I counted until the hours bled thin. This was different—brighter, crueler. It gnawed at the edge of my hand where it had strayed past the curtain.I hissed and snatched back my fingers. Skin blackened and split, the smell of it sharp as iron and seared flesh. Sunlight: a predator older than me, pouring through the seam like molten glass.Too late. I had lingered too long. The night had abandoned me, and now I crouched in a room made dangerous by the very thing she worshipped with her waking.I crouched at the edge of her bed, watching the seam of the curtain burn faint gold, and considered the mathematics of leaving. How far could I make it before fire took me? Could I vault roof to roof fast enough to find shadow? Could I craw
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Chapter: Chapter Thirty-Four: Blackout VowsThe day unraveled like thread between my fingers. I tried to knot myself into ordinary things—coffee, dishes, errands—but every quiet moment hummed with the memory of his arm around me, the weight of it, the impossible fact that he stayed until dawn. I carried that surprise like a bruise under my skin. It hurt when I pressed it, but I kept pressing anyway.Marianne texted twice, both messages laced with worry she tried to hide as banter. I stared at the screen until the words blurred. What could I tell her—that the monster they whispered about in the streets was curling himself around me at night like a shield made of fangs? That the reason the sirens had gone quiet was because he let me chain him with a word? No. Some truths were too sharp to hand over.So I answered nothing. I let the phone go dark and sat with my own shadows instead.By late afternoon I felt raw, as if my skin didn’t quite fit. The blackout curtains I’d hung hours before shut the light out so completely that my roo
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Chapter: Chapter Thirty-Three: Eternity’s First ScarThe dawn burned me for staying.I should have gone when her breathing evened, when her hand loosened against my wrist. Every instinct shrieked to vanish, to slide back into shadow before the gray touched the curtains. But I didn’t. I lay there in her bed with the heat of her pressed against me, and I let the sun’s threat creep closer until my skin itched with it. For her. Always for her.She had said, hold me. Nothing more. Does she know what it costs me to lie still? To feel her pulse against my arm and not bite? To breathe her hair and not bury my mouth in her throat?The restraint carved me hollow. It scraped my bones raw. I shook with it, every muscle locked until even the mattress trembled. She thought it was fear easing from her chest. It wasn’t. It was me, waging war with myself in silence, learning the shape of a chain I had never worn before.I could have taken her a hundred times in the hours she slept. One gasp and I could have slipped my fang through skin, licked salt, dru
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Chapter: Chapter Thirty-Two: Night OneMorning broke like a held breath finally let go. No sirens. No push alerts screaming death into my hands. Marianne texted a string of hearts and a blurry photo of her coffee. Jamie sent a meme about Monday trying to kill him. Normal. The word sat wrong on my tongue, chalky and fragile.I stood at the window with a mug I didn’t drink, listening to the city’s quiet. It wasn’t peace—not with the roofline cutting the sky like a blade—but it wasn’t the night’s wail either. Somewhere out there he had fed and not killed, if he’d kept his word. Somewhere out there the chain I’d named was humming against his ribs.Relief and dread twisted together until I couldn’t tell them apart. What kind of monster listened? What kind of woman wanted him to?I tried to live the day like a person who didn’t watch the roof. I showered. I dressed. I cooked eggs and burned them and ate them anyway. When I caught myself touching the small healed wound he’d left on me, I forced my hands to the sink, scrubbed a pl
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Chapter: Chapter Thirty-One: ChainedNight opens like a throat, and I drop into it.The chain she named hums along my ribs—a thin, bright wire. “Feed to live,” she said, and the words lodge like a splinter under my tongue. I taste them with every breath. I hate them. I need them.Hunger makes a map of the city for me. Warm rooms. Thin doorways. Hearts bright as lanterns behind plaster and brick. I could pick any of them. Tear a piece from the dark and swallow. I have done it for longer than their countries have had names.I choose an alley that smells like old rain and fresh breath. A man waits there with patience that isn’t kindness. His phone is a mirror to his face; he pretends to read. He has already watched three women pass. He will watch a fourth.She turns the corner alone, keys in her fist because some part of her knows the world’s teeth. He steps off the wall as if to ask a question.I drop behind him.He never sees me. My hand closes his mouth; my other hand lifts him by the back of the neck until his feet leav
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Chapter: Chapter Thirty: Feed To LiveThe news broke before dawn—sirens, headlines, whispers of more bodies discovered in the alleys. I didn’t need to read the details. I knew. I felt it in the hollow of my chest, in the phantom press of his mouth still bruising me. He had kept his word in the narrowest sense—Marianne was alive, Jamie too—but strangers had bled for my silence.I couldn’t stay curled under blankets. Fear gnawed, but guilt burned hotter. I brushed my teeth until my gums stung, tied my hair back with shaking hands, and stood at the bottom of the attic ladder listening to the house breathe. The air up there always smelled like dust and rain. Tonight it smelled like decision. My knees wanted to fold. I climbed anyway.Each rung creaked under my weight. My palms were slick. By the time I slid the hatch back, my pulse was a drum in my ears and the edges of my vision were going dark and bright, dark and bright. Roof, wind, stars. And him—already turned toward me like he had been carved there to wait.“Theron,” I
Last Updated: 2025-12-21
Her Possessive Mate
"You may be mine, but I am not yours."
Kalmin’s emerald eyes blazed with fury as he turned away, slamming the door and locking Nuri inside.
"I didn’t ask to be your mate, Alpha,” Nuri hissed at the door. “And if I had a choice, I wouldn’t choose you either.”
But choices mean nothing when fate decides for you.
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Nuri is a half-wolf, half-human hybrid—unclaimed by any world, unwanted by her mate, and trapped in a bond forged by fate. Kalmin is the ruthless Alpha of the Blue River Pack, feared for his brutality and worshipped for his power. The only thing he despises more than weakness… is her.
She didn’t ask to be his. He refuses to be hers.
But there’s no severing the mating bond. No escape from the pull that drags her closer every time he pushes her away. And no hiding the way her body betrays her when he gets too close.
What begins as a battle for survival becomes something far more dangerous—an unraveling. Of secrets. Of control. Of hearts.
Because hating someone is easy. Wanting them is not.
In a world where strength is survival and love is a luxury neither of them can afford, Nuri must decide if she’ll run—or rise.
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Dark. Addictive. Fated. This gritty werewolf romance is for 18+ readers only. Contains graphic sexual content, violence, and themes some may find triggering. Proceed with caution—and maybe a safe word.
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Chapter: Chapter 116And he found hers. The girl who sat in the dark, praying she wasn’t broken. The woman who walked into the woods and never walked back out the same. Kalmin thrust again, deeper this time, as if drawn forward by something he didn’t understand. Nuri clung to him, her body trembling, her mind overwhelmed but open—so open. Thoughts weren’t separate anymore. Neither were memories. They shared everything. Nuri saw Kalmin’s childhood, his first shift, the moment he’d realized his omega blood didn’t make him weaker—just lonelier. She saw the moment he’d taken the fall for Ellery, not to protect a friend, but to keep his pack from tearing itself apart. Kalmin felt her first dream of the wolf. The way her body had rebelled against her own biology, the fear that she’d never be enough. He felt Tempest’s first howl, alone and unheard, echoing through their body in a cage of flesh that had never quite belonged to her. The rage when she’d realized she wasn’t only different—she was alone. And Rian
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Chapter: Chapter 115Not just beneath the surface—but through her. And Nuri didn’t resist. She opened.Kalmin froze above her, his chest heaving, his eyes wide. And Nuri saw it in him—saw Rian rise behind his eyes, not to dominate, not to fight—but to merge.Nuri gasped as his hips rocked against hers, their bodies alre
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Chapter: Chapter 114The night held its breath.Outside their window, the forest was alive in its quiet way—leaves rustled high in the trees, branches creaked as animals slipped past unseen, and the moon cast a silver wash over the world. It should have felt peaceful.But peace wasn’t what lingered in the air.Something
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Chapter: Chapter 113Ellery sneered. “You’re just a human girl playing wolf.”“No,” Nuri said, eyes like twin storms. “I’m the one holding the leash now.”A murmur rose from the crowd—this time louder. Angrier.“That’s the part you never expected to matter, isn’t it?” she continued. “You thought your bloodline—your plac
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Chapter: Chapter 112The morning air had teeth. It sank into skin like a warning, cold and sharp, coiling tight in every breath. Nuri stood at the top of the packhouse steps, the wind tugging at her hair, unmoved by it. Below, wolves gathered—clustered, quiet, but restless. No one spoke. No one asked why they’d been sum
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Chapter: Chapter 111Kalmin didn’t speak. Didn’t move. Didn’t dare breathe.Then her hand fisted in the front of his shirt and yanked him down—and she kissed him.It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet.It was violent.Her mouth crashed into his like a weapon, like she meant to bruise him with her lips and tear him open with
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The Dragon Warlord's Bride
A warlord with fire in his veins. A captive princess with nothing left to lose.
When the Dragon Warlord seizes her crumbling kingdom, Sera expects death—not a collar of gold and a vow of possession. Claimed as tribute, she is taken to the heart of the mountain, where fire breathes and ancient magic sleeps beneath the stone.
Rhazien is ruthless, monstrous, and terrifyingly divine. But he is also bound by something older than war: the need to claim. To protect. To own.
Sera refuses to break. But as power shifts and passion ignites, she learns that dragons don’t ask. They take. And this warlord doesn’t just want her obedience—he wants her heart.
And if she gives it to him, she may never survive the fall.
The Dragon Warlord’s Bride is a dark fantasy romance full of possession, power struggles, and slow-burn heat. Perfect for fans of monster lovers, mating bonds, and morally unhinged kings who’d burn the world for their queen.
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Chapter: Chapter 116He took a step toward her, slow and predatory. "There will never be another. Not while I breathe. Not while I exist."His voice dropped lower. "I would burn every kingdom to ash before I let another man look at you, Sera. Do you understand me?"Sera didn’t move. Her breath quickened. Not in fear, bu
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Chapter: Chapter 115She reached for his arm—He jerked away. "I left because the rut was coming. Because I knew if I stayed, I’d mark you with another child and destroy the last pieces of you I hadn't already taken.""Rhazien—""No." His eyes burned, voice rising like a storm ready to split the world. "You think I don’
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Chapter: Chapter 114The citadel had gone quiet for the night.Lioren had taken the last shift patrolling the outer hall, his boots silent against the stone. Even the flames in the sconces burned low, as if the mountain itself held its breath.Sera had watched him earlier from the nursery doorway, the way his small fram
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Chapter: Chapter 113“Then we find another way,” she said. “Mortals have ways to—”“No.”His voice was final, sharp as a blade. “We’re not talking about root teas or salves. I know what my body is capable of. I know what I’ll take from you if I lose control.”“You didn’t lose control. Not even once.”He shook his head s
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Chapter: Chapter 112It had been weeks since the birth, yet the mountain still felt like it held its breath—like every stone and shadow remembered the moment blood painted its halls. The air remained thick, not with smoke or heat, but with silence. A silence that pressed down, weighty and expectant, as though waiting fo
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Chapter: Chapter 111"So will I."Rhazien, watching from a short distance, didn’t speak. But he inclined his head once—slight, solemn. A gesture full of unspoken meaning.It was the closest thing to a blessing he’d ever given.And this time, Lioren didn't flinch from it.He straightened his spine.Sera watched him for a
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Bound To Ruin
They can’t leave. She can’t escape. Desire was never supposed to be the key.
When Elarys bleeds on ancient stone, she doesn’t just open a door—she awakens a prison. Now she’s trapped inside with four cursed beings bound to the ruin… and to her.
A starving vampire who aches for her blood… and her surrender.
A wolf who guards her like prey he hasn’t yet claimed.
An arrogant fae who would wrap her in vines and ruin.
A hollow one who watches her every breath.
They were never supposed to want her.
She was never supposed to love them.
But the prison is changing. It responds to touch, trust, and tension. And as the curse unravels, so does the truth: the only way out is through desire.
Through them.
Bound to Ruin is a dark, sensual, slow-burn, reverse harem monster romance featuring possessive supernatural beings, forced proximity, and one mortal girl at the center of it all. Contains graphic content, obsession, blood, and monsters who don’t know how to be gentle—but learn, for her.
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Chapter: Chapter Thirty-Five: FeralThe first thing I noticed was the air.It wasn’t heavy, not yet—but it was thick in the way of storms. Expectant. The walls hummed. Not loud, not tangible, but I could feel it along the edge of my skin like a presence waiting to be named. It carried the scent of moss and ash and something feral underneath it all, something older than pain.Something was wrong.I felt it in the marrow of me before I let myself believe it. Before I said his name in my head. Before I let my feet turn toward the corridor he’d claimed.Ruarc.He’d gone quiet again. Too quiet. I hadn’t seen him since I returned—not fully. Just flashes of his scent in the hallway. The memory of a growl behind stone. The impression of someone pacing just beyond the threshold of control.He was hiding. Or caging himself.Again.I didn’t want to find him.But I couldn’t stop walking.His door was ajar.That was the first sign.The second was the heat.It rolled from the room like breath from a furnace—damp, cloying, tinged with
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Chapter: Chapter Thirty-Four: QuietI didn’t announce my return. I just opened the door.The air that met me was cooler than I remembered. Or maybe I was just warmer now, alive in a way I hadn’t been in days. My limbs ached from disuse, and the pressure behind my eyes hadn’t fully faded—but I was standing. I was moving.That was enough.Calyx was there before I took three steps into the corridor. He didn’t come from the hall or rise from a shadow. He was simply—there. Eyes wide. Breath held. Staring at me like I was a ghost returned from the edge of something holy and ruined."You're back," he breathed, like it hurt to say.I stopped. Only for a second. My eyes met his.I didn’t smile. I didn’t soften."No. I came out of my room."I walked past him. My shoulder brushed the edge of his coat, and he flinched—just slightly, like he wanted to reach for me and couldn’t remember how.His breath caught behind me, but he didn’t follow. I felt the tension of him straining against whatever instinct told him to stay.His gaze foll
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Chapter: Chapter Thirty-Three: This Is How She BreaksI didn’t run.I just walked back to my chambers and closed the door.No one followed. They couldn’t.The prison had rules, and this was the only one it seemed willing to uphold for my sake: my chambers were mine. A boundary that couldn’t be crossed unless I gave permission.I didn’t give it.The lock clicked into place behind me, and the moment it did, the pressure in the walls withdrew. Like even the stone was relieved to be shut out. Like it knew what I was about to do and didn’t want to watch.I lit no lamps.I didn’t need to see myself fall apart.The herbs worked faster than I expected.The first night, the dreams were gone. No faces. No voices. No heat under my skin. I woke up cold and aching, but alone in my own mind.That felt like victory.So, I took more.Once at dusk. Once at waking. Ground into water or tucked under my tongue. Bitter as rot, but that only made it easier. I wanted to feel it. I wanted to punish whatever part of me still wanted them.The days stopped meaning
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Chapter: Chapter Thirty-Two: A Seat at the TableThe scent of Ruarc still clung to me.It lingered like a bruise I couldn’t see—on my skin, in my shirt, in the air I breathed. Every step toward the kitchen felt heavier, like I was dragging a shadow behind me. Him. His touch. His mouth. His want. And the hollow ache he left in me that hadn’t yet found a name.I didn’t stop moving.Not when my stomach twisted with guilt. Not when the back of my throat burned from unshed tears. Not when my legs felt like they didn’t belong to me anymore. I didn’t stop.I cooked.But not like before.This wasn’t care. This wasn’t survival.This was a declaration.Each motion was sharp. Clean. The knife sliced with surgical precision, the vegetables surrendering beneath its edge without resistance. I stirred broth until it simmered and spat. I seared meat until it hissed. I didn’t taste. I didn’t pause. I didn’t let myself feel anything beyond the ache in my shoulders and the rhythmic clatter of tools and fire.The kitchen didn’t welcome me.It obeyed.T
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Chapter: Chapter Thirty-One: The Edge of WantI found him in the den.Ruarc lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling like he was trying to read something in the cracks. There was no sound—not even the heavy rise and fall of breath that used to rattle the stone walls when his heat took hold. Just stillness. Stillness, and the shape of him—human, not half-shifted, not snarling.The den still smelled like him. Wild and warm. Like smoke that never cleared. The stone beneath my boots held a faint heat, like the room remembered what he’d been.I stayed in the doorway for a long time.The last time I’d been near him, he hadn’t let me get close. He’d begged me to leave, voice ragged with desperation and fury and fear. Not for himself. For me.He said he’d hurt me.Now he didn’t say anything at all.I stepped inside.He didn’t flinch. Didn’t growl. Just turned his head the slightest bit, enough to let me know he saw me. That it was safe.I crossed the room slowly and lowered myself onto the stone floor beside him, leaving inches between
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Chapter: Chapter Thirty: What He SawI stood at the edge of Calyx’s wing for longer than I wanted to admit, one hand resting on the cold stone archway, heart lodged somewhere between shame and defiance. The door was cracked. Light spilled out—a soft, flickering amber glow, like he’d lit the lanterns even though he wasn’t waiting for anyone. Or maybe he was. Maybe some part of him always was.I stepped inside.He didn’t turn.Calyx stood at the window, arms folded behind his back, tension radiating from him in quiet pulses. His hair was loose, falling around his shoulders in gentle waves, but nothing about him looked soft. Not the way he held himself. Not the silence that coiled around him like armor.I opened my mouth to speak. Nothing came out.What was I even going to say? That I didn’t regret it? That I did? That I hadn’t chosen Eirseth over him, not really—just chosen something in a moment when my body needed to stop aching and my heart needed to stop floating?I took a breath. It caught halfway in my throat.“I didn
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