Todos os capítulos de FROM RUIN TO RULE: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 7

PROLOGUEThey say the Moon was the first to bleed.Long before time had a name and stars knew their place, She tore herself in two....one half became light; soft and silver, the mother of tides and dreams.While the other, shadow, hidden, and wild, beating with a hunger that could never be caged.From Her breath came the five.The wolves, carved from bone and instinct, were Her voice, loyal, feral and bound to the tides of Her will.The fae, born of Her laughter and beauty, they danced between realms, timeless, cruel, and bound by truth sharper than any blade.The vaelth, children of dusk and death. Vampyric wraith, not undead, but cursed descendants of sun hating sorcerers, who whispered secrets the living feared.The dragons, Her fire, Her fury, forgotten now by many, but never by the earth, shape shifters and fire breathers who dwelled in the royal courts of the mountains.And the shadowborn… Her mistake, Her silence. Creatures never meant to rise, a forgotten race said to be exti

SYLARIAnother day.At sixteen, my life had already rotted into a cycle of cruelty and silence. I had grown into my body, curves were now where angles once were, soft features shaped by a childhood of hard fists and sharp words.My beauty, as they called it, became another curse. In the palace halls, I was no longer just the mute disappointment of a father who wished I'd never been born, I was a thing to be used, a temptation, and a toy.I was slapped if I spoke, kicked if I hesitated, and beaten if I couldn’t keep up. My body was not just a battlefield, for fists, but for greedy eyes and lecherous hands. There was no sanctuary, not even in my sleep, or behind locked doors, there were rather no locked doors.“You’re growing up beautifully,” one of the nobles had once said, his fingers grazing my jaw like I was a prized mare he was appraising.“It's a shame that mouth of yours stays shut, I could teach you how to use it.”I hadn’t responded, I never did but my silence didn’t save me, i

SYLARII woke up with a heavy ache in my skull, my body still full of deep bruises and cuts from last night's beating.But they didn’t wait for me to heal, not even a day.Chains bit into my wrists, but I didn’t care, each clink was a countdown to freedom, as the guards led me through the winding stone corridor, past grand arches and sneering nobles, I held my head high.Because this was it, this was my way out.Crescent Fang was behind me now, its halls soaked in my blood, the constant bruises, and a lifetime of cruelty. My father’s fists, and my brothers’ faces as they shattered my body, the sickening eyes of old men deciding what my worth was, all of it, was now behind me.And nothing.... absolutely nothing....could be worse than that.So when they dragged me onto the auction platform, I didn’t shrink back I stepped forward and allowed the cold wind to hit my blistered skin, I'm free from hell.Gasps fluttered through the crowd like startled birds.I knew what they saw: the Crescen

‎ ‎~ SYLARI ~‎ The footsteps got louder. Boots on stone, hurried and many. I tightened my grip on the crystal shard until the edges cut deeper into my palm. Blood ran warm down my wrist but I didn’t let go. I stepped over one of the bodies and moved closer to the open door. My legs felt steady even though my heart was still racing. I wasn’t going to wait in the corner like before.The first fae appeared in the doorway. Tall, armored the same as the dead ones, his blade already out. He saw the room, saw me standing there covered in blood, and stopped short. Behind him, more poured in. Five. Then seven. They spread out, filling the space, their eyes locked on me. One of them, older with silver in his hair, raised a hand to hold the others back. He looked at the bodies on the floor, then at the severed wing still twitching near the bed. “Who did this?” he asked. His voice was calm, but I heard the edge in it. I didn’t answer, I just watched him. He took a step closer. “Y