A Kingdom Of Ruin Novels & Stories

Chapter 34 Centuries of Caputos have run this kingdom without any type of wars and here I have been queen for a year and everyone is preparing for the war no one saw coming. The kingdom of Witchland falls is my home. My whole life, generation after generation of Caputo’s has stood and faced whatever came their way no questions asked. But as I stare out the window of my bedroom at the war that's coming towards us with no way to fight back is a scary and horrible feeling.

And I stood there, staring at the sister I thought I knew, realizing that what broke me wasn’t just losing my fiancé… it was losing the one person I never thought would hurt me like this. The sound of my mother’s sobs echoed through the house, and Adira’s last whisper trembled through the air… “I never meant to fall in love with him… but I did.” And that was when I realized… this wasn’t the end of something. It was the beginning of ruin. “Did you just say you love him???!!"

Rune The air around Embereign is thick with the smell of charred wood, molten rock, and despair. The once-glorious Kingdom of Fire had been gutted, like a hunter’s prey. It isn’t the fire of home and hearth, of passion and warmth, but the fire of destruction, of a kingdom on the brink of collapse. It clawed at my senses, but I pushed through as I walked with the men who have become closer to me than any brother.

So, of course, the female lead would be surrounded by a bunch of male leads, but she will ultimately fell in love with Carter. But. That’s not what I wanted to talk about. And man, did I just stray away from the main point again? I was scrolling through the chapters where the novel depicted about Remnants of Rustaval. The kingdom of Rustaval was once a flourishing kingdom. However, it perished when a dragon appeared and killed the people and destroyed the land. Huh. It said here that a dragon will destroy Rustaval. But instead, internal dispute was what almost destroyed the country. Has the plot changed again?

they exclaimed as they looked at him, stunned. "Yes. And this kingdom..." Hierro said and looked at them all. "... the last kingdom... will be a kingdom no more, since – " he said and looked at Laggas. " – the last kingdom, remaining kingdom, for this country will be the East kingdom." he told them. Everyone’s faces paled in horror. The West Kingdom will be under attack and be destroyed in one week. "'Prophetic dream', or vision, whatever it is." Hail spoke amidst the silence.

Erica said and Clio nodded, “Yes, there are seven kingdoms like the ‘Kingdom of Heaven’,” Erica looked at Clio in shock, “Kingdom of Heaven? Is this place called Kingdom of Heaven?” she asked and Clio nodded. “Of course, there are Kingdom of Mountains, Night, Snow, Fire, Ocean, Heaven, and Underground” Clio said and Erica nodded with an impressed look on her face.

But underneath all of that was the sharper, unfinished ache Richard had left behind—the phantom press of his fingers, the low promise that he could ruin me deeper than his son ever would. I showered longer than necessary, scrubbing until my skin felt raw, as if I could wash both of them off me. It didn’t work. When I looked in the mirror, my lips were still slightly swollen and there was a fresh reddish mark high on the side of my neck that I couldn’t quite hide with my hair. I chose a high-neck sweater anyway.

Not as a stalker, but as a man watching a masterpiece be slowly dismantled by an amateur. I had stepped in to save the art, but I had ended up falling for the artist. And now, she was heading upstairs to put on a dress I had chosen, to stand by my side in a meeting I had engineered, holding a drive that could end my career. I let out a long, shuddering breath and ran a hand through my hair, ruining the perfect styling. I was the King of the Lombardis. I was the man who never lost control.

Anger rushed to my face. Running away is the dumbest thing he could offer. No one escapes Salvatore Mancini; not even a strand of hair can pass through the city’s exit without him knowing. His connections are vast, and he's entitled “King” for a reason. As much as I want to agree with what he wants, I know Salvatore can still find us. The legend states he has a huge bruise on his face, an old fat guy, broken and rotting teeth, but it's totally the opposite.

She was rushing straight at me. Bang! The bottle smashed brutally against my head. The sickening crunch of exploding glass erupted in my ears, followed instantly by the hot, sticky sensation of blood trickling down my temple. “Sylvia!” Maggie’s piercing scream tore through the club. I stumbled backward, my vision swimming, only to see Silvia raising another bottle high above my head, her face twisted in pure madness. “Go to hell!” When the second blow came down, the world went completely black. I collapsed into a growing pool of my own blood, my consciousness fading as nothing but chaotic, distant screams echoed in my ears.