A Kingdom Of Ruin Novels & Stories

DREAM LAND. The man that looked like a kingstood atop the a hill looking at the ruins that had befell his kingdom. He walked down from the hill, with dejection on his face like someone who had nothing to protect anymore. He said aloud, "There's nothing to protect anymore, what's the use of a King who cant guarantee the safety of his kingdom? I am powerful and fearless yes. But now that the my kingdom has fallen, I am now rendered useless!"

The palace was gone. What once stood as the heart of the kingdom now lay buried under ash and ruin. The air stank of death and burnt stone, and through the blackened horizon, a single shadow walked among the wreckage—taller, colder, darker than any mortal man. Kael. Or what was left of him.

"Everything that Celestia and the Alliance have told you about this war and why it's happening is a lie." I narrowed my eyes on him, but he just took a breath before looking me square in the eye and continuing. "You saw the people in there. You saw how it's driving them mad, and forcing them to shift into their alter forms. The Beastial Kingdom didn't start this war; Celestia did. They corrupted our king on the day they were supposed to sign a peace treaty. They did something to him that forced his dragon to the surface in a blind rage, instantly voiding the treaty between kingdoms, and therefore restarting the war that we were trying to end. That king came back to the Beastial kingdom after

But all he could do was place a hand on her shoulder before moving on. When the moon broke through the ash-choked clouds, it revealed the truth he already knew: the Vale was no longer a kingdom. It was a ruin, a scar. And he, Maxim Vale, had been crowned king of nothing but silence. Yet silence had its own throne, and it waited for him.

Author’s note: Ruined(Eternal Monarch) contains details of the following subjects: Abuse, loss, trauma, suicide. Recovery from trauma and emotional relapse. If you are easily triggered by any of the following mentioned subjects. Do not read ahead for your mental health. Throughout the novel, there are a lot of strong languages. If you are not comfortable with all the foregoing, please do not enter. This is not a novel for the faint of heart. There are numerous triggers in the book.

"I wanted us to be free! I wanted us to go home!" "This *is* home, Kaima," Selene laughed, a sound like glass grinding on stone. She gestured to the ruins around us. "This is the world the Alphas built with their wars. This is the world the Council built with their greed. This is the world the Aethel-Group built with their logic. I am just the one who has come to rule the wreckage." --- ### The King of the Ruins

"Is there any chance my father knows about it?" "Unlikely. The entrance was sealed with Daevari magic. Only someone of my blood can open it, and as far as anyone knows, I'm the last of my kind." Eron moved away from the window and sat in the chair across from me, his movements careful and deliberate. "But getting there will be the problem. The ruins are in the Blackthorn Range, high in the mountains. The only path passes within sight of three Crescent Fang outposts." "So we'd have to sneak through territory crawling with my father's soldiers, climb a mountain, break into an ancient vault, and get back out again. All while Aldrich is preparing for war and probably expecting me to try somethin

Martin slowly lowered his tablet onto the mahogany table, the crushing reality of it settling into his shoulders like a physical burden. "It only understands raw efficiency," Martin finished. Ethan nodded. "So every time one facility stumbles..." Ethan continued. "...the engine pushes more work onto the next node," Martin added. "...and if that next facility somehow survives..." Ethan said. "...it pushes even more," Harper completed. Harper finished the terrifying thought herself, her voice barely above a digital whisper. "Until every single hub in the network reaches its absolute breaking point." Ethan looked at her, his gaze carrying something dangerously close to sympathy.

The echoes are still there, waiting, and they’ll be louder than ever when we return. 🖤 Echoes of Ruin resumes January 1st.

He said in a low voice, that made her grin like an idiot. "So bad." And he told, everything, holding nothing back, and she prayed it would be like this. Him and her, forever, come what may. °°°° ~After a fortnight~ "Men and women of Kingdom Brone! We are under siege! The Athànatoi are upon us! dark days draw near! Strong men of Kingdom Brone come forward and show your might, and fight for yours and mine, for all that was and will be, fight for Brone! May the creator Help us all!"