Novel & Cerita A Kingdom Of Ruin

I asked, remembering the story I was told about the Fae that blessed the Alastians with their kingdom, but I had no idea it was because of war. "Yes, the war of the Fae, to put simply, was a time of grave famine crossing all of the kingdoms across Azara. The humans all came to be healed but soon our magic was wearing out and we have nothing left to give, they took that as selfishness and destroyed our homes and killed many of us. The magic users came to help but they failed as mass hysteria rose throughout our own Kingdom we had no choice but to surrender." As she spoke I could feel the anxiety and depression they must have felt all those centuries ago. "Okay, I understand that but how did t

A mixture of spice and sanderwood, an alluring combination. The was tension building like a thick fog. The warning alarms turned into full blown sirens, and a knot tightened in my stomach. A ghost of a smirk graced his features but it didn’t last long and soon he was back to his emotionless mask. “Well Miss Hart let's begin.” He stepped back, circling the desk back to his previous spot and just as if the spell was broken, I could finally breathe again. Reaching for her tablet she pulled up the research schematics for the project. “Dominion mansion has an ambitious remodeling theme but I assume you didn't hire me for aesthetics?” I directed my question at him, fingers typing away on the table

He caught that moan in his mouth and devoured it, punishing me for giving it to him. I wanted more. I wanted everything. I wanted him inside me on the cold rooftop where the world could hear, could see, could know exactly what ruin looked like. And he gave me enough to believe he might: a rough thrust of his hips, a hot scrape of his teeth. Enough to taste what ruin might feel like. The city’s noise went thin around us, like the world had taken off its earrings for a fight and was waiting to see if we would start it. And then—

I’m sure he could handle himself. Maybe I would tell him later, Maybe I wouldn’t. Liam raised his glass of wine towards Daniel in a salute. “I would like to give a toast to our host for this delightful dinner.” Liam’s smirk was too oily, his eyes too sharp. “To Daniel Kane.” He said smoothly. ““Every king sets the rules. Every pawn thinks they can win.” The table chuckled, but the air around me tightened like a noose around my neck as Liam’s gaze slid back to me with a smile, slow and deliberate, “Does she even know who you really are?”

But definitely well built. He tsked, kneeling beside the man on the ground. “Do you know the one thing I hate more than cheats? It's scumbags like you who try to take advantage of women!” He yelled, delivering another punch to his face. “Don't you fucking know what a ‘no’ means?” He gave another punch. “It,” punch. “Means,” punch. “She's not,” another punch. “Interested,” and a final punch before he let him go.

Only their measures had grown extreme. Keira’s voice filled his head again, her accusation of him not wanting to have everything he had believed burnt down. At the moment he felt far from collected. But he was contented with her feeling that way. He had an empire to uphold. Her father had tried to break that empire once, but they had built from it. That was the truth he knew and now it was being tested. He pulled open the drawer, his hand danced on the edge of it for a split second before taking out the envelope.

Silver: The Reborn Kingdom did not take the news of their King’s disappearance as well as I had expected them to. On the first day, it was complete chaos. People wailed on the streets, tore their clothes, and scattered around everywhere. No one tried to bring Mila and me back to the harem like I assumed they would. There was nothing but confusion everywhere, I wondered how Beta Rogu would ever be able to put the Kingdom back in order.

We have already suffered a great loss, anymore and this home will seize to exist. It seems the plan I’ve been working on, simple bones without concreate structure will need to be taken into effect. “Evacuate the Kingdom.” I spoke aloud and through the mind-link. “Yes, King Lazarus.” Their voices echoed in unison as they sprung to action. The Golden Kingdom was no longer safe. It seems Bjorn goal was to destroy me and everything I’ve built. What he doesn’t know is that the crown will never die, even if I do. Because I’m replaceable.

Kaelen pulled me through a collapsing corridor, and we burst out of the castle into the crimson night. Behind us, Velkorin… the vampire kingdom that had stood for millennia, that had witnessed the rise and fall of empires, that had been ruled by my father and his ancestors before him began to fold in on itself. It didn't fall. It unmade. The void was erasing it from existence, one stone at a time, rewriting reality so that the kingdom had never been. Guards and servants were fleeing in every direction, but many wouldn't make it. The void was hungry. The void was efficient. It took what it wanted and discarded the rest.

“I destroyed it.” He frowned. “What?” “His kingdom,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Adrian’s kingdom. It’s gone.” Kael inhaled sharply, his grip tightening. “You did it.” I nodded. “It’s over.” For a long moment, he said nothing. The rain poured around us, washing away the blood, the ash, the past. Finally, he spoke. “Then why do you look like you lost?” I froze. Kael had always been sharp—too sharp. He saw the things I tried to bury.