A Kingdom Of Ruin Novels & Stories

With a deep breath, I signaled for the warriors to move forward, my eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of Georgia. We proceeded in that manner, all ten of us, including the old pack wizard who hadn't said a word since the beginning of our journey. Only the best of the very best of my warriors were here with me. I had specifically instructed Damian to handpick them. We covered another considerable distance, but still nothing. We had now almost reached the end of the old ruins. The old ruins were once a thriving and formidable kingdom but had fallen to dark forces, with nothing but ruins ashes. Hence its name, old ruins.

But that tiny crack in my chest from earlier had widened just a little more. I pushed it down violently. He deserved this. Every second of it. The Queen Surgeon of Ruin still had work to do — and his complete ruin was only just beginning.

“Take every last drop baby, we're not wasting any of this." Her knees buckle and she begins to fall apart, but I pick her up in my arms and lay her on the bed, her eyes drifting close from exhaustion. “You're ours now, Principessa."

“The Mother appeared. She was created from pure love, devotion, and happiness. All her joy and love materialized and formed the world we know. The Mother divided the world into six parts. The Kingdom of Winter came first, with its tall mountains and northern location, a place of endless cold. The Kingdom of Darkness came next, farthest to the south, where the sun didn’t shine as brightly, and the stars shone the strongest. The Kingdom of Summer came third, where the sun shone the most, and the warmth filled and illuminated the kingdom. The Mother combined the three kingdoms and created the Kingdom of Autumn and the Kingdom of Spring from them.” Only five kingdoms were explained—no mention of

Ralph continued, looking like he was recalling the words he had read in textbooks a million times. “Move around?” “Yes. They go from Kingdom to Kingdom, breaking them apart from within, weakening the hold of the mighty men on the Kingdom. They tear kingdoms to pieces, eating it out from within, and before anyone knows what's happening, entire civilizations have been ruined. The last red fox I heard about—which wasn't too long ago— apparently went rogue and killed her parents in their castle.” He explained, and my jaw dropped. “She went rogue and killed her parents in their castle?”

Silver flames burned along the walls without heat, casting eerie light across hundreds of kneeling figures below. Hollows. Thousands of them. Their heads bowed in absolute silence. And at the center of it all. me. No. Her. The first Queen of Ruin sat upon a throne of obsidian, draped in dark armor lined with glowing cracks. A silver crown rested upon her head like it belonged there. Like it had never belonged anywhere else. Her face slowly lifted. And I was staring at myself. Same eyes. Same face. Only colder. Older. Broken in ways I couldn’t understand.

“One, if Japheth killed the king to take over his kingdom, how is he not currently the ruler? And second, how is my child an extraterrestrial kingdom ruler when my husband is a common Earthling?” “Nelacos, you have asked two particularly good questions, and both I shall answer. The reason father sought to hide us is because unless a rightful King’s direct lineage is completely eliminated, another cannot take over total rule of a kingdom. The rule would be limited to only the wasteland areas of a galaxy, not the fully developed kingdoms. Which means that even if I had met my demise on return, Japheth would still not have been able to rule Etherios due to you and your spawn.” Etheria adjusted

In addition, Caspian felt that it was right to describe the ruins as a country! The Kingdom of Oblivion was called ruins, yet it was actually filled with a grand and magnificent aura! Even the scene today made people involuntarily think of how magnificent and unreachable it had been in the past! "A kingdom like the Kingdom of Oblivion is nothing more than ruins. There's only silence..." Pan Bingwen said with emotion.

Prologue I: World Introduction This is a tale of Altruon, a magnificent kingdom from a world apart. Positioned comfortably in the south on the mid-eastern plate of Caldor, the kingdom of Altruon has seen much success throughout its time under the reign of a long line of benevolent and virtuous kings. The kings of Altruon are spoken of throughout the lands of Caldor for their fiery conviction and heroic exploits. Long have these kings reigned from Pyre, and there is a light that burns for their just and glorious governance, a flame of promise for the continuance of righteous rule.

"This thing between us isn't going away. I've tried ignoring it. You've tried ignoring it. It doesn't work." He turned back to face me, his eyes burning. "So here's what's going to happen." He held up one finger. "Rule one. No panties in the house. Ever. If I reach under your skirt or your shorts and feel fabric, there will be consequences." My mouth went dry. "What kind of consequences?" "You'll find out if you break the rule." He held up a second finger. "Rule two. When I call you, you come. Immediately. No hesitation. No excuses."