Argalia Library Of Ruina Novels & Stories

"And I don't know who you are, but you're in my way." Morga laughed, a sound like glass breaking. "Your way? Child, you are walking on the path I laid out before your grandmother was a whelp. I am the architect of the Ruin. I am the one who whispered the prophecy to the madmen and the dreamers. And now, the time has come for you to pay your respects." "I don't bow to anyone," Rhea said, her hands sparking with silver energy. "Not to the Alphas, not to the vampires, and certainly not to you."

“Alpha Samael must be furious to be paired with someone like her. I heard that he didn’t even want her, and it was the former alpha who forced the mating." Their words cut through me, but I forced a smile and continued walking. I wasn’t supposed to care about them, but goddess, it hurt. I breathed out a sigh of relief when I found the library after wandering aimlessly for almost an hour. I had found it by accident. I was lingering in the hallways, figuring out how to get back to my room since the pack members kept avoiding me when I heard voices and panicked. I had run into the closest room, wanting to hide from them, but when I turned, I gasped at the sight before me.

“Who?” “I don’t know. But they left… signs.” He gestured for us to come inside. The cabin was trashed. Furniture overturned. Windows smashed. Our things from before—the blankets, the supplies, everything—scattered and destroyed. And on the wall, written in what looked like blood: THE DEAD KING’S WHORE I stared at it, feeling sick. “Luciana,” Ares said quietly. “Or her supporters. They must have found this place. Must have known it was important to us.”

The fire cracked softly between us. No one spoke. Not me. Not Kael. Not even Lena, who now looked like she regretted saying anything at all. But it was too late. The words had already settled inside me like poison. The last Queen of Ruin didn’t die. She was reborn. I stared at the flames, trying to steady my breathing. “That’s impossible,” I said finally. Lena shifted awkwardly near the doorway. “It’s just a legend.”

The candles around the library dimmed suddenly. Vanessa had rewritten the history, and Kael allowed it. Did he really hate me that much to erase my existence from history? Well, I was done grieving, done hurting and done remembering their betrayal. They buried Selena Vale. Fine. Then Seraphina Winters would destroy them both. And I knew exactly where to start. ******************* The next morning, chaos exploded through the estate. “What do you mean by anonymous letters?” “Someone distributed them through the servant halls!” “Get the Alpha immediately!”

We arrived at the leveled ground of the basement, and a tremor tore through me when I took in the sight in front of me. Julia looked like someone who had died, then came back to life again. She was pale; painfully think that I could literally see the outline of her skull. How many days has it been? Not even three. But she looked like she has been to hell and back. And Matteo. Crap! He was… “I see things went south during the little talk.” Ari’s voice was muffled because she was covering her nose. I don’t know what was more sickening. The look of a limp cock around his neck, or the clots that marred his body and everything.

"They will not. There was a ruined temple on that mountain. Whoever someone you are talking about, they are the one who's going to die. If they went to the ruin as fast as they can, they can use that as a shield and deception." "I don't trust you," the Alpha growled. "Then, trust them. You know that they are strong, right? Trust their abilities and strength. They can use the ruins as a hideout, shield, and deception. It's 963km from the starting point. If you don't believe me, look at the Ruins and Heritage book page 154 and you'll see," she explained. The Alpha didn't respond so, she smiled at him, took the cup of tea, and gave it back to him. Then, she started to walk towards the door. But

Enkille smiled and strolled near the young ruler of Argia. They walked at a steady pace, not losing their guards down. They heightened their senses for a possible surprise attack or an ambush. It seemed that their deities were looking after them because they reached the end of the tunnel without trouble. But there was another set of rune magic floating on air again. Branigan unbinds it effortlessly. Until they finally stood inside the massive library. The silence inside made them wonder. They could not see even a single faerie. “I feel sorry for the books stuck here,” Branigan said.

I turned around and realized the faintest wisp of it was curling out from under a door halfway down the hall. I ran. Didn’t think. Didn’t breathe. Just reached the door and threw it open. Smoke billowed out, thick and gray. But it wasn’t a fire. It was incense. Dozens of sticks burning all at once inside a small library I’d never seen before. The windows were shut. Curtains drawn. It looked like a shrine. A shrine to death. Photos lined the shelves. Men and women in black-and-white frames. Burnt candles. Stacks of folded notes, many with the same name written across the top: Rafael Aragon.

And a paper falls out from his mouth that I immediately read with my tears blurring my sight. “Three months. Surrender my fated mate, Alexia Volkov, the Alpha’s sister to the Chasma pack of the South Canidae within three months and we shall never see the cold war again. Alister Kai Alpha of the Chasma Pack...” “Alexia...” I drew out quietly and recalled the reaction she displayed back in the hall and pondered.