Argalia Library Of Ruina Novels & Stories

The water in the streams ran dark. "This is the Blight," Aria said, her voice hushed. "I can feel it. It's... hungry." "Hungry for what?" Lira asked. "Life. Spirit. Everything." They reached the marshes on the third day. The ruin was older than anything Lira had ever seen—a structure of black stone, half-sunken in the mire. Runes covered its surface, pulsing with a cold, grey light. And at its center, a figure stood—a wolf made of shadow and frost.

“Shadowmere’s.” Alina stepped inside. Her boots echoed softly on ancient stone. “My mother’s people weren’t warriors,” she said. “They were archivists. This is where they kept the truth when blades failed.” She brushed her fingers along the nearest shelf. The books shimmered. Recognized her. Kara stirred inside her, unusually quiet. Careful, her wolf warned. This place will answer you. Amalia pointed upward. “Look.” Above them, wolf sigils intertwined with crescents and stars and at the center of the ceiling stretched a vast mural—a white wolf encircled by two halos. One fire. One shadow.

Moonlight filtered through the trees overhead, casting silver shadows across the ground. Then suddenly— Aria stopped. Her breathing slowed instantly. Kael noticed immediately. “What is it?” She didn’t answer. Because ahead of them, partially hidden between the trees, stood something impossible. Ruins. Ancient stone ruins. Half-buried beneath earth and roots, covered in age and decay, yet unmistakably real. Kael stared in disbelief. “What the hell…” Aria stepped forward slowly. The moment she crossed near the ruins, the energy inside her reacted violently—not painfully, but powerfully, surging through her veins like recognition awakening after centuries of silence.

With that internal vow hardening my resolve, I struck out along the newly cleared path, breaking into a steady jog towards the looming threshold of the ruins beyond. Whatever fresh metaphysical mind-reaving gauntlets waited within, I would face them with the combined ferocities of both the feral mother alpha and divine matriarchal luminary set to eclipse all boundaries! . .... The dirt path gave way to crumbling stone as I stepped through a weathered path, the old symbol of the Blackmoon pack carved above. Omgoddes! My breath caught when I had finally reached the fabled ruins where the Lost Archive lay hidden. 'About time!' Ria huffed impatiently. 'I thought we'd never get past those desicca

I kicked a book, and it opened to a page, I knelt down and read it only to gasp with what it was reading, “As in the last days, the Luna of the Moon perished, leaving her heir to survive. In the new beginning, the twins will win the hearts of two who are blind. The dark war will be won only then the Blood Moon Luna shall rise, her pure love, heart and soul will be what saves the last Alpha from his demise. These words are written for all to see and stop the last Alpha from perishing. In the dark war he must believe that the Blood Moon Luna is his for eternity.” I took the book and shoved it into the back waistband of my jeans, covering it with my coat and stepped out of the destroyed lib

“I know. That’s why we’ll draw them out. If Ruth’s working with a shadow sorcerer, she’ll be curious about you too — especially since she never found your body.” That afternoon, the castle felt suffocating. Thick mist rolled down from the mountains, wrapping the old stone walls in something dark and grim. I sat in the library, trying to read through old records about shadow sorcerers, but my mind kept drifting back to the photo. Suddenly, the library door creaked open. I expected Caspian or a servant bringing tea — but it was Elaria instead. “Luna Lulu,” she greeted coldly, her voice completely emotionless. “How are you feeling after drinking the tonic?”

“Andrian never asks about his father while on the other hand, my daughter does every day.” We were in the middle of a conversation when Cassandra suddenly emerged out of nowhere. Her eyes were puffy as she weakly sat down beside Azaia. “What happened to you?” I asked worriedly. Did Rozz bastard do something to her? We gave her a glass of water and stared at her; waiting for her to explain herself. “I need to go back to the Philippines,” she blurted out. Azaia and I froze in place. “Why?” we both asked.

"You've been dead for three days..." I looked down at my body. The skin, once twisted by silver poison, was completely healed. Every wound was gone, without even a scar left behind. "The Moon Pool..." I whispered. Morgan looked at me, confused. "The place where I fell," I rasped, my voice raw. "That was the Moon Pool. The sacred waters..." A powerful Alpha aura rolled off me in waves, and the instruments in the morgue began to vibrate faintly. "The... Moon Wolf bloodline?" Morgan gasped.

--- Far away, beyond the mountains, in lands still buried in frost and silence, a figure opened an ancient book inked with star-blood. The final page turned. A name glowed at its center: Aria Vale. Beneath it, one word: Balance. And next to it, something new flickered into being: Ruin. The page turned black. The wind howled.

Vael behind them with Obsidian, the two of them in the specific proximity of people who had a long complicated history and were currently in the process of deciding what came next. Ragnar, Lyra, and Astrid were at the ruins' northern edge where Marina had told them to hold position. She saw Ragnar read the group coming toward him, read Obsidian's presence specifically, and watched his expression do several things in rapid succession before settling into the controlled blankness he used when he was managing a reaction. Lyra looked at Marina and raised her eyebrows once. Marina shook her head slightly. Later. They gathered at the northern edge and Marina laid it out quickly. Obsidian's agreeme