Argalia Library Of Ruina Novels & Stories

“You just made yourself his enemy.” After school, Robert drives me back to the mansion and the ache comes out of nowhere that I wonder if mom’s also thinking about me, wherever she is or if she ever regrets leaving. Robert notices my silence. “You okay back there, Miss June?” “Fine.” I lie, staring out the window at the manicured lawns and perfect hedges that line the estate. He gives me a look in the rearview mirror before pulling up to the service entrance. As I take the stairs down to the main floor, intending to slip out to the gardens as I discovered a quiet corner behind the rose bushes where no one could bother me but voices stop me in my tracks.

Three of Lucan’s warriors burst into the grove, breathing hard, faces grim. “Alpha!” one shouted, voice cutting through the music. “EdgePoint forces have broken through the eastern ridge. They’re closer than we thought, less than an hour away. They’re bringing silver siege weapons. We need you now.” The ritual music faltered. All eyes turned to us.

“You’re tired, Alvina. You’ve been through so much. Don’t let your fear make enemies out of family.” I stared at her, searching her eyes for truth. She didn’t flinch, not once. But there was something in her smile, something too calm, too sure. “I’ll find out what’s going on,” I said finally. “Even if you keep pretending.” She sighed. “Do what you must. But be careful what you dig for. Some things don’t like being uncovered.” I turned and left before I said something I’d regret. That night, I went to the old library. It was the only place left in the villa that still smelled of safety, books, dust, and history. I found an old text my mother once kept, filled with writings about runes and dar

She reached out a hand—a pale, trembling hand—and touched the violet starlight of the obsidian blade. "You... you survived," the girl whispered, her voice sounding like the crinkle of dry parchment. The moment their fingers touched, the North began to "Unweave." It wasn't a deletion; it was an "Archive Search." Silas felt himself being pulled through the "Library of Souls"—a miles-wide chamber beneath the keep where all the "scripts" of the North were stored. He saw rows upon rows of glowing violet scrolls, each one representing an "Alternate Ending" that had almost happened.

"Don't make me regret this, Nehemiah. I need my brother back. I can't do this next part alone." "You won't have to," he whispered, covering my hand with his. "Let’s go get your sister." The drive to the airport was silent, but the tension had shifted from toxic to focused. We were a team again. As the private jet taxied onto the runway, I looked out at the disappearing skyline of Mexico City. I was leaving the safety of the Garcia fortress and heading back to the ruins of Rhea Dawson’s life. "I’ve encrypted the trust fund data Finn mentioned," Nehemiah said, tapping away at his laptop as if the kiss had never happened. "He wasn't lying. There’s a ghost-account in Rita’s name with enough mone

The noose around the fortress was tightening. Meanwhile, Alara spent her morning far from the swirling tension, tucked away in the quiet of the fortress archives. She had drifted there after a restless night, seeking refuge in the tall shelves of ancient tomes and scrolls that smelled of dust and ink. The clerk, Alden, barely paid her any mind, immersed in reorganizing ledgers. Alara found a corner table with piles of genealogical records, some referencing unusual wolf lineages rumored to carry magic from ages past.

I packed the books and dropped them among the shelves in the library. I took my backpack and stole a last glance at Jacey but he was too occupied in his thoughts to notice me watching him. I left the library anyways. .......Lunch Period........ "So how was the stupid game?". I asked Dora as we walked to the cafeteria. "It isn't stupid". I rolled my eyes. "Whatever". We walked to the cafeteria and took our seats at our usual spot. I dropped my backpack and sat down. "Well the Truth and Dare game was kinda interesting". Dora started.

The morning sun filtered through the high, narrow windows of the architecture studio, cutting through the dust motes like golden scalpels. It had been three hours since the janitor had unlocked the archives, and the transition from the intimacy of the dark basement to the cold reality of the studio had been jarring.

MAYA The house was too quiet. It had been six months since the metal of the car crumpled like paper. Six months since the world I built out of lies fell apart in a spray of shattered glass and screaming tires. I was the one who survived. I was the one who woke up from the coma. But sometimes, when I look at the empty space in our bed or the way Liam looks at his phone, I think the wrong person died that night.

Alpha's Ruined Mate (The Revenge) Check out my Instagram @author_javyriah for the information on the second book. Thank you for all the love and support. I am also sorry for the grammatical mistakes. I am not native English. So, I know there are mistakes. I am editing the book. Love you all. Till next time be happy, be safe. Happy Reading.)