Court Of Ravens And Ruin Novels & Stories

NO GOING BACK KAI'S POV The rivalry game was the ugliest one of the whole season. It was brutal from the very first drop of the puck. There were high hits and late calls, and two fights broke out before the first period even ended. It felt so personal, like everyone on the ice hated each other. The crowd was on their feet the entire time, screaming. Jax took a horrible hit at 11:42 of the second period. It was a blindside hit.

"Oh, you're yelling at me? What exactly do you have that compares to Myra? All these years, she handled everything, and I just had to sign papers. I never had to lift a damn finger!" The two of them tore into each other without holding anything back. But no amount of screaming could fix the company's collapse. Soon after, Alan's company fell apart completely. To cover the financial losses, the court forced them out of the villa Alan and I once lived in together. It had to be auctioned off. And even with their lives falling to pieces, neither of them chose to actually work or rebuild. Instead, to maintain the lifestyle they were used to, they turned to gambling. It didn't take long for them t

But curiosity had always been my fatal flaw. ‎ ‎My fingers trembled as I approached a shelf, drawn to a black folder with a photograph sticking out. I quickly turned on my flashlight to see a man in an expensive suit shaking hands with another figure whose face was circled in red ink. Notes scrawled in Daniel’s sharp handwriting covered the margins: “offshore accounts, money laundering, eliminate loose ends.” ‎ ‎The blood in my veins turned to ice water. ‎

I roared inside my mind. But how had I missed it? His arms were massive columns of solid muscle, veins branching like rivers beneath sun-hardened skin. Dark tattoos began at his fists and climbed his arms until they vanished beneath his leather armor, reappearing on his neck as obsidian runes that seemed to pulse with every breath he took. He was the living image of a god of war and ruin.

Even before I read it, I felt the hatred buried in those words: “You wear the bones of the extinct like armor. But some of us remember what burned first.” My stomach dropped. Whoever left that, they weren’t just hunting wolves. They were hunting dragons, too. Maybe always had been. The council, made of two vampires, two witches, two wolves, and a supposedly neutral wizard moderator, murmured in hushed tones. Then one of them, a vampire elder with red-gold eyes and a voice like brittle paper, leaned forward. “We see no proof that this… Draven Kael… is more than a ghost story resurrected for fearmongering. Miss Carver’s lineage is delicate enough. Creating false enemies to justify dragon reint

"Don't let them take your soul, Rhea. If you kill them all in a rage, there’s no coming back. The Ruin wins." "The Ruin has already won!" Rhea pointed at Micah, who was still huddled in the dirt. "My own blood gave me to them! My own mate doubted me! The world chose this path for me, Ash! I’m just walking it to the end!" She turned back to Morga, who was the last witch standing. The Queen of the Raven Coven was backed against the weeping willow, her scepter broken, her violet eyes filled with a primal, animal terror.

Malrik’s eyes met Raven’s, golden and burning, and she understood without words: this was only the beginning. Above them, the sky darkened unnaturally, clouds swirling in unnatural patterns as Hunters emerged, casting spells that twisted the battlefield into chaos. Sigils of power flared like small suns, each strike aimed to destabilize and destroy. Raven felt the pulse of their magic claw at her mind, but she held fast, grounding herself with the bond she shared with the guardians.

The Ruins of Fate The ruins loomed before them, skeletal remains of a forgotten era thrust upward from the earth. Crumbling stone pillars, draped in thick vines and moss, stood like silent sentinels, their surfaces pitted by time. The air was heavy, saturated with the rich, loamy scent of damp soil and the faint rot of decay. It pressed against Aria’s skin as she stepped into the clearing, a cloying shroud that made her breath catch. Beneath her boots, the ground yielded, soft mud sucking at her soles with each careful step. The faint light of dawn struggled through the dense canopy overhead, splintering into long, wavering shadows that danced across the uneven stones. Beside her, Caden move

THE RUIN IN RED Arrival at Flameruin The valley lay in ruin, blackened by centuries of fire and forgotten gods. Hills rimmed the basin like the jagged teeth of some long-dead creature, and the air hung heavy with soot and old magic. The wind didn’t howl here—it whispered. Distant, haunted. Ceres rode at the front of the company, flanked by Xavier, Maera, and a handful of trusted guards. As they entered the charred remains of what was once a stronghold, the silence pressed down like a weight.