Novel & Cerita Dark Ruins Chapter 2

"Come with me so we can divorce, or you're not getting a single penny from me!" "You're dumb, Elisa. Don't tell me you thought you would get any money from me after the divorce!" "You weren't like this in the past, Elisa. You've changed." "Go to hell! Once you do, I can live." "Why aren't you dead yet? I've had enough of this infection, so hurry up and die so that your body can be used to develop a cure for me!" "Where are you, Ellie? You promised you would wait for me…"

The bridge trembled, cracks forming beneath their feet. “Move!” Elysia shouted, grabbing Alex’s arm and pulling them forward. The group sprinted toward the anchor as the bridge began to collapse behind them, Morgana’s laughter growing louder with each step. End of Chapter 32 This chapter brings the group to the edge of the Rift, where the stakes are higher than ever. With the final anchor in sight and Morgana’s influence growing stronger, the stage is set for an epic confrontation.

“This is your legacy, mijo. Lead my men. Rule at my side. Or… The mirror cracks, a sharp, spiderwebbing fracture shattering into a thousand black butterflies that swarm Dru. Their razor wings tearing at her flesh. She reaches for me, her hand outstretched. I lunge, but the heat slams me back. Her hollow scream tears through my ribs… *** ******

Book 2: Crown of Shadows Chapter 48: The Nightmare The dream began with the taste of copper pennies on her tongue. Xalara found herself standing in a corridor that stretched impossibly far in both directions, lit by torches that flickered with flames the color of dried blood. The walls wept—actually wept—thick, dark tears that pooled at her bare feet and soaked between her toes with warmth that made her skin crawl.

Liora immediately ran to Mavric, embracing his blood-soaked body amidst the burning laboratory. "Mavric! Wake up! Don't leave me now!" Outside the castle, snow began to fall heavily, covering the traces of the tragedy that had just unfolded. The climax where love and sacrifice were tested amidst the ruins of the past. END OF CHAPTER 76..

Dust chokes the air. “Alternate path!” Kael barks, Veyra’s instincts razor-sharp as she points to a narrow side tunnel half-hidden behind a fallen archway, its entrance flickering with faint rune light. We plunge into the darkness, boots pounding uneven stone, the ruins groaning like a dying beast. Behind us, the shrine chamber caves in with a final, apocalyptic roar. The dagger pulses warm against my chest where I’ve tucked it, a beacon in the chaos—and a promise. We have what we came for. But the ruins aren’t letting us leave without a fight.

Barely. And he... Draven strolled away untouched, while we bled in the ashes of a place that was supposed to protect us. I hated that more than anything. The bruises would fade. The burns would scab and scar. But that laugh, his fucking laugh, would echo in my head for a long time. Victory wasn’t supposed to taste like copper and dirt and failure. But it did. It was silence, but not relief. It was the quiet you held before you screamed. It was absence. It was loss. It was ash in your lungs, smoke, and the smell of rotting magic.

Chapter 2: Awakening in the Den My eyes fluttered open to a world that felt wrong, like I'd stumbled into a dream I couldn't wake from. The air was thick and earthy, smelling of damp stone and smoke from flickering torches. I was lying on a rough bed of furs, my body aching from the chase through the woods. Every muscle screamed, but it was the heat inside me that scared me most—a slow burn starting low in my belly, spreading like wildfire. What the hell had happened? One minute I was hiking alone, trying to outrun my shitty city job and the emptiness it left, the next I was running from... wolves? No, not wolves. Men who turned into wolves. And that guy—Thorne—he'd saved me, but his eyes, t

POV DARLENE The victory at the Old Ruins had left a lingering hum in my marrow, a mixture of ancestral fire and the sheer exhaustion of channeling the sun. As the heavy oak doors of Eryx’s private chambers clicked shut, the world of war, relics, and Jackson’s madness felt a thousand miles away. Here, in the sanctum of stone and fur, there was only the flickering orange light of the hearth and the man who had claimed my soul before he ever touched my skin.

Here’s Chapter 20 – Echoes of Betrayal for Ghost on the Highway, taking the story to its most intense, emotional, and shocking point yet, with a cliffhanger that will leave readers desperate for the next instalment. --- CHAPTER TWENTY – ECHOES OF BETRAYAL The scrapyard was a war zone. Flames licked the steel carcasses of old cars, sending twisted shadows dancing across the asphalt. Smoke choked the night, curling around everything like a living thing. My chest burnt, every breath a struggle, but I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t look away. Saint hovered above the wreckage, eyes glowing red, untouchable, like some god of vengeance. And beside him… Elena. Alive. Smiling. The betrayal cut deeper than