روايات وقصص ضمن Dukes Of Ruin

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth before disappearing almost instantly. “It won’t last.” I hated how relieved that tiny expression made me feel. I crossed my arms. “Fine. Kael. Start talking.” The wind shifted between us, colder now. “You know the story they tell about the Guardians?” he asked. I nodded slowly. “They’re chosen to protect the balance between creation and ruin.” “That’s the version meant for children.” Something uneasy twisted in my stomach. “What’s the real version?” Kael’s gaze lifted to mine again. “The Guardians were never meant to destroy ruin,” he said quietly. “They were created to contain it.”

Sir Kein only shook his head, "that decision is not mine to take, she had already crossed the line and His Highness is barely hanging on with the potion Master Jin gave him. If not, a terrible storm would have already finished the Dukedom." The knights and guards on the Dukedom knew the real feelings of the Duke and were afraid of the consequences that could lay in the Dukedom. If not for an ancient relic gifted by Master Jin to suppress the anger of the Duke in the Dukedom, the world would have suffered a disaster. Rufus also knew it, but… he can't let anything happen to Gia.

The air in the driveway was thick and humid, the kind of oppressive heat that made my clothes cling to my skin the second I stepped out of the car. I stood there for a moment, gripping the handle of my suitcase, staring at the house. It had been two years since I’d spent a full summer here, and the place felt different—larger, quieter, and somehow more dangerous.

“I will not be alone.” He released my hand and walked toward the table near the wall where several weapons rested. “Dante and Viktor will lead the eastern team,” he continued. “Marcus will guard the safe house with four men. I will command the attack at the docks.” “You sound very calm for someone about to start a battle.” “I have started many battles,” Ruin replied. His voice held no arrogance. It held experience, and I watched him load a pistol with steady movements. The quiet competence in his actions reminded me how dangerous he truly was.

“Duke, you have to listen to me. I don’t know why I didn’t tell you this last time I guess I was in shock. But what I should have told you is that I am working on taking Lorenzo down from the inside. There are good people in the Romano mafia, and I am trying to find a way to shut it down, so the innocent people don’t get punished. But I am so sorry that I took away something you really worked hard for the last few years.” Duke softly caressed my cheek, “It is okay Vanessa. It doesn’t matter anymore. You see that is just the thing. I have been driven by revenge for the last few years, the Romano family became an obsession for me. Ever since I found out what happened to my sister I have been l

“Don’t tempt me to break you again tonight.” He rolled them over gently, his weight pressing her into the mattress. His lips brushed against her ear, his breath warm as he whispered, “Break me, ruin me—just don’t stop touching me.” Her hands found his hair, tugging lightly, her lips curling into a wicked smile. “We have three weeks,” she murmured, her voice thick with promise. “Think you’ll survive?” “With you?” Duke grinned, a look of mischievous satisfaction lighting his eyes. “Barely. But I’ll die a happy man.”

BREAKING NEWS HEADLINE — RAVENSHADE BULLETIN: > Duke Alaric Vaelthorne critically injured in ambush near western woodland pass. Assailants unidentified. The duke is in critical condition. --- Scene: Ravenshade Regional Hospital – Nightfall The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridors flickered as the staff rushed, voices raised, papers shuffled. Outside, noble carriages and press wagons formed a line. Armed guards kept order. Inside the emergency wing—chaos.

They thought themselves righteous, Heroes, Protectors. They have no idea what they have just unleashed. "Ruin", I bellowed, and the very walls responded from the far corner of the room, a man emerged—tall, cadaverous, with ruby fire burning in his eyes, and a smile that promised ruin. Ruin....One of my earliest works. Ash, war, and vengeance incarnate."My lord," he answered, bending deeply. I did not deem sitting necessary. My anger had no patience for etiquette"Send them a message," I ordered coldly "Let them know what it is to cross me, burn down their temples, shatter their bones, make them beg."Ruin's head went back on laughter. "And Logan?"I stepped down from the throne, shadows dividin

Seeing their breathtaking smiles instantly vanishing away brought weird sense of satisfaction to Hazel. Guilty pleasure, she concluded. Her lips pressed in thin line to control her smile as she observed the tension in the atmosphere. The fear she would have in her eyes whenever Theodore's name would be brought, she was now seeing the same fear in eyes of her kidnappers. "I really fucked up." Rudha muttered under his breath, hand working on brushing his hair from his temple in frustration. "You fucking did, fucker!" Keith turned all berserked on him.

"I always thought the female of the species had access to juicy gossip. Look, my innocent sister, your precious Duke is known as 'Devil' Eastland in most circles." "Because he's so hateful?" "Partly. No one dares to cross him, he's deadly with a sword and a pistol, and has been known to duel three men in one week and walk away without a scratch. He is rarely provoked into calling anyone out, but does not flinch from anyone foolish enough to call him out. He's a fierce, savage adversary, as well as an excellent military strategist. That's not all..." Jonathan grimaced. "He has a reputation as a rakehell and rogue, to boot. Cass, he seduces women," he said when she just stared at him blankly.