Dukes Of Ruin Novels & Stories

Lucian’s office was a silent testament to his long rule, a blend of ancient history and modern necessity. A centuries-old Lycan broadsword was mounted on one wall, while a bank of high-resolution monitors displaying territorial surveillance feeds glowed softly on another. He was reviewing the latest report on the Silver Creek alliance, the political maneuvering of Kael and the Redding Alpha leaving a sour taste in his mouth. It was the move of a weak leader grasping for power, and weak leaders were always dangerously unpredictable.

With the Duke's blessing, he gave him an army of humans, unraveling to them it was all their plan to lure his soldiers out from the castle as Cornelius and Camellana do the loothing. Darwin has been hiding with the little infant with him. Vampire or not he doesn't have the heart to hurt the babe so he took a milk with him, into his waterskin. On Andrew's side, the Duke seated high on his lavishly gaudy solve stallion walked into the forest at the beast's naturally leisurely pace. In front of him went the clunkers. They would beat loudly on drums to frighten creatures out of hiding from under wildernesses or the thick undergrowth. The forest was abounding with game which scuttled out in bunch

My muscles lock, the throbbing pain fading as I watch his finger dance over the trigger. “You’re wrong.” he looks at me. “Let’s say you did destroy all the rings, X. Let’s say you accomplished what you’ve set out to do. Do you honestly believe, for one second, it’ll stay that way? Ha! The second the dust settles, evil will already be rebuilding their empire, this time stronger and better than before.” he stares at me as if I'm delusional. “You'll never get rid of evil. Never.”

There was a conference table with several people in lavish suits looking uncomfortable. And at the head of the table, standing with his hands braced on the wood, radiating fury— Damien. Time stopped. My heart stopped. Everything stopped. He looked the same. Older, maybe. Sharper. The priceless suit fit him perfectly in his glory. His dark hair was shorter than I remembered. But his eyes, those storm-gray eyes, were exactly the same. And they were locked on me. For a moment, just one heartbeat, something that looked like recognition, flashed across his face.

"You mean hoarding it for yourselves. Building your organization on stolen magic and murdered innocents." "Every great empire is built on the bones of the conquered," Marcus said without shame. "That's just the nature of power. And make no mistake, Zayne—the Hunters are an empire. We control more territory, more resources, more pure magical energy than any other organization in the supernatural world. All because we've been smart enough to recognize opportunity when we see it."

“One failure weakens you. Three failures break you. You remember that, don’t you?” My blood went cold. Devon said nothing. Gideon smiled again, but there was anger behind it now. “You want the first duet?” Devon’s answer came immediately. “Yes.” I shook my head. “No.” No one listened. Gideon turned to the council. “I accept the first duet.” The elders began shouting again. Devon had stepped into a game where one wrong loss would not only cost him power. It could strip him down. Break his wolf.

Ruin Me, Enemy Daddy is dark, heavy and filled with surprises. Please read the following carefully. - Strong language - Explicit sexual content - Violence and graphic scenes - Murder and assassination - Torture - Emotional abuse and manipulation - Coercion and obsessive behavior - Moral ambiguity - Betrayal - Forced proximity and captivity - Death of loved ones This is a dark mafia romance. The love here is complicated and it is costly. The characters are flawed in ways that will frustrate you, unsettle you, and at certain points make you question everything you thought you wanted from a love story. That is intentional and frankly the point.

“You have a duty to your pack. Besides, it’s already decided. There is nothing you can do to stop it, so stop your tantrums.” “Tantrums? You call playing God over my life tantrums”? I asked with disbelief. I turned to my mother. “Mom, please. Tell him this is madness.” My voice broke. She swallowed hard, and this time when she reached out, I allowed her to touch me because I felt like I would crumble if I didn’t use her as an anchor. “Sweetheart, your father won’t change his mind. I tried. The pack is in danger, and we’ve lost three families this month from the last attack. If we don’t secure the alliance…”