Dukes Of Ruin Novels & Stories

I can feel my hands shaking as I pushed the door opened. And right there, there was Ellaine and Daevon together. Coincidentally, his eyes roamed to look at me and immediately distanced himself from his girl. “H-Honey,” he called out. Slowly, a bitter smile crept in to my face, “For the second time, you ruined me,” I mumbled and quickly turned away from them and ran. I quickly headed towards the elevator down to ground floor to fetch my car. Tears started rolling down my cheeks despite me wiping them over and over. I pulled my car door opened and closed it. For one last time, I looked at the building before starting the engine.

"I'm just a bit shocked. The atmosphere inside the hall reminded me of a terrible memory." Ezekiel furrowed his brows. What memory? If he asked and Ezra decided to tell him, she would say to him about that one memory in her previous life. It was somewhat vague because she always tried to forget it. But there was one triggering familiarity happening in that hall. When Liam unleashed his , Ezra recalled the burning world that fell to ruin in his hands. The Crazed Duke of Almandine, the man who joined forces with the West Continent to bring destruction to the Euclase Empire. The wind blew his long blonde hair, and his glowing golden eyes terrified many, bringing about his gallant figure.

​The moment he was alone, his composure shattered entirely. ​With a guttural, animalistic shriek of pure rage, Duke Phileo began destroying everything within arm's reach. He slammed his fists onto his desk, sweeping crystal decanters, rare leather books, and inkwells onto the floor, where they shattered into a hundred pieces. He grabbed an ornate velvet armchair and hurled it across the room, smashing a gilded display case filled with heirloom glassware. ​"No!" He screamed, his breathing ragged as he kicked a fallen bookshelf. "I will not be humiliated like this! I am a Duke of Sivkraeis!"

“Nothing. I’m looking for company, and thought you could use some. Maybe I might be able to put a smile on that beautiful face.” I smiled. “The last handsome man I dated turned out to be a fraudster who led me to ruin. He was hired to take me to that awful place, a place I had no idea existed before that day. Still trying to track him but keep hitting dead end after dead end. So, don’t blame me when I decide to stay away from people I don’t know.” He nodded. “I understand the dilemma you’re in but trust me, I mean no harm.” “That’s exactly what a psycho would say.”

I was calm, even after she looked up and our eyes met each other. Sweats were dropping from her head and face was retorting in some kind of serious pain. Everything sank on me.. That's right. That's why Duke wasn't wounded after he got shot because he has a strong healing as the Lycan King! Compared to us, rogue, that can take five days before we completely heal. How can I forget about that? I got so used to how things are happening to the rogues that I forgot what Duke is! And Valerie... She's having a hard time right now because she has probably taken a serious and really dangerous poison. Something that her body can't heal right away, unlike the previous poisons she had an encounter with

Author’s note: Ruined(Eternal Monarch) contains details of the following subjects: Abuse, loss, trauma, suicide. Recovery from trauma and emotional relapse. If you are easily triggered by any of the following mentioned subjects. Do not read ahead for your mental health. Throughout the novel, there are a lot of strong languages. If you are not comfortable with all the foregoing, please do not enter. This is not a novel for the faint of heart. There are numerous triggers in the book.

"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

The echoes are still there, waiting, and they’ll be louder than ever when we return. 🖤 Echoes of Ruin resumes January 1st.

She shook her head and screamed, "Impossible! You're lying! You're still holding a grudge over his infidelity, right? You can save him. You're a top specialist from abroad! How could you fail?" Jenny was crying. She refused to believe my words. Galen's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at me. "Sabrina, you hate me, don't you?" I met his gaze calmly. "I hate you. I hate your betrayal. I hate that you destroyed my ability to save lives. But Galen, I am not someone who would let personal feelings override human life. I cannot cure your illness." His shoulders slumped, and he leaned against the doorframe. Then, he slowly walked away. However, he didn't go far before his body collapsed to the floo

I replied, lifting my glass. He smiled. “Only at first.” I took a careful bite, watching him over the rim of my glass. “What happens after this,” I asked calmly. “After you hide me underground.” “After,” he repeated, considering. “We rebuild.” “We,” I echoed. “Yes,” he said. “You and me. Without distractions.” “You mean without Damien.” His expression barely changed, but his fingers tightened around his fork. “He was a phase,” Marcus said. “An indulgence. People like him burn fast and disappear.”