Edge Of Ruin Novels & Stories

Sudden silence fill the air which got interrupted by Minha's sobs every now and then. "H-He says he did it by m-mistake. How can he ruin my life as mistake, dad? Mom? He h-had ruined me." Her words stabbed the souls of listeners. Especially Edward's who could not dare to look at his sister's face anymore, because of shame and regret. His sister was a victim of someone like him. *** Edward entered inside his room. Locking the door, he slide down against the wall, closed his eyes and covered his face with his hands.

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 could still feel him, I didn’t know if it was real or if I was imagining it because the alternative was too painful. The mountain path to the Edge was not on any map. It lived between folds of mist, only visible to those who knew how to want it badly enough. We followed it in silence, the weight of him in my arms and Finnick at my side. Hours passed or maybe days. We reached the Edge as the stars blinked out one by one. It was not a cliff or a portal. It was a void stitched by golden thread, wide and deep, the color of bone-fire and ancient dusk.

“That thing is directly tied to the Rift. It’s stronger than anything we’ve faced so far.” The guardian stepped forward, its massive sword carving through the ground as it moved. Its voice rumbled like thunder. “You are unworthy. Turn back, or be consumed.” “We’re not turning back,” Alex said, stepping forward. The guardian raised its sword, pointing it at Alex. “Then you will fall, as all who came before you.” The ground shook as the guardian charged, its sword cleaving the air with terrifying speed. The Battle at the Edge The group scattered, narrowly avoiding the guardian’s first strike. The impact sent shockwaves through the ground, cracks spreading like spiderwebs beneath their feet.

But that took a completely different turn with Edith and everything she revealed about him. ‘I told you, didn’t I, belladonna? You would reach out to me soon. Like I promised, I will wait for you to summon me and trust me, you will. It’s lovely when you resist. But this resistance isn’t long lived,’ I heard Ruin’s voice in my head. It was like the mindlink, only that it wasn’t. It was just some kind of sick connection that was created between us. I stole a glance at Kian, and then instantly looked away. Should I tell him about what happened between Ruin and me after the duel?

When he finally came home, all the anger I’d been swallowing for months came spilling out. It was a knock-down, drag-out fight — the kind that leaves you trembling long after it’s over. Words that could never be taken back, tears that wouldn’t stop. And somewhere in the middle of it all, we called it quits. But of course, nothing was ever simple. He refused to move out. The home — a small, rent-controlled place that had been given to me and my children — suddenly became another battlefield. And there I was again, standing in the ruins of another promise, trying to figure out how to keep my babies safe while the walls around me cracked.

Like he’s some kind of automaton built to ruin my goddamn sanity one blank stare at a time. I roll to my feet and stretch, spine cracking. He doesn’t look at me when I walk into the kitchen shirtless and barefoot, the morning light catching on the faint scars across my ribs. Old things. Razor-thin memories of old betrayals. “Good morning to you too, sunshine,” I mutter. He sets a steaming mug down on the counter—his own—and sips. His eyes flick to me once, unreadable, before returning to whatever silent thought process is happening behind those eyes.

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

As the first rays of sunlight spilled over the city, Eden felt the weight of the past lift, replaced by a fragile hope. They had fought through the shadows, through secrets and lies. Now, they could begin to rebuild. Together. END OF GUARDIAN OF RUIN.... THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING THIS UP TILL THE END☺️

She reached for my arm like she could anchor me back to the rational world. I didn’t let her. It’s strange how rage can calcify into something steady. It’s stranger how that same rage can feel like a compass. The video had turned the world from room to map, points of interest to redraw, men to find, weak seams to pry. “He didn’t just declare war,” I said after the glass. The words burned out of me like coal dust. “He delivered the first blow to my doorstep.” Ivy stepped between me and the wreckage of the kitchen, pragmatic to the bone. “Then let start finding out where he might have hidden him, call your mother anyone killian.”