Edge Of Ruin Novels & Stories

The edge we'd leaned over hadn't simply broken; it had ruptured, and I was left crouched in the wreckage, with the taste of shattering on my tongue and want and the cold bitter tears of the ash and mine, aware that the destroying plummet was yet to come. The taste of shattering was all I had.

I could see the buildings and the steps of the main hall and two figures standing there, one gripping a railing with clawed hands and the wood splintering under his fingers. My chest clenched. Even from a distance I could see the dark circles and the stubble and the way his clothes hung loose on a body that hadn't been eating. His side was bandaged fresh but a stain was bleeding through and his eyes were locked gold, a steady burn that said Ruin was at the surface and Dax was barely holding him back. Ezra was beside him with his hand on Dax's arm and he saw me first and grabbed Dax and pointed and Dax's head came up and his eyes found me.

that I realized how foolish I had been. He still didn't understand what losing me actually meant for him. Fine. I would let him watch all his dreams and hopes crumble right in front of him. I would let him understand that with me, he was the admired Mr. Holt. But without me, he was nothing. Alan's assistant noticed he was still dazed and quickly nudged him. "Mr. Holt, please do something," he whispered in panic. "You need to address the media. If we can't explain the Westarken issue, this affects not only the company's profit, but also our reputation and credibility."

Ivanov’s terrified screech was cut short. A deafening, white-hot explosion erupted at the doorway. The sheer force of the blast wave hit me like a solid wall of concrete, lifting me off my feet and throwing me backward through the air. I crashed hard against the wet floor, rolling several times as debris, shattered metal, and dust rained down everywhere. The glass chandelier overhead shattered into a million pieces, showering the room with sharp spikes. My ears were ringing with a high-pitched sound. Smoke filled my lungs, making me cough violently as I struggled to sit up, my vision swimming in shades of black.

Lana’s POV The ruins ended abruptly at a jagged fissure in the valley floor. Mist curled over the drop, concealing jagged stones and faint traces of ancient paths that twisted downward. A deep, hollow wind sighed from below, carrying the faint smell of damp earth and something older—almost metallic, like forgotten machinery. Kael peered over the edge, blade drawn. “We go down carefully. One step at a time.” I gripped the shard tightly. Its warmth pulsed in gentle waves, alerting me to subtle energy currents. The fissure wasn’t just a drop—it was an entrance to something alive, something that could sense presence.

Jax next to him. The ground shook beneath them. The ruin split open. Nova and Elle dropped out of sight. Fin bolted before the dust settled. Two rounds of blood. A shift that buckled her knees. And now she'd vanished into the earth. Fin's patience ran out the same second she did. Fin tore forward. Stairs. Carved straight down into the earth where the ruin had been moments before. Xeon: Blood again. I've had enough. Mindlink her. Fin agreed.

He shows off his crooked teeth in a wicked, triumphant grin, keeping the blade pressed firm against her skin without digging it in any further just yet. “I'll do whatever the fuck you—” I don't complete the sentence before the entire steel roof above us blows up with a deafening, bone-shattering roar. Blinding smoke, powdered plaster, and concrete dust instantly consume the room, completely blinding my eyes as the concussion wave knocks me flat on my stomach. “Dahlia?” I try speaking, but the sound that leaves my lips is nothing more than a raspy, helpless whisper. “Fuck!” What is going on?

Echo was an elemental wolf, but also a famous singer. Griffin helped Natalia settle into her wheelchair while Edge helped me from his SUV. Sonni smiled when she saw Edge tuck my hand into his elbow. “You two look so good together.” I ducked my head. Nobody ever really made over me like this, and it was intimidating. I knew she was just being kind and didn’t really think I was pretty or that I looked like I belonged with someone as handsome as Edge. I was the charity case they brought along.

"He is engaged! He is parading around with another woman, letting his family tie their entire future to hers, while you throw your entire life away for crumbs in the dark! Wake up, Liv! You need to forget him. Cut him off. End this sick addiction before he completely destroys you!" "I can't just turn it off, Mia!" I cried out, hot tears spilling over my lashes. "You think I want this? You think I enjoy feeling like I'm drowning every single second of the day? I try to let go, and then he touches me and I lose my mind!"

"The way is strong but there is a part three hours out from the ruins where the land opens onto a high edge. It will be the most open point of the going." She blinked. Then she went with him, because this was Cole, and the way he cared for her was sometimes to see her hard feeling and then right away turn them both toward something fight ready. It worked. "The high edge," she said. "If Dorian sends people ahead to wait at the high edge before we get there it becomes a big problem," he said. "We need either eyes on that part before we come or another way past it." "I talked to Rook yesterday. He knows a second path that stays away from the high edge. It adds forty minutes to the going but it