Novel & Cerita Fall Of Ruin And Wrath Kindle

Should tumble and fall And the mountain should crumble to the sea I won't cry, I won't cry No, I won't shed a tear Just as long as you stand, stand by me And darling, darling stand by me Oh, stand by me Stand by me, stand by me, stand by me Whenever you're in trouble won't you stand by me Oh, now, now, stand by me Oh, stand by me, stand by me, stand by me Darling, darling stand by me Stand by me Oh, stand by me, stand by me, stand by me When the night has come And the land is dark And the moon is the only light we see No, I won't be afraid No, I won't be afraid Just as long as you stand, stand by me And darling, darling stand by me Oh, now, now, stand by me Stand by me, stand by me If the sk

“He… he rallied Akira. They’ve got proof—your paper. They know about the crown.” My heart stumbles, the crown’s power spiking, pain shooting through my head. Raymond, that weak, stubborn person, still fighting, still tied to Perez. Their bond—it’s not just living. It’s daring me. I laugh, cold, the storm roaring louder. “Let them come,” I say, turning to the platform, carving another rune, blood dripping. “This ends now.” The shade-storm swells, shadows tearing through the vault, cracking the ceiling. Dust falls, bones rattling. I feel their link, faint, through my blood-ink, like a thread I can snap. I raise my hands, the crown shining, and whisper, “Break.”

“I’m scared.” Dante wrapped him tightly in his arms. “Good. Fear means you’re alive. Fear means you fight.” Aiden buried his face in Dante’s chest, gripping his shirt as the vortex crackled louder above them. The sky split open. A streak of jagged violet fell toward the crater— like lightning given form. Dante shoved Aiden behind the ridge of broken stone. “DOWN!” The energy hit the center of the crater with a deafening crash. A shockwave ripped outward—

Chapter 83: Feral in His Ruin When he said he was going to ruin me, I didn't know what the fuck to feel, how to even process it, because I was already wrecked—my body had exploded, shattered into a million pieces, my stomach twisting with flames that burned so hot I thought I'd die. My legs kept falling apart, clamping then unclamping like they had a mind of their own, my heart swelling so hard it hurt. And the way he stared at me—like he wasn't done, like his wolf had taken the fucking wheel—his eyes dark, feral, silver flashing with pure hunger—my heartbeat slammed harder, faster, scared and so goddamn turned on I could barely breathe.

Jade turned pale. "I know Allen and the Walters have wronged you, but please, leave Allen alone, alright?" "What do you mean? We're in the entertainment industry, and we all rely on our own. How am I targeting him? Are you trying to say that all the slander against me is his doing?" Jade was rendered speechless. I sneered, "He ruined my reputation. Do you think I'd let him off easily? If your nude photos were posted online, would you just let it all be? Don't have double standards. If Allen is really the one behind it all, I won't compromise!"

The Dark Trace After the destruction of the final anchor, the world around the Rift begins to collapse. The group takes refuge within the Nexus itself, where the Nexus reveals its true nature. It speaks to Alex, warning them that the power they wield could bring about a new destruction. The ground beneath their feet trembled violently, sending cracks snaking out like webs across the earth. The sky, once an ominous gray, was now a swirling vortex of shadow and light, as though the very fabric of reality was tearing itself apart. The Rift was collapsing, but it was taking everything with it—the world, their lives, their future.

They didn’t understand. They thought he killed because he was cruel. But cruelty was messy. Vane was precise. He didn’t strike for noise. He struck for silence. And in her—somehow—he found both. She wasn’t supposed to be there. A job, clean. One body. One breath. A narrow hallway. A target. A life removed like a smudge from glass. But then— she turned the corner. Late, carrying a paper bag and a book with a broken spine. The light caught her face.

"Damn it!" Jared’s roar thundered through the grand halls of the Alpha Palace, shaking the silence like a storm crashing against the shore. With a furious snarl, he hurled his glass of whiskey against the marble wall. The crystal shattered on impact, shards scattering across the polished floor, amber liquid dripping down like blood from a fresh wound.

Because even as she said it— The ground beneath them shifted. A low rumble. Deep. Mechanical. Adrian’s head snapped toward the floor. “Elena—move!” Too late. The concrete beneath them split— Cracking open— Dropping— The ground giving way beneath their feet— And Elena’s scream tore through the air as everything collapsed into darkness below.

For failing her when she needed me most. Eventually, the beating slowed. They grew bored of a wolf who wouldn’t scream. I lay in the rain, half-conscious, my body was a map of new bruises over old wounds. My power was gone. My rank was gone. My pride... But not her. I turned my head toward the direction they had taken Irene. The rain kept falling, washing blood from my face, but it couldn’t wash away the vow forming in what remained of my shattered soul. I will come for you.