Fall Of Ruin And Wrath Novels & Stories

He muttered. “Yea And when Kael falls, it will not just be his blood that is brought to the ground. It will be the faith of his pack, the trust in his name. His line will crumble. That is the victory worth taking.” Finally, he understood. Not just to kill Kael, but to ruin him. To strip him of the weight of legacy. I raised my own cup, though I did not drink. “To ruin then.” He lifted his as well. “To ruin.”

"Power built on betrayal crumbles. And love born from ruin will never be more than ashes." The air itself seemed to hold its breath. Behind me, Kaelus groaned, struggling to lift himself from the ground. His body shook with effort, but he couldn’t stand. He would never stand before me again—not as an equal, not as a king. And as for Chloe… she lowered her gaze and stepped back, vanishing into the crowd like a ghost that had no place among wolves. *** The snow kept falling long after the fight was done. It drifted lazily through the scarred air, softening the bloodstains beneath my boots, covering the wounds carved into the earth as if nature itself wished to erase what had happened here.

Considering he wasn’t back yet, moving him wasn’t too difficult, and once she’d untangled her limbs from his empty ones, she stormed out of the dark room, slamming the door behind her. The lights in the hallway flickered as she made her way downstairs and through the front door, slamming that one as well. Once she was standing out in the yard in front of Angel Grove, her stomach burning with the pain of her Reaper power, Ru let out a growl loud enough to startle the birds which scattered out of the trees all around her, sending them off through the dimly lit evening sky. Raising both hands, Ru chose a tree in the distance and unleashed the fury that had been accumulating deep within her soul

The terror in her dialed irises confirmed his suspicion. His aura turned more cold and dark if possible. A small chuckle vibrated from his rough throat. Her unshed tears , she was trying so hard to control, started streaming down like waterfall, studying his deranged reaction. She was doomed. In hands of man who was her sinner, her tormentor, the man who ruined her.

“Have a good evening.” It’s all he says before pumping his wings and then rising into the sky so that he mixes with the bats and airplanes that hover high above, and it is only when he is out of sight that I move and lean against the banister so I can stare down at the city below. “Fuck,” I growl, brushing my hand along my face while my anger continues to ebb and flow. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Ciaran?” ‘Don’t you know.’

she gasped. "Someone needs to. You clearly make terrible decisions." I pulled back slowly, then thrust forward again. "For example: sabotaging a Don's shipment. That's very stupid." "Worth it—fuck—worth it to see you lose—" "You haven't seen me lose yet." I set a steady rhythm, deep and hard. "But you will. And when I'm ruined, I'm dragging you down with me." She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper even as she glared at me.

Ruth, witnessing the wolf writhing in agony, was oblivious to the source of its suffering until her gaze fell upon me. Before I could evade Ruth’s swift strike, it hit me hard, sending me crashing to the ground with a painful thud. Blood trickled from my mouth, and I felt several bones crack under the force. Struggling to regain my composure, I lay in the rain-soaked grass, the pain coursing through me like wildfire. Before I could muster the strength to rise, Ruth unleashed another blast of her dark aura, which struck the devil squarely in the back. His face slammed against the ground, inciting his fury. The earth began to fracture beneath us, molten fire erupting from the fissures.

Ash tried to scream, to throw his sword, but he was too slow. Rhea didn't flinch. She didn't even raise her hands. She simply opened her mouth. The sound that came out wasn't a scream. It wasn't a howl. It was a roar that seemed to come from the very bowels of the earth, a sound so loud and so alien that it caused the obsidian trees to shatter into dust. It was the roar of a world being unmade. It was the sound of the Ruin.

Kirrily pov White steam hissed from the cracked gravel, curling up into the rain like frantic ghosts. Armed mercenaries stood around the Apex cruisers, rifles wavering between Lachlan and the man claiming to be her dead father. Radios blared the instantaneous collapse of Vance Enterprises on the Sydney exchange. Her thumb stayed flat on the red override. Every second she held it down, Archangel’s algorithms dumped another ten million shares at bottom-tier valuations. She was cutting the throat of the nation’s largest energy grid in real time, draining billions into the ether.

The defiance of the city was a physical force, a declaration of sovereignty written in steel and blood. The sky above the palace ruins split open with a sharp, catastrophic sound like a million mirrors breaking at once. A massive wave of dark, star-matter silhouettes began to descend through the emerald rift, their long crystalline spears gleaming with a pale, deadly light as they hovered over the spires.