Fall Of Ruin And Wrath Series 소설 & 이야기

“Some argue his twin, Darian, rivals him. But Xaden is the one the prophecy speaks of.” My chest caves in. “Prophecy?” “He’s meant to be the future Alpha,” she continues. “But he’s cursed. That’s why Darian carries the title for now.” I was told. Yet, I press on, my fingers curling. “What kind of curse?” “He loses control during the full moon. He goes completely feral and kills without thinking.” She lowers her voice. “The elders say only his true mate can stabilize him.” My breath slows. “Something about the last white wolf that carries the lightning crest.” She adds.

Her knees trembled. But she stayed upright. “You don’t get to default to destruction,” she said through clenched teeth. The system responded— Sharp. Immediate. CONFLICT INCREASED “Yes,” she said. “That’s what growth looks like.” A beat. Then— UNSTABLE Her breath shook. “So stabilize it.” Silence. Heavy. Unmoving. Then— Slowly— The darkness began to lift. Not fully. But enough. Shapes returned. The room. Her father. Adrian.

“Because he was proud of you.” Tears burn behind my eyes. “He said you were stubborn,” Ruin says. “Too smart for your own good. That you survived things that should’ve broken you.” My shoulders shake with the silent sobs I can’t control. “He said you had a wolf that refused to die,” Ruin finishes quietly. “And that if anyone ever tried to cage you again… he’d burn the world down.” A soft, aching sound slips from my throat. I press my fists to my eyes, trying to hold myself together.

“We helped you get your Beta rank back, but we can also tear you down. Keep that in mind. It’s your call.” With that, Jannik left the room. Dane threw the whiskey glass that was sitting on his desk at the closing door. Whilst he quietly hoped it smashed into the back of Jannik’s head, the door closed and instead it shattered into a thousand pieces on the back of it. Dane leaned back in his chair and exhaled. He’d made a deal with the devil, and now the devil wanted something back in return.

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.

Sin jerks to his feet, throwing the shirtless man an intimidating look. But Wrath is named Wrath for a reason, because he steps forward, oozing with annoyance and anger. “That is the damned truth! You are not just mere sin.” He chuckles, humorlessly. “You are fucking evil. That is what you are. And do not think you are better than any of us. Abandoning us will never make you feel better about yourself; you are still..." Wrath trails for dramatic effect. "Evil." Abandonment?

His power was raw, untamed, a force of nature that refused to be contained or controlled. For a moment, they stood in the ruins, their powers pulsing in a rhythm that was both harmonious and discordant. Light and fire, love and fury, creation and destruction, two opposing forces locked in a dance as old as time itself. The universe seemed to pause, holding its breath, waiting to see which would prevail. The tension between them was palpable, a charged energy that made the air hum with anticipation. Jophiel's light flared brighter, a beacon of hope and defiance, while Wrath's flames surged higher, a challenge and a promise of devastation.

They thought themselves righteous, Heroes, Protectors. They have no idea what they have just unleashed. "Ruin", I bellowed, and the very walls responded from the far corner of the room, a man emerged—tall, cadaverous, with ruby fire burning in his eyes, and a smile that promised ruin. Ruin....One of my earliest works. Ash, war, and vengeance incarnate."My lord," he answered, bending deeply. I did not deem sitting necessary. My anger had no patience for etiquette"Send them a message," I ordered coldly "Let them know what it is to cross me, burn down their temples, shatter their bones, make them beg."Ruin's head went back on laughter. "And Logan?"I stepped down from the throne, shadows dividin

I say as all eyes turn on me and several of them grab their weapons. “Traitorous bitch!” I think he goes by the code name Poison spits. He’s glaring at me with as much venom as his name implies. “I’m no traitor. The ones who are traitors are the ones who let werewolves command us like dogs!” I snap. I know how to talk to these hunters. “Fuck it, Ruin, the entire Arkan has been fucked over!” Storm snarls, his irritation clear, but from the way his hair is tousled and the state of him, he’s stressed too. He’s trying to hold it together.

At this point, people might have had sympathy for these monsters as none of the bodies were still intact. Slash! "Die! Die! Die!" The lifeless corpse was reduced to a heap of mess when Dior swung her blade at it. Her poisonous attacks were quickly decomposing the corpse. "How dare that bitch talk back to me?" Her eyes gleamed with murderous intent. Having the class "Ruin Knight" had several unintended consequences. Ruin Knights were a destructive class. They crave annihilation, and their emotions are significantly skewed toward anger and resentment. Dior had been a member of a street gang back on Earth, and how unlucky could she have been? She was transferred to this planet the one time she