Forgotten Ruin Novels & Stories

I noticed him already. My phone chimed, I reached for it sharply. Brandon shook his head, “You're whipped, bro. Dad's gonna like that news.” “Shut up, Brandon." I slammed the phone on the table, closed my eyes and wished I could see Pedro's face instead of those emerald. Brandon picked up my phone. “Woah, your dad burned down our hideout. He found it out again." "Then we get another where no one finds, alert the members. He would start searching.”

After a few minutes of bypassing the security protocols, the folder finally opened. My heartbeat slowed. Company names filled the screen. Dozens of them. Each linked through shell corporations. Money moved between them in complicated patterns that made my stomach tighten. Some connected to known criminal organizations. Others to politicians. Private military contractors. Banks. International shipping companies. The deeper I scrolled, the colder I became. Then one name stopped me. Raven Holdings. Owner… Armani Rossi. My breathing caught. No. I clicked it. Transaction histories appeared. Shell companies. Offshore accounts. Payments routed through countries I'd never even visited.

… Most underground casinos were run by the mafia, and they were capable of anything cruel. Jean received a package soon after. She opened the box, only to find a severed hand. The back of the hand carried Tanner’s distinctive crescent-shaped birthmark. Jean’s breath was caught in her throat. With her eyes rolling back, she passed out. She woke up in the hospital. Jean grabbed Helen’s hand and begged in tears for her to save Tanner. “Tanner’s arm is chopped off. He must be hurting. Please save him, Helen. He’s my only child now. I can’t lose him.

When she appeared in the doorway he turned — a fraction of something that might have been relief, gone before she could see it. The Greymere pack, Riven said. Eastern border. Their Alpha found dead three hours ago — not natural causes. Succession unclear, two rival claimants already moving. What do you need? she said. Caelan looked at her with the assessment of someone determining what help was available. Can you read a territorial map? Teach me. * * * The maps were nothing like she had expected — not geography but overlapping boundaries in a colour system she did not recognise.

The projector flickered to life, displaying images of a stone entrance adorned with ancient engravings. "This is the newly discovered entrance of an ancient ruin," Marshal Barns began, his tone grave yet tinged with excitement. "We believe this was once the tomb of a prominent figure, though we have yet to ascertain their identity. However, speculation suggests it may be the final resting place of the legendary swordsman Cyrus West, also known as the Right-hand General of Prince Egon. We discovered this ruin near a city called Frostlake. The door is an the base of a mountain called the Atlas peak."

However, his powerful muscles seemed impervious to my struggles, effortlessly as he carries me deeper into the thick underbrush, leaving me completely at his mercy. As we near the vicinity, a large mansion suddenly appears, seemingly coming out from thin air. It is situated in the midst of a dense forest, surrounded by towering trees that add to its unsettling atmosphere. The house is completely covered in thick vines, which cascade over its entire structure, creating a bleak and neglected look, as though it has been left untouched for countless years. As we near the house, my captor abruptly veers to the left, leading me towards a set of doors embedded in the ground. Without warning, he for

I answered then leaned on the seat of his car. My vision is spinning that's why I closed my eyes and played the scene I was trying to forget for over this years. Why am I being like this? He is the one who left but I am the one who tortures myself, he is the one who fooled but I am the one who never forget. This shouldn't be like this. I am Ayesha Samaniego and I should not fall just because of the man. My beauty is so beautiful and two years of squabbling is enough.

The venue of our retreat was held at a private resort, It has a beach and a space where we can build our tent. ‘Over the beautiful moon’ That was the name of the resort. It was familiar. “Do you know the owner of the resort?” I asked Beau “Nah. Why?” “The name was kinda familiar.” I said, “Maybe because it has the same meaning as my name. My name means moon, Altalune is a Latin name that means ‘Over the moon’ and Mizuki, is Japanese means beautiful moon.”

“What did you find, Lyra? Lyra what odd things turned up then suddenlyHer gaze flicked abruptly towards Damien then back swiftly.“It’s not just one thing. She squared her shoulders weariness of her journey not enough dulling fierce determination burning deeply within her eyes. Nothing's solely one element nowadays apparently. Ancient structures lie nestled deeply within northern cliffs. Air surrounding that place feels pretty thick somehow. That seems incorrect somehow.“And the creatures?” “They’re coming from the ruin,” Lyra confirmed. “It’s like a hive. Extremely heavy stuff weighs alot. Darkness shifts silently beneath faint moonlight and a sudden chill seeps deep into my bones. Creatures

Lyra walked beside me, her eyes sharp, her expression tense as she clutched her notebook against her chest. The Forgotten Realm. A place most believed only existed in folktales—the realm where the spirits of cursed Lunas wandered, trapped between worlds, abandoned by the moon they once served. The sky above us was a strange pale gold, like liquid sunlight frozen in place. The ground was white, but not snow, it was ash, so fine it clung to my boots like dust from shattered bones. A chill ran through me. “This place…” I whispered, but my voice sounded swallowed, like the realm itself devoured sound.