Forgotten Ruin Novels & Stories

She was so drunk that night, it was her first time drinking and Azria had failed to warn her. She could see it clearly, as if she was watching it. This time instead of focusing on the terrible thing Mr. Anderson had done to her, she noticed that his eyes were cobalt, deep like the sea. They were the same color as Azria's. The exact same,the same storm brewing, the same lighting. Everything was the same, it was actually terrifying.

Outside the world had changed. Black Hollow’s forest lay in ruin, trees twisted into grotesque forms, the ground cracked and glowed with veins of red fire, And rising from the earth, the Forgotten. Thousands of bodies crawling upward, skin ash-gray, eyes glowing with the moon’s fire. Faces he once knew friends, family, ancient priests. All climbing, reaching. John’s mind reeled. The moment the crown split, the seal undone, the Forgotten answered the call. Not just the shadows from old sacrifice, they were resurrected, ascending.

Laura smiled, a profound sense of pride warming her features as she signaled the end of the trial. Her students had officially graduated, becoming the new generation of protectors for the highlands. ​While the academy celebrated its first graduates, Dave and Lorenzo were miles away, riding hard across the rugged, wind-swept terrain of the western frontier. ​According to the ancient archival scrolls recovered from the lower vaults, this remote region held the legendary Forgotten Gates—subterranean thresholds that predated the obsidian veins and contained dormant energetic frequencies from the very dawn of the realm. ​Dismounting their horses at the base of a sheer, mist-shrouded cliff face, D

His obsession deepened. I walked the line between ruin and surrender. How long before the secrets met? How long before the man I meant to destroy realized the ghost in his bed would be the one to bring his empire down? The game had never been more dangerous or more consuming.

I nodded, avoided her gaze, and went to the kitchen to get some water to take the medicine. That night, Mom slept beside me. I fell asleep quickly, but I had a nightmare. In my dream, I kept going back to the day I was hypnotized. The hypnotist had held me down and kept telling me to forget what my family looked like. I had tried to force myself awake, but no matter what I did, I could not wake up. In the end, I really did forget Mom, Dad, and Zack. I jolted awake from the dream, drenched in cold sweat. Mom woke up too and instinctively patted my shoulder. "What is it, Rena? Did you have a nightmare?"

Ferdinan replied, gently patting Erik’s head. Erik tapped his forehead. “Oh my God, I forgot. Sorry, Uncle Fer.” “How was your competition?” Ferdinan asked. “Uncle! I won the poetry contest!” “Really?” Ferdinan looked surprised, then smiled proudly. “That’s amazing! Congratulations, little champion!” “I got first place!” Erik lifted his small trophy proudly. Ferdinan clapped softly. “I knew you could do it. You’re truly an extraordinary boy.” Roby could only watch. His chest felt tight seeing his son being so close to another man. Ferdinan wasn’t just trying to win Natasya’s attention—he was reaching Erik too.

And there Ruin goes, making me forget about my problems, if only for a second. *** Sitting in the back seat of the SUV, the memories of the afternoon in the meadow bring a smile to my face. Ruin, with his rough exterior and gentle heart, had a way of making me forget the world, forget the anxieties that lay waiting back at home. The warmth of the sun, the gentle breeze, his laughter mixing with mine—it was a respite I didn’t know I needed.

The howling winds of the Obsidian Highlands carried the scent of an approaching storm. Thick clouds rolled in from the north, swallowing the silver glow of the moon, casting long shadows over the towering walls of the Shadowfang Pack’s stronghold. Cloaked in a tattered hood, Ayla stood at the entrance of the territory she once called home. Her pulse remained steady, her resolve unshaken. Yet, deep beneath her icy composure, a storm of emotions churned. These gates—massive, imposing, lined with iron spikes—were the same ones she had walked through countless times before, filled with love and hope. Now, they felt foreign, unwelcoming, just as they had the day she was cast out.

I turned to Riven. “Are you going to try and stop me too?” He shook his head. “No. I want to see what happens.” “Why?” “Because for once, I’m not the most dangerous thing in the room.” We moved quickly. The tunnels were buried beneath three sealed gates, two rusted stairwells, and a forgotten crypt behind the fortress forge. The Seer’s magic reopened the entrance with a series of runes. The air was stale and cold. The silence down there?

Perfect for convincing a woman with no memories that we share more than a forgotten past. The revenge I’ve hungered for slides within reach at last.