Forgotten Ruin Novels & Stories

All this, because no one would remember them, so with them the powers that still inhabited some regions, or sustained several places, lost their power, with them came disasters, the end came to each of them, with them, the places that once existed, no longer exist, their worlds have come to an end. So, with them their meanings, then, there were no gods, there were no dates to remember, there was no place to return, with them, disasters and evil happened, from him one day worlds lost what sustained them and with them, its inhabitants died, so the temples of Zarathanis were home. When the place of the forgotten for all to be remembered, which was a contract between them, lest they be forgotten

The stamps that prove my identity, my citizenship, my right to exist anywhere in this world—all of it turns to ash falling slowly to the floor. Mother holds it until the fire threatens to reach her fingers, then drops it into a crystal ashtray on the small glass table. We all watch in silence as the last remnants burn; orange and red and then gray. Until it's all gone. Gone. "Let her go," Mother commands harshly. Kruska releases my arm immediately, stepping back with a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. Margaret lets go more reluctantly, her face troubled. Without their support, I sway dangerously. The room spins, and that pounding in my head—which I'd almost forgotten abou

Some things seemed to fade away and cease entirely without a hope of their returning, and even the light itself seemed to fade as the air began to harbor darkness. The city itself was one such thing which faded, the capital having been destroyed by fire about the time of Zephyr's reign and the invention of maurium. Zephyr had called for Pyre to be rebuilt three miles west of the place where the city stood. He called for a new city for the new age and encouraged the maurium be employed as the backbone of the city infrastructure. He called it the Eternity Project, and a great wall of maurium was erected to denote the borders of the new capital, the east gate being sealed to prevent a returnin

The Forgotten Sanctuary loomed before Nicola, an ancient ruin carved into the mountainside, its jagged silhouette barely visible beneath the pale moonlight. The air was thick with an eerie stillness, broken only by the distant howl of the wind. The stone walls, cracked and weathered by time, pulsed faintly with traces of old magic - power that had long since faded but never truly vanished. She took a slow breath, inhaling the scent of damp stone and something deeper, something familiar yet unsettling. This was where she had been born. Where her mother, Lyra, had brought her into the world.

Without waiting for another second, he took it and slid it around my wrist. Now that it was actually close, I realized how there were only three of those black stones dangling around the chain. And for a mere second, I saw them changing colors. From black to white to grey. And then it was gone. "These stones were carved out from the deepest pits of the River Phlethegon." He still didn't let go of my hand. "They grow hot whenever danger is near." I couldn't help but notice how cold they felt against my bare skin.

Moreover, the Particle Cannon wasn't something that could be fired without limitation. Therefore, Gideon could only fantasize about obtaining another inner core without truly expecting it. The submarine continued moving forward. A flush of excitement appeared on Winter's pale face, the color a reflection of her emotions. Gideon was deeply curious. What could possibly be in these depths to make her so eager? "We're here." It was unclear how much time had passed when Winter's shout snapped Gideon out of his meditative state. He looked outside. What lay before him was an ancient ruin.

👁️ In its place… A massive crack stretched across the sky. 🌌 A crack in reality itself. ⚡ Something was pushing through. Something enormous. Something ancient. 🌑 The people of the city began screaming. Children cried. Buildings shook. The entire Forgotten World trembled. 😨 And from within the crack… A gigantic hand slowly emerged. 👁️🔥 Its fingers were larger than mountains. Its skin covered in ancient runes. ⚡ The King Beyond Memory was coming. ⸻ 🌙 The Final Message

I belong to the Foxe family, and as the eldest son, it's my duty to offer my help to the blessed one. "Hmmm..yea, the last time though not sure, when we trapped him it's assumed that while we hailed to the sacred fire of him, the made sure to let a little piece of him go out freely. But that tiny portion would never survive on its own and hence drifted off above, preparing and growing since; until a new soul was forged -Dawn Stone. This time, we must make sure that nothing goes wrong, we can't afford another battle in the future" Dawn's POV

Veyra had decided to sneak off to go find the mirror stone on her own. Unknown to her Lioren had seen her and followed through. The entrance to the ruins of Fenwyre loomed before them—massive, vine-draped pillars carved with glyphs older than any spoken tongue. Veyra felt the air shift as she stepped across the threshold. It was like walking into memory. The stone beneath her bare feet pulsed faintly with a magic not her own, yet not entirely foreign either.

ROMAN The mining complex loomed before us in the early morning light, a hulking mass of concrete and rusted metal that seemed to devour the shadows around it. I crouched behind a piece of machinery, my body coiled tight with anticipation as I watched the guards make their rounds through my scope.