From Ruin, She Rose Novels & Stories

I stood up from the cold tiles with renewed strength. I was no longer the girl who obeyed his every command even though i was hurting, the girl who was scared to lose him, the girl who waited for him to choose her. I was Clarissa hart, daughter of one of the wealthiest men in the city, a woman who had willingly given her life to the wrong man. Not again. Today I would take the first step. I would see my parents again. The parents I haven’t seen for years, the parents I didn’t get to hug one last time before my death, Blake made sure of that

She didn’t respond but I caught the huff under her breath and they way her hands curled into fists at her side. When we reached the pack house, she stopped by the stairs and turned to face me. Her eyes met mine without flinching. “I know where you were” she said quietly and my body went rigid’ “How…” “I saw the grave,” she admitted with a softer voice. “I didn’t mean to intrude. I…” she stopped, then stared at me with an indescribable expression in her eyes. “I hope you find peace” Her voice was soft as she said it, almost like she was uttering prayers, but they hit me like a punch to the chest.

She thrashed wildly, snarling like a rabid dog as they pinned her to the floor. “You bitch! You think this is over?” she screamed. “I’ll destroy you, Rosalie! You think you’ve won?! You’re nothing! A broken, pitiful whore with blood on her hands! I’ll bury you!” Her venomous words sliced through the air, but I barely heard her anymore. Blood… too much blood… My vision swirled. Screams. The table. Cold instruments. The stench of antiseptic and rot. My scream echoing back at me, swallowed by faceless men in white masks. Damien’s name ringing in my head.

To choice. I spoke words I didn’t understand - but meant. The ground cracked. Rays of silver fire erupted around the two Council members. Not to burn - but to bind. I didn’t want revenge. I wanted endings. The final commander - the one who’d named me Queen of Ruin - roared and lunged. His form shattered midair, limbs half-shifted, bones snapping. I met him with my bare hands. My palm struck his chest and light pierced him. Straight through.

The sensation of power didn’t suffocate her so much as it was at last something that she never could refuse. She sprinted, screaming, to meet the beast on her territory, knife grip shifted. The Ruin blinked at her, its eyes wide with surprise, but it was already too late. Serena was already upon it. The blade drove into its flank, and the thing roared, strangled, and backed away, blood gushing from the wound. But it wasn’t enough. Not yet.

"You’re going to steal it?" "Steal it? No, that’s too risky," I said, taking a sip of wine. "I’m going to ruin it. My friend is going to accidentally spill a chemical compound on it, something that looks like water at first, but once it dries, it rots the fabric. By the time she puts it on, it will literally fall apart in her hands." Clara giggled, a high, thin sound. "That’s brilliant. She’ll walk into the ballroom looking like a moth-eaten rug."

"I woke up. Thirsty. Did you... did you find the water?" I looked at the counter behind me, then at the glass I had dropped. It was miraculously unbroken. I grabbed it, my hand shaking. "Yeah," I said, my voice trembling. "Just... just getting a glass." Mia nodded, oblivious, and shuffled toward the fridge. "Cool. Pour me one too?" I stood there, watching her, feeling Leo’s cum slowly drying on my inner thighs, the scent of sex masking the garlic from dinner. We were safe. We hadn't been caught.

I collapsed on the stable section of the deck, clutching my bleeding hand to my chest. I looked up. Kirrily stood in the doorway, the glass door wide open. Rain blew inside, soaking her clothes, but she didn't care. Her hands covered her mouth, her eyes wide as she stared at the blood pouring from my hand.

The ground split open beneath their feet. Seraphina grabbed Zero-D and stumbled backward. Lucien caught her arm. “Don’t move.” Another tremor shook the earth. Dust rolled across the ruined estate behind them. Victor raised his weapon. “What the hell is under us?” Nobody answered. Then Lucien stepped in front of Seraphina. His body was still weak from the bullet, but his eyes were clear now. Completely clear. Seraphina looked at him.

Her voice faltered as she avoided my gaze, her cheeks flushing crimson. “Tidy up?” I yelled, stepping further into the room, noting the bucket of water I had hit over. My gaze swept over the chaos in the room. “This looks more like sabotage than cleaning.” She fidgeted, wringing her hands nervously. “I didn’t mean for it to get this bad. I guess I am just… clumsy.” You guess!? “Clumsy doesn’t begin to cover it,” I growled, running a hand through my hair in frustration. My gaze zeroed in on the overturned glass of water soaking one of my maps. “Do you have any idea what that was?”