King Of Ruin Novels & Stories

His aura was pushing my wolf down into the dirt, suffocating the shift before it could even start. "There seems to be a misunderstanding of who I am to you, mm?" Riven's voice rumbled above me. He squeezed harder. I let out a choked gasp as another bone in my shoulder fractured. "I'll take the stress to remind you. I am Riven of Valrok Empire. The Lycan King. Your god." He leaned down a little closer. I could smell the raw violence rolling off him. "I kill for sport," he whispered. "And when someone takes my most prized possession, I don't hesitate to dice them into pieces. Limb.. by.. limb."

I roared inside my mind. But how had I missed it? His arms were massive columns of solid muscle, veins branching like rivers beneath sun-hardened skin. Dark tattoos began at his fists and climbed his arms until they vanished beneath his leather armor, reappearing on his neck as obsidian runes that seemed to pulse with every breath he took. He was the living image of a god of war and ruin.

"I wanted us to be free! I wanted us to go home!" "This *is* home, Kaima," Selene laughed, a sound like glass grinding on stone. She gestured to the ruins around us. "This is the world the Alphas built with their wars. This is the world the Council built with their greed. This is the world the Aethel-Group built with their logic. I am just the one who has come to rule the wreckage." --- ### The King of the Ruins

I explained, and his eyes widened subtly before his expression went cold. The common type of healers could either chant some words or use silent powers. I was a rare type whose blood was the healing item, which made it dangerous for me if people were to find out. I would be hunted by people who want to drain my blood and use it for selfish reasons. And the downside? I couldn’t even heal myself. “I read that there is a cost for using it," he said, and I nodded. “I lose a piece of myself each time." He was quiet for a while before he nodded. “I won’t tell anyone. Not Adler, Mabel, or the pack.”

The blinding white light erupted from inside Valerius’s own chest cavity, instantly incinerating the centuries of dark, stagnant magic that had kept him alive. The deep, purple light in his veins was swallowed entirely by the white fire. The True King’s eyes turned from black to blinding white. And then, King Valerius exploded into a massive, towering cloud of fine, grey ash. The shockwave of his purification blasted through the cavern, completely disintegrating the remaining shadows and leaving nothing but clean, heavy ozone in its wake. The True King was gone. Forever.

she argued. “Architetta.” He leaned closer, his hands gripping each side of his desk as his voice dropped dangerously low. ”Then this job may take more from you than you expect.” She could feel it then, the danger lurking behind his words. Promising retribution. AILANI’S POV (24 hours earlier.) “She collapsed suddenly.” Everything in my life changed with those three words. A single phone call was all it took to send my whole world crashing down, like a rollercoaster on a broken track.

This time everyone could see it. Not just Thomas. Not just the Third Crown. Everyone. Then Ava pointed. Immediately. Then: "Okay." Pause. Then: "What is THAT?" Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable honestly. The shadow laughed. Its body slowly emerging from behind Valen. Like it was peeling itself out of reality. Then: "I am the Keeper of Ruin." The air became colder. Then: "The First Guardian." The giant's eyes widened. Immediately. Then: "IMPOSSIBLE."

"My touch brings decay. To humans, it is agony. To my own kind, it is a slow death. It is the price for the power I wield." He stepped toward me, and I backed up until my hit the cold stone wall. He didn't touch me, but he leaned in, pinning me with his gaze. He placed his hand on the wall right next to my head. I watched in horror as the gray stone beneath his palm began to turn black. Tiny cracks spider webbed out from his fingers, the rock literally crumbling as if a thousand years of erosion were happening in seconds. "I am a king of ruins, Elara," he hissed, his face inches from mine. "Do not mistake my lack of touch for a lack of desire to break you if y

He was making sure I felt every ounce of the fire I had started. "You think you can just say sorry and have the world go back to normal," Liam continued. "But some things are broken beyond repair. You didn't just break a glass. You ground it into dust. You can't put dust back together." "I will do anything," I whispered into the carpet. "I will leave the house. I will go to a different city. Just don't hate me. Please don't hate me."

That was the closest thing to comfort that I had felt in a long time, and I wanted to bask in it. As I sank my head into the velvet seat, I ran my head through the new things I had learned. I was alive. My name was Melanie Carter. I lost my daughter, Ellie. My husband was the murderer. And I was out for revenge.