King Of Ruin の小説・ストーリー

If he saw me now, vibrating in a club with a mafia boss, he’d pass out. I was alone. But I wasn't helpless. Aiden stopped laughing. He studied me, his expression sobering. “You're thinking.” “It's a habit.” “About revenge?” I didn't answer. He leaned in close, his scent — sandalwood and expensive scotch — invading my space. “You won't win, Iris.” I turned to him, meeting his dark eyes. “You're not immortal,” I said quietly. He smirked. “Close enough.” I looked back at the crowd below, watching the bodies writhe in the strobe lights. I crossed my legs, smoothing the red silk over my thighs.

I’m sure he could handle himself. Maybe I would tell him later, Maybe I wouldn’t. Liam raised his glass of wine towards Daniel in a salute. “I would like to give a toast to our host for this delightful dinner.” Liam’s smirk was too oily, his eyes too sharp. “To Daniel Kane.” He said smoothly. ““Every king sets the rules. Every pawn thinks they can win.” The table chuckled, but the air around me tightened like a noose around my neck as Liam’s gaze slid back to me with a smile, slow and deliberate, “Does she even know who you really are?”

"But not anymore. I am going to be happy this time around. I am going to make you proud, Grandpa. I will find that deed and use it to my advantage. I will ruin all of them. This is I swear to you." I was eager to know what was inside that deed that could be equivalent to the power of the Lycan King, but before that, I needed to meet him; The Lycan King, generally known by his dreadful name, KHOAS. The King of Darkness and Ruin, bathed in the blood of thousands of innocent lives he has taken.

Adjusted the robe. Took one more deep breath. Then I unlocked the door. Kathy stood on the other side. Her face creased with worry. Damien was gone. Thank God. Thank God he was gone. "You okay?" Kathy asked quietly. "I'm fine." The lie tasted bitter. "Let's just finish this shoot. I want to go home." Home. To my boys. To the only thing that mattered. To the secret I had to keep no matter what it cost me. Even if keeping it was slowly destroying me from the inside out.

A king protecting his queen. “Put down the gun Ellaine,” Daevon said coldly. I can hear her sarcastic laugh. “I did everything Daevon, why is she still the one you chose?” she asked, anger was written all over her face. I tried peeking over from the small gaps and saw her glaring. I couldn’t help but feel myself sweating coldly while panting from both nervousness and fear. I feel like I’m a useless person for not having the power to do over the things. Just one wrong move and it would be over.

"They know me as the naive priest Luci, but I am Lucido, the last remaining royal of the Kingdom who was destroyed by this Kingdom, and I am here to take retribution." Luci answered with tears coming from his eyes, as if he was regretting everything. It was as if hatred and regret is fighting inside of him. "Then who is Luci my child? Was he never you?" Luci's face became puzzled as he heard the Sage's question. He knew that he wants to stop, but he couldn't, because he could never go back. Even though he is a fallen prince, he is also this Kingdom's Priest. He also loved this Kingdom's people, what he showed to them wasn't an act, it was real, his love for the people was real. But his hatre

Just for a moment. But then, from the depths of his mind, came another voice. Deep, calm, merciless. “Do you truly think love will save you again?” The sky bled crimson. Soren’s aura flared outward, a tidal wave of energy that shook the air itself. Lucien stepped back, triumphant, his face lit by the godfire unfolding before him. The god within Soren—the Ruin—was awakening, and every heartbeat of his vessel sent tremors through the valley.

"I thought it was a legend." "Legends are just truths people forgot," Arlene said. She stood beside the pedestal, one hand hovering over the crystal. "The Lycan Kings created this to end wars. To force peace through absolute control." "They sealed it because it was too dangerous," Damoew said. "They sealed it because they were cowards." Arlene's hand touched the crystal. The moment her skin made contact, the vault responded. Red light exploded through every symbol on the walls. Power surged through the chamber. The air itself felt electric.

Chapter 4: The Ancient Ruins King Torvald ventured deep into the forbidden ruins under a blood moon, the ancient stones humming with latent magic as glowing runes and creeping vines lit his solitary path through crumbling corridors and collapsed halls. The king was no stranger to danger, but this journey was different. Whispers across the realm had spoken of a mythical Titan-blooded guardian, a being said to possess the single largest cock ever known, a monstrous weapon infused with ancient, virile power. Torvald’s own thick, heavy cock strained painfully against his breeches at the mere thought. He had claimed warlords, orcs, and giants, but this… this was the ultimate prize he had been hun

That risk sat heavy in my chest as the room below hummed and the purge began in earnest. I sat in the chair that had once belonged to Halric the Third, the so-called King of Lone Star. His chair. His desk. His office. The royal seal was still etched on the wood beneath my palms, a reminder of what I had torn down. And yet, as the reports piled up before me, I realized the true kingdom I had conquered was not land nor armies. It was rot.