King Of Ruin Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 48: THE SACRIFICE OF THE TIDE KING Scene 142: The Price Revealed “The war is between the world above and the world that remembers being whole.” Riven hung inside the first ocean’s claw. Blue light burned through his veins. The creature lifted him higher, drawing him toward the broken fortress roof. Every tower bent toward it. Stone peeled from the walls and vanished into the water surrounding its body. Raiken ran for him. The first king struck from the side.

Killian looked once more at his mother’s lifeless face, then at Victor, writhing in agony on the floor. He swallowed, voice barely a breath. “Let’s go.” They moved, quiet, fast, unseen in the chaos. No one stopped them. No one noticed them. Victor was collapsing into madness, and Robert... Robert had frozen. For the first time, the man who built empires with fear looked helpless. Utterly powerless. He stared at Victor, his heir, his pride, now a broken, dangerous ruin of a man, and said nothing. Could say nothing. Only when Killian, Ivy, and Killian Senior disappeared into the storm did Robert finally look down.

“We’ll need to find them before the Rogue King does.” “Do you think he knows I’ve awakened?” Damian looked toward the horizon, jaw tight. “He knows.” Rogue King’s POV Far from the safety of Mia’s mountainside pack, within the depths of a forgotten ruin cloaked in darkness, he stood. The Rogue King. They whispered his name in fear, though no one dared speak it aloud anymore. He stood before a long-forgotten mirror, the kind that reflected more than just appearances. This one showed threads of fate—fractured, burning threads—and at the center, always, was her.

“I know, and I appreciate it, more than you can imagine. It’s just... losing Kim, it feels like I’m losing a part of myself. And I felt so helpless.” He wraps his arms around me, pulling me into a comforting embrace. “You’re not helpless, Chloe Jane. You’re one of the strongest people I know. And together, we’ll get through this. We’ll find a way to stop Mason, to honor Kim’s memory.” I rest my head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. “I just wish I could see his fate, see what’s coming. Maybe then we could be one step ahead.” “We’ll figure it out,” Ruin assures me, his voice a steady anchor in the chaos of my thoughts. “As I’ve said, you have a power that scares th

He just looked at Aria, then down at Elara. “We lost two more,” he finally said. “Kerric and Dana. The Prophetess left something behind… a message.” Aria tensed. “What kind of message?” Kael reached into his pocket and pulled out a shard of glass. It looked like it had been torn from a mirror, but the surface was wrong; it shimmered with black mist and the occasional flash of red. “She spoke through it before it shattered,” Kael said, his voice low. “She said, *The ashes of the lost will birth the queen of ruin. Find her before I do.*”

Nothing! The king of darkness rose from his throne, the lava beneath him surged violently, the entire Underworld trembled in response... Then he issued a command, one that echoed throughout the endless darkness. "Prepare." His strongest warriors immediately knelt, the former Alpha King among them lowered his head without hesitation... Every demon, every monster, and every servant of darkness waited for their ruler's next words. The king stared toward the distant surface world, toward the world he intended to destroy... "The Day of Ruin is approaching." His voice rolled across the Underworld like thunder. "Prepare for war." And with those words, the darkness began to move.

Another where he lay in a coffin, flowers piled atop his chest. “You don’t have to take all of me,” the King said. “Just a taste. Enough to win. Enough to burn the wolves who betrayed you.” Kael stared at the mirror where Ruvan stood over Cradle’s body, holding her throat in his hands. And in another mirror—Kael ripped Ruvan in half with a single scream of rage. Cradle turned to him. “Kael. Look at me.” He didn’t. “Kael—”

Words that unlock doors better left sealed. Marik Bloodmark was never just cruel. He was possessed, by a high ranked demon I’d helped summon years ago. But where others made deals, I made promises. I swore myself to the deepest dark. And tonight, I came to collect my reward. Smoke bled across the surface of the mirror. Flame licked inside the glass. Then he appeared. Horned. Massive. Cloaked not in cloth but in living darkness. Malrath the Ruiner, King of Hell. Power roared off him in waves. One glance into those black gold eyes had made braver souls tear their own hearts out just to look away. He smiled at me like a proud father.

He caught that moan in his mouth and devoured it, punishing me for giving it to him. I wanted more. I wanted everything. I wanted him inside me on the cold rooftop where the world could hear, could see, could know exactly what ruin looked like. And he gave me enough to believe he might: a rough thrust of his hips, a hot scrape of his teeth. Enough to taste what ruin might feel like. The city’s noise went thin around us, like the world had taken off its earrings for a fight and was waiting to see if we would start it. And then—

He was able to find some and that’s when the new era of reborn Sins began. The young man became the new king of Sins. Together, they searched for Sins all over the world and began to form a new union that will protect and guide Sins to be able to live alongside humans. The cycle went on until another tragedy occurred which disintegrated the foundations of the union. Twenty years from the present, the king was rumored to be killed by an alliance that were in charge of capturing Sins for experimentation. To this day, Sins are in hiding. Sins try hard to live unnoticed by anyone.