King Of Ruin Novels & Stories

he finally said “You’re not. When you’re done sulking, you’ll come back. You always do. The old me would have apologized by now I let the phone go dead and dropped my phone on the table and smiled. Two days later, I was back at the trust group, this time to finally get everything I need to wreck the company, I couldn’t wait to be done with it. The boardroom was tended when I walked in, Blake sat at the head of the table, Monique beside him, legs crossed, nails tapping against her tablet like she owned the place. Blake’s eyes flicked to me, irritation flashing briefly before he masked it.

My heart hammered. His voice lowered, deeper than I’d ever heard it. “And you…” He pointed the rim of his glass toward me, eyes burning with something molten and terrifying. “You have no idea how much blood stain lies in my palm just to make sure you are mine.” Air left my lungs. He didn’t move. He didn’t look away. He just watched me absorb the truth that shattered everything I thought I knew. He had destroyed the North. Killed hundreds. Framed a king.

Slowly he reached across and took my hand, refusing to let go even when I tried to pull back. "I was blind," he rasped. "So consumed by losing the company, so terrified of ending up weak like my father, that I let Callan hand me the blindfold myself. I'll spend the rest of my life paying for that storm. But nobody puts you out again. Not Callan. Not the board. Not anyone." Part of me the foolish part that had once loved him with everything I had wanted to believe in him. But trust isn't a switch. It's a ruin you rebuild one brick at a time.

“Witness the end of balance. Witness the birth of something eternal.” The ground beneath me rose, lifting me high above the chasm as pillars of black stone erupted upward, forming a throne forged from the bones of the world itself. I sat upon it. King of ruin. King of what comes after. Far away, I felt Aria scream. I felt Kaelen’s rage explode outward, his power surging violently in response, clashing uselessly against the tide. Too late. Even if they stopped me now, the damage was done. The underworld was open.

Author’s note: Ruined(Eternal Monarch) contains details of the following subjects: Abuse, loss, trauma, suicide. Recovery from trauma and emotional relapse. If you are easily triggered by any of the following mentioned subjects. Do not read ahead for your mental health. Throughout the novel, there are a lot of strong languages. If you are not comfortable with all the foregoing, please do not enter. This is not a novel for the faint of heart. There are numerous triggers in the book.

My muscles lock, the throbbing pain fading as I watch his finger dance over the trigger. “You’re wrong.” he looks at me. “Let’s say you did destroy all the rings, X. Let’s say you accomplished what you’ve set out to do. Do you honestly believe, for one second, it’ll stay that way? Ha! The second the dust settles, evil will already be rebuilding their empire, this time stronger and better than before.” he stares at me as if I'm delusional. “You'll never get rid of evil. Never.”

Silver flames burned along the walls without heat, casting eerie light across hundreds of kneeling figures below. Hollows. Thousands of them. Their heads bowed in absolute silence. And at the center of it all. me. No. Her. The first Queen of Ruin sat upon a throne of obsidian, draped in dark armor lined with glowing cracks. A silver crown rested upon her head like it belonged there. Like it had never belonged anywhere else. Her face slowly lifted. And I was staring at myself. Same eyes. Same face. Only colder. Older. Broken in ways I couldn’t understand.

I could feel him swelling inside me, his cock pulsing as he neared his own release. "I'm going to fill you up," he growled, his voice strained. "I'm going to put so much cum in you that it drips out of you all night long." The filthy words pushed me over the edge again, a second orgasm ripping through me before the first had fully subsided. I shook violently, my body arching against him as I came harder than I ever had before.

The God of Ruin. And beside the towering, terrifying dragon, stood a familiar, slender, yet utterly despicable figure. It was the former world leader, the man who had controlled the military and engineered the initial chaos from the beginning. He was now clad in dark armor, his face etched with fanatical devotion, serving as the high priest to the returned god. He looked up, startled by my sudden presence, then sneered. “King Cardan. Late to the ceremony, as always. You hate being interrupted, don’t you, My Lord?” he addressed the Dragon.

Aurora was intrigued by the premise of that statement, “‘As long as he remains in the land dominated by the rogues?’ Then what if the King leaves the rogue’s territory? Is he no longer protected by that power?” Andre nodded, “You are pretty damn smart. Yeah, that is what I am getting at. The land dominated by the rogues is the key. To kill the King, there are two ways. One, you kill all the rogues in the Grace Ruin. With all the subjects gone, the King loses his power. Or, alternatively—” “We lure him out of his land and kill him there,” Damien said. “Yes. Those are your options.” Aurora bit her lip.