King Of Ruin Novels & Stories

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.

They thought themselves righteous, Heroes, Protectors. They have no idea what they have just unleashed. "Ruin", I bellowed, and the very walls responded from the far corner of the room, a man emerged—tall, cadaverous, with ruby fire burning in his eyes, and a smile that promised ruin. Ruin....One of my earliest works. Ash, war, and vengeance incarnate."My lord," he answered, bending deeply. I did not deem sitting necessary. My anger had no patience for etiquette"Send them a message," I ordered coldly "Let them know what it is to cross me, burn down their temples, shatter their bones, make them beg."Ruin's head went back on laughter. "And Logan?"I stepped down from the throne, shadows dividin

The silk soaked up most of the stain, and what was left was a dim mark, blending into the fabric—hardly noticeable without direct lighting. I sighed in relief, grateful to the stranger—but I refused to be distracted. I made my way back to the gala. They took my legacy, my life, and worst of all, the life of my unborn baby. It would take more than a spilled drink to deter me from executing my revenge. I stepped back into the hall with my head held high. My re-entry was less grand than my initial appearance, but I was unfazed as I scanned the room for signs of Walter. Finally, my eyes settled on him—surrounded by other CEOs, already deep in discussion with my father.

And the way he’s calling Zion dirty, he was far cleaner than him. “I’m going to get to the bottom of this. I’m going to destroy everything they hold dear, and they won’t even know what hit them,” I promise, making him nod in approval. “No one gets to mess with Ruin and live.” “That’s the woman I know.” I stand up, winking at him. “Chaos, baby.”

He had won the battle at the Rift Pass. But in trying to protect his throne and his heart, he was losing something far more dangerous than any enemy. Something he could not control. Meanwhile, in his chambers, Riven packed a small bag with steady hands. His wounds still ached, but the ache in his chest cut deeper than any blade. He had given everything without holding back. He had fought for Kael. He had bled for him. Wanted him. And still, the King chose doubt. Riven stared out at the moonlit mountains, his decision settling into something cold and unbreakable.

I bit my lip hard to conceal my itching fist. He's dating Zayne and he still talks bullshit like this. I came at him angrily without thinking, my fist landed on his iron jaw. I got back the shock. “Ow, what's with your face?” It was like I'd punched steel. Pain shot through my knuckles before fear finally caught up with me. I looked up first and regretted it. Those eyes were different now. The gold ring was gone, just pale grey. Empty and glaring. It was then I knew I'd fucked up big time, punching the guy who controls your roster.

She must have looked up, searching for help that never came. And now she’s just an offering. My jaw tightens, something dark and violent rising in my chest, clawing at my ribs like it wants out. And for what? “Drinking the blood and getting cleansed with it, you’re ready to become a master. You’ll become untouchable and get protected by the brotherhood. Not even the president of this country will ever cross you. In fact, they'll all be under you and your business and interests in general will all be protected as well.” The one standing by the altar says as he lifts the jar.

Only their measures had grown extreme. Keira’s voice filled his head again, her accusation of him not wanting to have everything he had believed burnt down. At the moment he felt far from collected. But he was contented with her feeling that way. He had an empire to uphold. Her father had tried to break that empire once, but they had built from it. That was the truth he knew and now it was being tested. He pulled open the drawer, his hand danced on the edge of it for a split second before taking out the envelope.

A king losing generals wasn’t normal. A king losing them all at once was a crisis. A crisis Ronan was now dragging into my land. “He’s unstable,” Riven continued. “His court is fractured. His advisors are disappearing. Rumors say he has become… unpredictable. Aggressive. And frightening, even to his own.” Good. Let him crumble. Let him rot under the weight of his own cruelty. But then Riven added: “And there’s more. The empire knows about the child.” Ice slid down my spine.