Kingdom Of Ruin Novels & Stories

“The Mother appeared. She was created from pure love, devotion, and happiness. All her joy and love materialized and formed the world we know. The Mother divided the world into six parts. The Kingdom of Winter came first, with its tall mountains and northern location, a place of endless cold. The Kingdom of Darkness came next, farthest to the south, where the sun didn’t shine as brightly, and the stars shone the strongest. The Kingdom of Summer came third, where the sun shone the most, and the warmth filled and illuminated the kingdom. The Mother combined the three kingdoms and created the Kingdom of Autumn and the Kingdom of Spring from them.” Only five kingdoms were explained—no mention of

But all he could do was place a hand on her shoulder before moving on. When the moon broke through the ash-choked clouds, it revealed the truth he already knew: the Vale was no longer a kingdom. It was a ruin, a scar. And he, Maxim Vale, had been crowned king of nothing but silence. Yet silence had its own throne, and it waited for him.

Annoyed by their silence, Monvane lunged at them, attempting to grab one by the neck, but his hands passed through their bodies like air. His eyes widened in shock. He tried again, but the same thing happened. Frustrated and unsettled, King decided to return home to find answers to the strange events happening around him. The protectors followed him but remained outside once he entered his house. King immediately retrieved the ancient books containing the history of the supernatural world, books passed down through Alpha bloodlines for generations. He flipped to the witches section and froze instantly. The image staring back at him looked exactly like Arita.

AURELIAN POV: “What you saw,” he said calmly as the invisible walls around us disappeared completely, “was what this kingdom looked like before they came.” The beautiful city was gone now. There were no glowing towers, no silver lights. Only ruin. It looked like a wasteland. Collapsed structures stretched endlessly beneath a dark sky while dust drifted through broken streets that looked abandoned for centuries. Massive cracks ran through entire buildings. Some parts of the kingdom looked melted. Others looked shattered.

"Vaelor didn't simply fall, you understand. It was vast, before the end—layers of it, districts built beneath districts, some of them sealed away deliberately as the kingdom crumbled, hidden from whatever came looking for what was left. Most were lost entirely. A handful of scholars have spent whole lifetimes chasing rumors that some of them survived intact." "And this is one of them," Eryndor said. "This is one of them," the old man agreed, quiet, reverent. "Untouched. Preserved. I don't know how many people in the world even know a place like this exists." ~~ They picked their way through the ruins slowly, weapons still half-drawn out of habit though nothing moved in the crystal-lit dark e

And opportunities attracted ambitious men. “I’m handling everything from where I am,” I said. “From the shadows. From wherever I need to be.” “That’s not enough anymore.” I looked toward the house. Drisana had moved to the other side of the garden. She was crouched beside a flowerpot, completely unaware of the conversation. “It’s time to start preparing. You need to start the succession training.” I rubbed my jaw. “This is war, Enzo. You know exactly what I meant. I can’t drag innocent people into this mess. Nobody wants me on the seat. I don’t even want myself on the—”

“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.

The others also mounted their stallion and moments later, they were already back on course. Because of her frequenting the towns of Caelum, they easily found their way around and left the Kingdom. What's beyond the borders is where the real danger lies. Right outside of the border are the ruins of the neighboring Kingdom recently destroyed by Kingdom Caelum during King Estefan's reign, Kingdom Vyria. It's now a complete wasteland which made their travel a ton times easier. Although the air was stuffy and the land barren, they still managed to make it past there all fine. Alessia had the entirety of the continent map memorized, so every terrain, every landmark, was familiar to her. Her journe

I asked, remembering the story I was told about the Fae that blessed the Alastians with their kingdom, but I had no idea it was because of war. "Yes, the war of the Fae, to put simply, was a time of grave famine crossing all of the kingdoms across Azara. The humans all came to be healed but soon our magic was wearing out and we have nothing left to give, they took that as selfishness and destroyed our homes and killed many of us. The magic users came to help but they failed as mass hysteria rose throughout our own Kingdom we had no choice but to surrender." As she spoke I could feel the anxiety and depression they must have felt all those centuries ago. "Okay, I understand that but how did t

the world was now overruled by magic. in the early years of 2000 magic had a rupted from the core of the Earth destroying all technology and modern day buildings. the few humans that survived were met by the many magical beings that emerge from the core. and they were forced to bow if not serve the intensity of the magic creatures. as the years passed the magic began to grow order and soon kingdoms were made. The Kingdom of Eden, Kingdom of the Centaurs. The Kingdom of Salazar, Kingdom of the Dragons.