Kingdom Of Ruin Novels & Stories

We have already suffered a great loss, anymore and this home will seize to exist. It seems the plan I’ve been working on, simple bones without concreate structure will need to be taken into effect. “Evacuate the Kingdom.” I spoke aloud and through the mind-link. “Yes, King Lazarus.” Their voices echoed in unison as they sprung to action. The Golden Kingdom was no longer safe. It seems Bjorn goal was to destroy me and everything I’ve built. What he doesn’t know is that the crown will never die, even if I do. Because I’m replaceable.

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.

And I stood there, staring at the sister I thought I knew, realizing that what broke me wasn’t just losing my fiancé… it was losing the one person I never thought would hurt me like this. The sound of my mother’s sobs echoed through the house, and Adira’s last whisper trembled through the air… “I never meant to fall in love with him… but I did.” And that was when I realized… this wasn’t the end of something. It was the beginning of ruin. “Did you just say you love him???!!"

“Then tell me how, Amara. Tell me what’s left when everything we are is built on lies.” She met his gaze. “We burn it all. And rebuild it from the ashes.” Later that night, she found herself on the rooftop again — the city lights below glimmering like dying stars. The wind carried the sound of waves, the faint bells from the harbor, the heartbeat of a kingdom holding itself together by will alone. A figure stepped out of the dark behind her. “Queen of Ruin,” a voice whispered. Feminine. Cold. Familiar. Amara turned sharply — her hand already on her gun.

“Now that you know that, I suggest that you leave this village alone.” The red mask Finder laughed. “Why should I leave when you are not dead, Warrior Kien! The Alpha King of the Azure Kingdom already gave his orders to have you killed and this island burned to the ground.” Azure Kingdom? I thought about where I had heard the name, and I remembered the history lesson my mother had taught me. The Katula Continent was home to werewolves under the rule of four different Alpha Kings. The king of the North, the Azure Kingdom; the king of the South, the Katula Kingdom; the king of the West, Salvador Kingdom; and finally, the king of the East, the Kingdom of Ferulon. All four kingdoms made up the c

Your future is your own. Kara’s mind became a battlefield. One part of her, the Omega part that had been so long beaten into submission, drank in his promise like a dying woman finding water. It preened under the warmth of his voice, instinctively recognizing the calm, immense power of a true Alpha King. Safe, it whispered to her, a feeling she hadn't known in years. He is a King. He feels like a mountain. He will protect us. But the rest of her, the part that had survived Kael's long, slow betrayal, screamed in protest. It's a lie! it shrieked from behind the walls she’d built around her heart. A beautiful, well-crafted lie!

Alberto helps me mount a gentle chestnut mare, his hands lingering a little too long on my waist. We ride side by side along the trails, the morning sun warm on my face. For a while, it almost feels… normal. Almost peaceful. Alberto talks about business, about upcoming events, about how proud he is to have me on his arm. I nod when I’m supposed to, laugh softly at his jokes, play the role I’ve been forced into. But my mind keeps drifting back to the Romano brothers. To Valiente’s reckless hunger. To Rafè’s cold control.

This is the only chance for Alexius to atone for his past sins. “The Sigmund Kingdom's destruction ….” Ariana subconsciously muttered as she recalled her previous life again. After Prince Emilio ascended the throne, the Sigmund Kingdom did continue to experience a significant decline. The young king appointed corrupt nobles as royal officials, and did not hesitate to kill anyone who tried to oppose his authority. Her territory was destroyed because Emilio handed over Alison's territory to another noble. Hunger is everywhere, while crime is rampant. Ariana knew the maids had taken away all her possessions because they were no longer being paid by Emilio. With such a future, there really was n

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.

"Is there any chance my father knows about it?" "Unlikely. The entrance was sealed with Daevari magic. Only someone of my blood can open it, and as far as anyone knows, I'm the last of my kind." Eron moved away from the window and sat in the chair across from me, his movements careful and deliberate. "But getting there will be the problem. The ruins are in the Blackthorn Range, high in the mountains. The only path passes within sight of three Crescent Fang outposts." "So we'd have to sneak through territory crawling with my father's soldiers, climb a mountain, break into an ancient vault, and get back out again. All while Aldrich is preparing for war and probably expecting me to try somethin