Kingdom Of Ruin Season 2 Novels & Stories

The air in the driveway was thick and humid, the kind of oppressive heat that made my clothes cling to my skin the second I stepped out of the car. I stood there for a moment, gripping the handle of my suitcase, staring at the house. It had been two years since I’d spent a full summer here, and the place felt different—larger, quieter, and somehow more dangerous.

"No, I mean literally impossible." She pointed toward the ruins. "If an entire kingdom existed here, someone should know about it." Nova looked around. That was exactly the problem. Someone had known. Someone had chosen to hide it. The realization unsettled her. Entire cities didn't simply disappear. Entire kingdoms didn't vanish without explanation. Unless someone worked very hard to make them disappear. The deeper they ventured into the ruins, the stranger things became. The buildings weren't random. They had been deliberately destroyed. Nova noticed it almost immediately.

I barely close the door behind me before pulling out my phone again, my fingers moving faster this time, almost impatient. I open my inbox. The message is still there. WELLINGTON AND NANI ARE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER. YOU’RE PART OF THEIR BIG PLAN FOR REVENGE. ANYONE WHO HAS HIS HEIR DIES. My breath catches in my throat. I read it again. And again. And again. Each time, the meaning sinks deeper and becomes more terrifying. What does this even mean? Revenge against who? And… his heir? My stomach twists painfully. Does that mean…

I threw the stack of cash on his table and that act caused the dealer to look up, his leg crossed on the table in front of him. “Look who we have here,” he said, a smirk forming on his face. I wished to fucking wipe it off his face. “The mighty Zayn Santiago. To what do I owe this pleasant visit?” He asked, trying to pretend he didn't fucking know why I was here and it infuriated the hell out of me. “I want the crystals,” I said plainly, getting straight to the point, not wanting to spend a second more than needed in this goddamn place. “Oh right,” he laughed. Pulling open one of the drawers attached to the table. “We got some new stuff. You'd definitely like this one,” He threw a sealed bag

"Everything that Celestia and the Alliance have told you about this war and why it's happening is a lie." I narrowed my eyes on him, but he just took a breath before looking me square in the eye and continuing. "You saw the people in there. You saw how it's driving them mad, and forcing them to shift into their alter forms. The Beastial Kingdom didn't start this war; Celestia did. They corrupted our king on the day they were supposed to sign a peace treaty. They did something to him that forced his dragon to the surface in a blind rage, instantly voiding the treaty between kingdoms, and therefore restarting the war that we were trying to end. That king came back to the Beastial kingdom after

Even Jayden looked confused at that point. “You've drunk it like this for years.” he said, and I bit my lower lip. “I've changed my preferences,” I muttered. That was the easiest lie I could think of. “I'll get you another cup,” Brielle said calmly. “I don't need another cup. Thank you very much.” She gave me a small nod. I turned to Jayden again. “What else do I need to know?” “That there's one senior executive that has been trying to undermine the family all these years. I'm sure you'll figure out who it is.”

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!

RENZO POV The silence was starting to feel personal. Three days. That’s how long it had been since I woke up in this stupid safehouse, suffocating hell of a mansion, with Bram Hale shadowing my every step like a grim reaper who’d traded his heart and mouth for a fit body.. The man was a robot. Stoic. Controlled. Unshakable. He didn’t talk. Didn’t smile. Barely blinked. He just watched—always watched. Like he was studying me for weaknesses.

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 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.