Library Of Ruina Novels & Stories

POV: Mira The library felt like it belonged to another world—a sanctuary untouched by the chaos that had engulfed Newhaven. Dust floated lazily through shafts of sunlight filtering in from cracked stained-glass windows, casting fragmented rainbows onto rows of ancient shelves. The air was rich with the scent of aged paper and leather, a comforting contrast to the acrid smoke that haunted the streets outside.

Raven stepped into the library, looking at the mounds and mounds and stacks and shelves of books all around her. She could not remember one time ever seeing a library as boundless as this one. She walked alongside the stacks and started reading the types of books that were included in this library. She found there were books of all the creatures in the land. There were books about caster magic, human magic, the magic animals, the bitten, the history of the bitten and many many many other books. She took an interest in a thick, black, leather book, pulling it off of the shelf she noticed the dust being disturbed as the large book slid off of its place and her hands. Dust in the air as she wal

Roman sneers. One thing I’ve grown to loathe since escaping B-20 -- I have an incredibly vivid imagination. In this field of work, it’s a curse. Every time I see a new video posted on the dark web or get intel on a new enemy—the first thoughts that come to mind are all the depraved, sick things being done to these women and children. My mind tortures me with those images. And later, I’ll be plagued by them, except it’ll be my girl they’re hurting.

While he drew her down with his strong arm, he thrust upwards and sank the final mind-shattering blows until she cried out his name. Delivering the best of himself inside her with his hot, stringy magical concoction, Rafik collapsed to the bed and slid his fingertips up between Tessa’s breasts until his hand surrounded her throat. “You are the divinity herself. There is no doubt in my mind now.” A brief flash of black took over her eyes as she showed him a glimpse of her true form while she hovered over him. She remembered the title her mother had bestowed on her when she was a child throwing one of her fire-starting temper tantrums, and she named her beast in a voice too big to be just hers

Liam exhales slowly, like I’ve just exhausted him. “That’s…a lot of questions,” he says flatly. “For someone like me who doesn’t do much words.” My brows furrow, waiting for his explanation. I actually can’t wait to be out of here. I blame Hannah’s mother. “But I’ll indulge you.” He says, lifting a finger. “First- Xaden has it because only the Dravens have access to the academy's private library.” He lifts another finger. “Second- I can’t get another copy elsewhere because there isn’t another. It was written over a hundred years ago and only one of it exists.”

Her plush slippers were gone from the entryway, and the blanket she used to curl up with on the sofa had been folded into a perfect square, as if it had never been used. A deep frown creased Vittorio’s forehead. He hurried up the stairs and threw open the bedroom door, only to be met with a devastating emptiness. The wardrobe was entirely bare. Her skincare products had vanished from the vanity, and even the dog-eared book she used to read frequently was missing from the nightstand. The entire room was spotless as if she had never existed here at all. Following closely behind, the assistant asked cautiously, “Mr. Vittorio…where is Sylvia?”

"Don't keep the board waiting." I turned on my heel, the hem of my silk swishing against the marble, and headed for the heavy oak doors of the library. I didn't have to look back to know Finn was following me like a man possessed. The moment the doors clicked shut, the silence of the library hit like a physical weight. I didn't turn around. I couldn't. Not until I heard the hitch in his breath. "Rhea," he choked out. "I thought... the car... I saw the explosion."

Vael behind them with Obsidian, the two of them in the specific proximity of people who had a long complicated history and were currently in the process of deciding what came next. Ragnar, Lyra, and Astrid were at the ruins' northern edge where Marina had told them to hold position. She saw Ragnar read the group coming toward him, read Obsidian's presence specifically, and watched his expression do several things in rapid succession before settling into the controlled blankness he used when he was managing a reaction. Lyra looked at Marina and raised her eyebrows once. Marina shook her head slightly. Later. They gathered at the northern edge and Marina laid it out quickly. Obsidian's agreeme

Power. Not the brute strength of the forests I’d grown up in—no. This was quieter. Sharper. Obscura had been built for war, then buried under books and rules to keep it from breaking itself apart. But the magic here? It bled through everything. The wards stitched into the library stairs. The hum of sigils in the rafters. The fact that the very air inside the House held a pulse if you were still enough to feel it. This place wasn’t soft.

The Weight of What Remains There are moments that split your life in two — the before and the after. You don’t always see them coming. Sometimes they’re quiet, slipping in on an ordinary night. Sometimes they arrive with the sound of a door being kicked in and a gun going off. Either way, when the dust settles, you realize the person you were before no longer exists. I’ve lived through more of those moments than I care to count.