Library Of Ruina Novels & Stories

It's been two weeks and I may say I’m barely living. I removed all of my connection in the Philippines. I need space. I need to forget about everything and heal myself. “You need to eat, bitch,” Cassandra said when she came inside our room. There were only two rooms in the house and the other one was being used by Azaia. She was holding a tray of food with worriedness looming her eyes. Even just the glimpse of it, doesn’t seem to help in stimulating any hunger in me at all.

we followed her, walking up a dark stairway; Rasha and the others glued themselves to me since they did not see anything, "Ammmm... Rengoku, I know I killed your friends. Nevertheless, they will die sooner or later. This place eats souls to function. If I did not send them, it would be one of you. Right now, this asylum is under my control, but who knows what may happen next?" The library was a chaotic place where books were thrown everywhere. The bookshelves had cracks and spiderwebs all around them. I promenaded my eyeballs on the shelves reading the titles. Some were not visible, erased by the passage of time, while the ones that had clear words were not important. Dahlia stayed back watc

The memory mixed with the fear in a way that left me restless and exposed. Theo’s voice dropped. “You’re scared.” “Yes.” “You should be.” He reached back and rested a hand on my knee. “But fear doesn’t change anything between us. You’re still ours.” Noah watched me carefully. “We’re going to handle this. But until we do, you don’t take unnecessary risks. If anyone approaches you — especially Serena — you tell us.” I nodded. They let me out near the library a few minutes later. I spent the rest of the day trying to act normal and failing. By evening my nerves were frayed thin.

The doctor came in to check on me three different times, and Alan still didn't show up. Right before I went to sleep, I glanced at my phone one last time and saw Larissa Fennimore's new post on her social feed. [Every time I get hurt, my knight in shining armor shows up. I'm so lucky!] The picture under it was a shot of Alan putting a bandage on her. Larissa's profile picture was a yellow mango. It was pretty, but it made me sick.

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???!!"

"Sometimes the best nights are the ones that don't go according to plan." CHAPTER 2 Aurora POV "So what did my stupid brother do?" Noxon asked, passing me another glass of chocolate milkshake. Sandy's place was quite great. The place was quite a cozy diner with checkered floors, red vinyl booths, and a jukebox humming softly in the corner. It gave 90's vibe and somehow they serve the best milkshake and apple pie. I'm practically thinking of living here. I've had three glasses already, but somehow the sugar was helping. "Found him fucking Rebecca Stone." I stirred the whipped cream into the shake. "In Mr. Wilson's classroom."

A stack of flat stone slates, and above them, carved in elegant script: RECORD OF THE LOST My heartbeat stutters. This is a library. A hidden, sacred one. A place the Game doesn’t want found. I step forward, and my legs tremble so violently I almost collapse. Each slate has a name carved at the top. Some I don't recognize. One I do. Dax Roran. A chill rips down my spine. I lift the slate, and the stone warms under my touch. Words carve themselves across the surface in shimmering silver.

The library looked like a storm had hit it, but an organized one. Maps all over the table, old notes stacked in corners, Kaelen's scrolls unrolled and held down at the edges with whatever was close, a candlestick, a boot, someone's coffee cup that I was pretty sure was Torin's. Kaelen stood in the middle of it all, pulling down books with this focused energy, like he actually found all this mess calming as long as he made it. "What we know," he said, not looking up from the scroll he was reading. "The ruins are falling apart faster than last time. The corruption spreads underground, through water, through dirt. The residue reacts to Drakenheart blood." He paused. "That's important."

Each small story was a stitch in the fabric of their shared memory, making it harder for Oblivion to tear. After two days of walking, the shimmer on the horizon resolved into a structure, it wasn’t a building in the normal sense, it was a ruin made of pale, white stone, like bleached bone. There were no walls, only a forest of crumbling pillars and arches reaching for the sky; it looked less like a place that had fallen down and more like a place that had never been finished. Or one that was slowly being taken apart. “The Library,” the Remnant said. They walked between the enormous pillars. The air was still and dry, Liora expected to see broken tables and rotted books, but there was nothing

“You are telling your father. Before dawn.” “I’m not,” I said, voice sharp. “If you want to, then go ahead. But I won’t.” Kade’s jaw clenched. “I love you, Rhea. Don’t make me watch you throw yourself into ruin.” Mari slipped her hand into mine, her eyes steady. “Sometimes ruin is exactly what the Goddess wants,” she whispered. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. That night, lying awake in my small room under the eaves, I stared out at the ridge where the chapel sat in the distance. My mark glowed faintly in the moonlight.