Library Of Ruina Novels & Stories

“Sorry you have to face bullies. You will survive by keeping your head low but sharp and very vigilant. Raising your head high without backbone won't end well.” Riana stares at me. A beat too long. Sadness flashes in her eyes as she suddenly pulls me close for a hug. “I could literally hear the saddness in your voice. Sorry you had to go through so much.” “Ah,” she pulls away in a sudden. “I just remembered something. I saw a hidden book about red wolves. It is full of mythology and facts about you.” My eyes widen. “Where is it?” Raina takes me to her room. It's my first time entering. Mine and her room has no differences. Only that papers, files, and books are almost at every corner. There

The white void shattered. Suddenly, Anna was standing in a cathedral-like structure that defied the laws of geometry. Shelves of obsidian and bone rose into a sky of swirling ink, filled with millions of scrolls, jars of memories, and weeping books. It was the Great Library of the Sunder,the repository of everything the McKinnley line had ever taken or lost.

Because deep down, Leora knew she could be just as ruthless. She just hadn’t been given the chance yet. Later that night, long after the war council had dispersed and the halls of the Voss estate fell silent, Leora wandered into the library. Her mind was too loud for sleep. She traced the spines of the books with her fingers, trying to anchor herself. But Viviana’s name kept repeating like a curse. She pulled out a photo album from one of the lower shelves—a relic from a time when the world still made sense. The pages crackled slightly as she flipped through them.

--- Far away, beyond the mountains, in lands still buried in frost and silence, a figure opened an ancient book inked with star-blood. The final page turned. A name glowed at its center: Aria Vale. Beneath it, one word: Balance. And next to it, something new flickered into being: Ruin. The page turned black. The wind howled.

I only kept the Alpha and Luna’s quarters and t,hen I had everything else demolished and t,he library was built. This is my floor, my solitude. I make my way to the library first, I don't know why but I feel something pulling me there. I open thr huthedouble doors and i,t still hits me, how rand this room is, it's; it'slly the envy of all the packs, this; thisry had every single book on the supernatural, ever; everyyou can think off isofre, we even have grimoires that were thought to be lost.

The librarian said as he approached the library with books in his hands. “Thank you!” Rune said as he walked into the library with an expression of shock written all over his face. “What are you doing?” He asked Akira who was buried knee deep in books while surrounding herself with more books like a fence around here. “Reading, is that a crime now or are you going to try to take away my books?” She snapped. “Relax…” Rune Said, “I am not your enemy you hear me?” “Well you should have thought about that before you took away my coffee.” She responded.

ALIYA “I am bold. I am brave. I am in control,” I recited my morning affirmations three times while staring at the mirror and trying to calm my racing nerves. A knock sounded on my door before it creaked open. “Are you ready, Lia?” Maya asked as she stood by the door, trying to fix the pleat of her skirt. “Mhmm,” I hummed, taking in a deep breath. I brushed my hair one last time, adjusting its waves and taking a final look at my appearance.

With the man I thought I would spend forever with. Our children. A peaceful life. Funny how life can destroy every plan so completely that you start questioning every choice you’ve ever made. I glance upward too. The sky is beginning to turn gold, welcoming the sunrise. I have lived through the longest night of my life. My fingers slip from his arm and I stare numbly at the blood staining my hands. “You caught me, Dahlia.” He looks at me again before covering my trembling hand with his larger one. “I swear you did.”

Not entirely. The main system still held. Still stable. Still present. But the fracture— expanded. Just enough. Just wide enough— to show something beyond it. Not a room. Not a feed. Not data. Something abstract. Shifting. Layered. Fragments of logic, code, memory—intertwined in ways that didn’t quite make sense. Elena’s breath caught. “That’s…” She didn’t finish. Because she didn’t have the word for it. Adrian did.

The castle itself seemed to hush in their wake, as though it understood what they carried. The library welcomed them like an old friend—black ebony shelves stretching into shadow, violet flames drifting between aisles, the air thick with the scent of aged leather and grave-dust. Victoria led Raven straight to the restricted section: shelves warded with blood-runes that parted only for royal touch. She pressed her palm to the obsidian lock. The wards shimmered, then faded. They stepped inside.