Mha Ruins Novels & Stories

I splashed some cold water on my face from the bathroom before rushing to the front gate intercom. "Let her in," I told the security guard, my voice steadier than I felt. By the time I got back to the house, Mia was wrestling a massive floral suitcase up the driveway. She was a burst of chaotic energy—curly blonde hair piled in a messy bun, oversized sunglasses perched on her head, wearing a bright yellow sundress that screamed summer.

*** After their adventurous yet fun time at Mall, they finally reached the theater. As he was parking the car, a thought suddenly hit Hazel. "Which movie are we watching?" Her genius curiosity was met with silence. "Theo." She nudged him but he showed no reaction. "What are we watching?" "If I tell you now, you will refuse to watch it with me." Plain and simple answer with no sugar coating. "What the-" She controlled her colorful language at his warning glare. "Please tell me it's not one of fifty shades series." Hazel begged, her nose scrunched at the mere thought.

“They pay a ton to have this place cleaned up for just a few hours. Word is, they’ve got a mansion in Southbridge. This is all just for show.” Hearing that, I felt a chill down my spine. Since the Halloways’ main estate was in Southbridge, I rode my bike there. The mansion was enormous, perched halfway up the hill, and guarded by security. Never in a million years would I have dreamed of being in a place like that. As I approached, a guard barked, “Hey! You! Get lost!” I froze. Then, just as I was turning to leave, a motorcycle roared past me. I recognized it instantly. It was worth over 300 thousand dollars, and on it was Xander, who saw me too.

Thunderous applause filled the hall. Grace walked to the center of the hall and looked at me, her eyes shimmering like starlight. After years of being underestimated, the Sutton family had finally risen to the center of Jorvale's elite circle in this life. I inadvertently met her radiant gaze. In my previous life, after I "accidentally" died in a car crash, my soul lingered in the air, tethered by a powerful obsession. That was when I saw the first person who rushed to the scene—Grace.

Moonlight filtered through the trees overhead, casting silver shadows across the ground. Then suddenly— Aria stopped. Her breathing slowed instantly. Kael noticed immediately. “What is it?” She didn’t answer. Because ahead of them, partially hidden between the trees, stood something impossible. Ruins. Ancient stone ruins. Half-buried beneath earth and roots, covered in age and decay, yet unmistakably real. Kael stared in disbelief. “What the hell…” Aria stepped forward slowly. The moment she crossed near the ruins, the energy inside her reacted violently—not painfully, but powerfully, surging through her veins like recognition awakening after centuries of silence.

She was always calm under pressure, but whatever she’d seen had shaken her to the core. “How far?” I asked, keeping my voice low. “Just past the southern ridge,” Mara said without turning. “Near the ruins.” The ruins. They weren’t just old stones, those crumbled walls used to be the heart of our ancestors’ stronghold before the pack splintered. Now, most of us avoided them. Too much blood had been spilled there. Too many curses whispered about the Hollow. When we arrived, the moon had barely begun to rise. Pale light stretched over the fallen stones like bones in the grass. The wind stirred again, soft but sharp, like a blade dragging across the skin.

The kind of hush that wrapped around your bones and reminded you that whatever was coming next was holy. At the bottom, the torchlight fell across carvings that had been older than anything I’d ever seen, even in the ruinous shrines of Bloodpine. Sigils of the four Houses. Cut into the stone. Perfectly preserved. And ahead of us, four stone sarcophagi. One for each House. Caelum went closer first, his brow furrowing. “That’s… that’s Cillian Hawthorne.” A caught breath from Nora. “And Selene Nerezza…”