My Life In The Ruins Novels & Stories

This wolf was everything the old one wasn’t. I straightened, wiping my tears with the back of my hand, and continued my exploration. The apartment was elegant but showed clear signs of decline , a once-luxurious high-rise unit now carrying the weight of faded glory. The living room had plush cream sofas, a small balcony overlooking the bustling streets of Lagos, and stacks of unpaid bills on a marble coffee table. Seraphina’s surface memories trickled in as I wandered: late nights studying business, quiet determination to restore the Voss name after the family’s fall from grace following “my” death. No close friends. No mate. Just survival.

“Because he was proud of you.” Tears burn behind my eyes. “He said you were stubborn,” Ruin says. “Too smart for your own good. That you survived things that should’ve broken you.” My shoulders shake with the silent sobs I can’t control. “He said you had a wolf that refused to die,” Ruin finishes quietly. “And that if anyone ever tried to cage you again… he’d burn the world down.” A soft, aching sound slips from my throat. I press my fists to my eyes, trying to hold myself together.

Where my mother and Ivanov had stood just seconds ago, there was only a scorched, smoldering debris. Her body was completely gone, burnt to ash in the flash of the explosion. She had taken the monster with her. Ivan reached the gate, dropping to his knees, his hands clawing at the black floor as if he could somehow piece her back together. He sobbed, a violent, chest-heaving sound of a man whose entire universe had just been wiped off the earth. He wept into the dirt, completely broken. I stood there in the center of the ruined warehouse, staring blankly at the smoke clearing into the night sky. I almost couldn't believe it. My mother… was gone.

I had only told one person that secret a long time ago when I was drunk and vulnerable. Ethan was the only person I had told. “That fucking bastard!” I screamed, snatching the first thing I laid hands on and sent it flying at the full length mirror in my room, smashing it to pieces. “Fuck!” I sobbed, upturning my room in a fit for rage until I was spent. My legs gave under me as I wept — hurt and heartbroken beyond words — feeling empty and blissfully numb. My phone buzzed again and I glanced at it to see a message from an unknown number:

She risked a glance at him, but his face was unreadable. She took a shaky breath, the memory of that brief, shining moment of happiness already tainted by the crash that followed. "I was imagining it," she whispered, looking at the empty, sunken nest. "The colors, the lights... building something that was mine. And then I realized. A nest... it's supposed to have things from... from before. Things that make you feel safe." Her voice broke, a raw anguish tearing through. "Bu-but then I... I have nothing," she choked out, the tears she'd fought back now streaming freely down her face. "I have nothing from my past that can make it smell safe. Nothing to make me feel safe."

she mumbled, obviously surprised by my sudden appearance. Tears quickly rolled down my eyes upon seeing her. I weakly leaned my body against her, asking for her support. “He didn’t trust me, enough. I love him yet he ruined our marriage,” I whispered against my sobs and let myself broke down in pain. Yes, he's the one who ruined it. He might have seen me naked with another guy but I know nothing happened. If anything did… he would have known I didn’t want it to happen at all. He really did it intentionally.

my two treasures for a lifetime, i'm ready to strike violence all over again, be the most heartless and worst person that could ever live on earth just to keep them safe. THE END

"Is there any chance my father knows about it?" "Unlikely. The entrance was sealed with Daevari magic. Only someone of my blood can open it, and as far as anyone knows, I'm the last of my kind." Eron moved away from the window and sat in the chair across from me, his movements careful and deliberate. "But getting there will be the problem. The ruins are in the Blackthorn Range, high in the mountains. The only path passes within sight of three Crescent Fang outposts." "So we'd have to sneak through territory crawling with my father's soldiers, climb a mountain, break into an ancient vault, and get back out again. All while Aldrich is preparing for war and probably expecting me to try somethin

Teeth changing. I'm human again. Lying naked on my destroyed living room floor, covered in cuts and bruises and my own blood. Every part of my body hurts. I'm too exhausted to move. Too broken to care that I'm lying in broken glass and scattered books and the ruins of my life. I did this. I destroyed my own flat. Everything I worked for, everything I owned, ruined in one night. The sun's rising. Light streams through my broken window. I need to assess the damage. Need to figure out if this is salvageable.

— It might not be – I diverted my attention outside, to the place where the car passed – there's no feeling in you. — In the end, you will discover that I am not the monster you imagine. I swallowed hard, forming a smirk at what he'd just told me. Gonzalo acted like a tyrant, who believed he had power over the lives of others. I watched people in the streets as the car drove towards the hospital where my mother was admitted, but I couldn't feel happy to be back. My life was no longer the same. Neither does my mind. Luke, son of the Billionaire, playboy and irresponsible, had died when he was forced to get on that plane and go to another state. The Luke who returned to Rio de Janeiro was a ma