روايات وقصص ضمن Reborn To Ruin Him

“You’re not theirs anymore.” I whispered: “I’m mine.” And with that word, the weapon in his hand burned completely to ashes. The pieces rained to the floor. He fell to his knees. But didn’t surrender. He smiled. “I am reborn.” His voice turned darker, not human. He spoke in tongues older than silver, older than blood. He stood taller and stronger. “Blood remembers. Debt awakens.” I prepared myself, but the splinter in my palm ached. My vision blurred. The tower shook again. We fell to the floor as something cracked open behind us. Chains fell.

The words hung heavily in the air. “Take everything back.” My fingers curled into fists. “The best revenge,” he said slowly, “is becoming the person he never wanted your mother to be. The person only he wanted to be.” His voice lowered. “Bring back your mother’s name.” My chest tightened. “And destroy his.” “Wake the fuck up.” The words hit me like a slap. “It’s time to get revenge on the right person.” His eyes burned into mine. “The one who ruined your life.” The door suddenly opened.

Like a broken rose trying to bloom in frost. Who had done this to her? Who had hurt what belonged to him? A low growl reverberated through his chest. His fangs elongated. His claws extended. Rage clawed up his spine, twisting around the fragile hope blooming in his heart. She had been broken. She had died. He could feel it. The bond didn’t lie. And now she walked again—reborn, perhaps. Resurrected. But not whole. He turned away from the mirror and punched the wall hard enough to crack the stone. Blood trickled from his knuckles. He didn’t care.

“You left me behind to rot in the place you call ruin. And now you wear your scars like proof you’ve earned something. Like you’ve changed. But I was the one who paid.” I staggered back. My knees hit the wet grass again. The pendant at my neck pulsed like a second heartbeat, but it couldn’t drown out the truth trying to claw free from my chest. Kye turned toward me, gently lowering himself until our faces were level. “Don’t listen. This is part of it. Whatever this thing is, it feeds off what it breaks.” But it wasn’t that simple. Because I remembered. The night the world had first shattered — the real beginning of my ruin — I had made a choice. And it wasn’t to fight. It was to run.

“Ezerel.” “Then we’re already too late,” Ivy murmured. Elsewhere – Shadowed Citadel Killian stood before the shattered mirror of Ezerel’s cathedral, his reflection rippling like a living storm. Gone were his warm eyes, the subtle vulnerability that once tethered him to the light. In their place was a merciless fire, cold and precise. He wasn’t just reforged. He was reborn. “The Scourge,” Ezerel said behind him. “The world will soon bow to you. But first… the heir must fall.”

“They leave it behind. Like it means nothing. Like everything they were just… peels away. Gone.” “You’re not making sense,” I whispered. He looked up at me. “A man can be reborn, Selena. A king—can be reborn. But only if the old version dies first.” His fingers twisted the napkin like he was wringing out a throat He took a bite of steak. Bloody. Raw. Chewed slow. “And you,” he said with his mouth full, “you brought evil into my house. You poisoned me my staffs. Now they are after me”

As the jet took off, piercing through the storm clouds on its way toward Scotland, Gabriel finally began to speak. His voice came through the cabin intercom cold, flat, and devoid of any emotion. “Mavric, do you truly believe your father was some kind of hero trying to protect you?” Gabriel began, launching straight into a psychological assault. Julian Thorne created the Rebirth Programme not to save the world. He built it simply because he could never accept the reality of Catherine’s death. He intended to use Liora’s biometric data to implant Catherine’s memories into a new vessel.

They still thought I would eventually return to the obedient daughter and forgiving sister they remembered. They didn't understand that the woman they had abandoned had already died once. And this time, I would survive—even if I had to face the end of the world alone. COUNTDOWN: 57 DAYS

And the way he’s calling Zion dirty, he was far cleaner than him. “I’m going to get to the bottom of this. I’m going to destroy everything they hold dear, and they won’t even know what hit them,” I promise, making him nod in approval. “No one gets to mess with Ruin and live.” “That’s the woman I know.” I stand up, winking at him. “Chaos, baby.”

He stood tall, cloaked in a robe of writhing black, crowned with horns of shattered bone, eyes burning like dying stars. “So many have tried to shape this world in their image,” he said. “Gods. Kings. Saints. They all tried to fix it, to change it. And they failed. Why should my ambition be any different?” “Because you’re not fixing anything,” Sarah said. “You’re just destroying it.” “And what is destruction,” he asked, “if not the first step toward rebirth?” Sarah’s jaw tightened. “Then I’m glad you know you’re going to fail.”