Reborn To Ruin Him Novels & Stories

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.”

"I. will not. break." A harsh laugh issued from him, low and sinister. He could sense the darkness spreading through him fully now, tethering him to a sinful compact. It was as if a shadow had been laid across his own soul, drawing him further into the depths. "I will rise from the ashes of my own ruin," he spat, as the final vestiges of the man he once was were stripped away. "And the Citadel will burn. They who abducted my daughter will go up in flames with it."

My breath hitched. That voice. Alexander. The camera shifted, revealing him seated in a dimly lit room, his face shadowed, but unmistakable. “You’ll have questions. You deserve them. But first you have to survive long enough to hear the answers. Rebirth was never just a project. It was a contingency. A way to cheat death. And we weren’t supposed to be part of it.” Static again. Kara lowered her voice. “That’s all we could recover. The rest was corrupted.”

The image of a small, silent Mateo, internalizing a trauma that would define his entire life, was heartbreaking after those words hit me. “It really isn't easy growing up without a mom.... So I… understand what you mean." I swallowed hard and turned my full attention back to him. "So wait… you're basically saying..." The realisation finally dawned on me with cold, brutal clarity. "...he's not just looking for her. He's out for…, revenge?”

She looked at the papers for a long moment, her expression unreadable. One year ago, this had been the beginning of the end. Now— She closed the folder gently, fingers steady. “This time,” she said softly to the empty room, “I won’t ruin myself.” Her gaze lifted, sharp and resolute. The past had handed her a second life. And she intended to use it.

“A goddess of ruin, worshipped by those who would see creation burn.” Nyra’s heart clenched. “I know that sign,” she replied, voice low. “It’s hers... my sister’s.” Behind the Covenant’s front lines strode a figure wrapped in tattered silks, crowned with horns of black iron. Her eyes glowed molten gold. She moved with predatory grace: Selene Blackthorn, reborn as Mother of Ruin. Guards scattered before her as though she commanded the very earth. Caelum put a hand on Nyra’s arm. “She leads them,” he said, exhale hitching. “Your twin… the one you thought lost.”

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.”

“Tear me. Rewrite me. Let me ascend.” The sky rumbled. The earth groaned. And somewhere deep beneath the mountains, the Hollow opened one eye. Because Fiona wasn’t the only one reborn in grief. She had risen from sorrow but I would rise from ruin. And when I did? Not even gods would be safe.

The silk soaked up most of the stain, and what was left was a dim mark, blending into the fabric—hardly noticeable without direct lighting. I sighed in relief, grateful to the stranger—but I refused to be distracted. I made my way back to the gala. They took my legacy, my life, and worst of all, the life of my unborn baby. It would take more than a spilled drink to deter me from executing my revenge. I stepped back into the hall with my head held high. My re-entry was less grand than my initial appearance, but I was unfazed as I scanned the room for signs of Walter. Finally, my eyes settled on him—surrounded by other CEOs, already deep in discussion with my father.

My SAT score was over 1500, yet I never received an acceptance letter from Lintdon University. Instead, I was admitted to a vocational college. Meanwhile, Megan Foster, the school beauty who had scored just one point below me, was accepted into Lintdon. I remembered that she'd been sitting right beside me when the school had us set the passwords for our college applications. I couldn't help but suspect that she'd stolen my password and changed my college preferences. I reported the matter to the police, but they uncovered solid evidence that proved she hadn't done it. The entire internet accused me of staging the whole thing to gain fame and make money by livestreaming product sales.