Reign And Ruin Novels & Stories

My muscles lock, the throbbing pain fading as I watch his finger dance over the trigger. “You’re wrong.” he looks at me. “Let’s say you did destroy all the rings, X. Let’s say you accomplished what you’ve set out to do. Do you honestly believe, for one second, it’ll stay that way? Ha! The second the dust settles, evil will already be rebuilding their empire, this time stronger and better than before.” he stares at me as if I'm delusional. “You'll never get rid of evil. Never.”

If last night he dreamed of Ruin's arrival, it is certain that in the near future, or even today Ruin could appear and immediately look for his target, Karina, Alice, and go to the white galaxy to kill Dave. According to Dave's explanation, Ruin's arrival is the opposite of Sin Rose, if Sin Rose emits the scent of roses, then Ruin will emit a rotten smell from human bodies being tortured in the bottom hell. The smell is pungent and can even block the respiratory tract and cause death. Ruin's arrival was not an ordinary threat, but rather an apocalypse that would sweep the earth. Dal-Byeol's apartment is quiet today, Karina is walking down the hall to the gym because Wednesday is a good day,

“You presume too much. This Coven has survived a thousand years without you, and it will survive a thousand more. You are nothing but a fracture - an infection of disobedience. Without order, there is only ruin. And the Hollow Crown will bring ruin.” Layla tilted her head, her calm voice threading through the chamber with a weight that was somehow heavier than any shout. “Do you not see? The ruin you fear has already taken root. It seeps from your decrees, your obsession with control. The people grow weary of your reign.”

Books, papers, and furniture followed in a chaotic storm, the mansion that had once symbolized power and control now nothing more than a chamber for his fury. Victor’s chest heaved, eyes wild, face flushed with rage, his body trembling. Every ounce of control he had once wielded had dissolved into this single, furious moment. And in the silence that followed, punctuated only by the distant crackle of broken glass and overturned furniture, Victor realized, without the dynasty, without Robert, without the leverage, the world was finally slipping out of his grasp. And Killian… Killian had the upper hand. Victor sank to the floor, breathing hard, eyes locked on the screen where Killian and Ivy a

That was the closest thing to comfort that I had felt in a long time, and I wanted to bask in it. As I sank my head into the velvet seat, I ran my head through the new things I had learned. I was alive. My name was Melanie Carter. I lost my daughter, Ellie. My husband was the murderer. And I was out for revenge.

My reflection caught briefly in a puddle on the ground— pale eyes, dark intent, a face carved from quiet fury and undeniable purpose. They dismissed me. They laughed at me. They humiliated me. Good. Underestimation and scorn were blades I carried well. I straightened, letting the venom inside me settle into something colder. Something steady. Something regal. The Reigns was fractured now— hairline cracks running beneath every loyal pledge. And cracks, when pressed correctly, become fractures. And fractures become ruins. And ruins… Ruins make excellent foundations for new thrones. I slipped deeper into the trees, the Palace shrinking behind me like a dying ember.

"Never have." "Why do you care?" I snapped, anger finally breaking through my grief. "Shouldn't you be terrorizing freshmen or whatever it is you do?" He laughed, the sound rich and dangerous. "Now that's more like it. Better angry than broken, sweetheart." He straightened, his impressive height casting a shadow over me. "And I'm more interested in terrorizing those who deserve it." Everyone knew the twins' rivalry ran deep. Noxon's rejection of the Alpha title had created a rift that grew wider each year. While Nathan played politics, Noxon built his own following, wolves who shared his vision of breaking away from traditional pack structures.

Dora continued. I sighed. "Lets hope he doesn't do anything stupid". The class door opened again and our History teacher, Mr. Stephen stepped in. "Good morning class". He said as he dropped his briefcase on the desk. "Good day, Mr. Stephen". The class replied enthusiastically That's it. Mr Stephen is in for it. He sat on the chair and brought out his books. Weird, nothing happened. He rested on the chair and he immediately fell down flat as the chair broke.

His voice carried over the chaos. “The Council has ruled through fear for generations.” He looked toward Magnus. “They destroyed bloodlines.” Then he looked at Kael. “They created leaders who served their own fathers.” Finally, his eyes found mine. “And they broke people who refused to kneel.” I clenched my fists. “Riven, stop.” He smiled. “No.” The fortress shook again. Warriors poured through the outer gates. The old order was collapsing around us. Riven raised his weapon. “The old world ends tonight.” And then the gates of Moonfall exploded.

I barely close the door behind me before pulling out my phone again, my fingers moving faster this time, almost impatient. I open my inbox. The message is still there. WELLINGTON AND NANI ARE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER. YOU’RE PART OF THEIR BIG PLAN FOR REVENGE. ANYONE WHO HAS HIS HEIR DIES. My breath catches in my throat. I read it again. And again. And again. Each time, the meaning sinks deeper and becomes more terrifying. What does this even mean? Revenge against who? And… his heir? My stomach twists painfully. Does that mean…