Reign And Ruin 소설 & 이야기

I stood up the chair, scraping the floor with force. “ Her name is Violet, a beautiful but a little stubborn girl, she is the perfect match for you.” Father continued. “ Father, I never said I wanted to remarry, cancel the arrangement, I do not want any alliance with anyone,” I said firmly, fixing my father with a hard gaze. “ You either marry her or Dmitri will and that's final,” Father said. “ Son, I know you're still hurting but it's been two years get over it. You need an heir to take after this empire when you die.” father continued.

"I wanted us to be free! I wanted us to go home!" "This *is* home, Kaima," Selene laughed, a sound like glass grinding on stone. She gestured to the ruins around us. "This is the world the Alphas built with their wars. This is the world the Council built with their greed. This is the world the Aethel-Group built with their logic. I am just the one who has come to rule the wreckage." --- ### The King of the Ruins

I said softly. “Yes.” He said. His eyes moved toward Aurelia’s crib across the room. “And fear spreads faster than loyalty ever does.” I watched his expression carefully and then noticed the grief beneath it; he was not grieving for the man his father was, but for the damage left behind afterwards. “You are not him,” I said quietly. Ruin’s gaze returned to mine. “I know.” Simple words, but months ago he would not have answered that quickly. Back then, guilt and violence defined too much of his identity. He believed survival required becoming dangerous enough to destroy threats before they reached him, but now he understood strength differently: not domination but responsibility, protection,

A partial win. Hard-earned. Incomplete. Real. I looked up at Noah and Theo as the evening settled over campus. Serena had lost a piece of clean cover. Isla had drawn a clearer line. The school had not become kind overnight. Which meant the next danger would not come dressed as ethics. It would come dressed as revenge.

The dining room chandelier cast a glittering, merciless light over the long mahogany table, illuminating every forced smile and meticulously calculated gesture. It was a masterpiece of domestic theater. My stepmom, Sarah, sat at the far end, glowing with the triumphant radiance of a woman whose social ambitions were finally bearing fruit. My dad, Richard, was halfway down the length of the table, laughing heartily at something Leo's aunt had said, entirely oblivious to the fault lines cracking open beneath our feet.

A mixture of spice and sanderwood, an alluring combination. The was tension building like a thick fog. The warning alarms turned into full blown sirens, and a knot tightened in my stomach. A ghost of a smirk graced his features but it didn’t last long and soon he was back to his emotionless mask. “Well Miss Hart let's begin.” He stepped back, circling the desk back to his previous spot and just as if the spell was broken, I could finally breathe again. Reaching for her tablet she pulled up the research schematics for the project. “Dominion mansion has an ambitious remodeling theme but I assume you didn't hire me for aesthetics?” I directed my question at him, fingers typing away on the table

I was baffled and I started to read what was written on the pages that were marked with my picture. There will be a time, centuries away from now. My bloodline will end and my people will be facing demise and an extreme state of adversity. Only then my bravest son will find his mate and continue my legacy. The night of the blood moon that will fall after the series of many lunar eclipses, will be the night when he will claim his mate and rise above the peasants. Humanity will fall apart and new world order will begin.

After thinking for a moment, Reinhart said, “They won't give up so easily. The person who’s under control most likely has a considerable impact on the white tiger royal family. “Pay attention to this matter. The ancient ruin will open tomorrow. You should send some pseudo holy beings over, lest the Beelzebub royal family be disgraced. “But before that, you need to find Regus first. He may know what happened inside.” “Understood!” the great elder quickly responded. Reinhart nodded and disappeared from the spot as if he had never appeared. The great elder frowned, feeling a little uncertain. Was Regus still alive? No one who entered the ancient ruin before could come out alive.

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.

"The last time we spoke, you said you had a plan." The Violet standing before him was not the same woman he knew five years ago. That Violet was gone. This Violet was calculated and dangerous, like an erupting volcano ready to destroy anyone in her path. She was smart, calm, and relentless—a force to be reckoned with. Her every action was driven by one goal: revenge. "She is the plan," Violet said, pointing at the young woman. "Tell me, what’s your name?" Before the woman could respond, Riele interjected, "Her name is—"