Reign And Ruin Novels & Stories

Author’s note: Ruined(Eternal Monarch) contains details of the following subjects: Abuse, loss, trauma, suicide. Recovery from trauma and emotional relapse. If you are easily triggered by any of the following mentioned subjects. Do not read ahead for your mental health. Throughout the novel, there are a lot of strong languages. If you are not comfortable with all the foregoing, please do not enter. This is not a novel for the faint of heart. There are numerous triggers in the book.

“Lost your chance. Could’ve escaped, but you foolishly helped the other woman first. Did any of them stop to help you? Before saving the world, you should know that the world will sacrifice you to save itself. Honestly, I would have been happier if you had escaped alone and quietly. But you… ruined my entire business tonight. No one ever dares to ruin Ruin. But now… I am angry and I haven’t been this angry for a long time. You deserve a special branding, Miss… what was your name again?” “Fuck off!” I cried, yanking wildly at the shackles. “Ok, Miss Fuck off. I am Ruin. Close friends call me Ru and my enemies stay alive just long enough to understand the actual meaning of my name.” He said as

He screamed and howled in agony. It was obvious that he had leveraged on Reign's powers and because all four of us where bound to her it affected us simultaneously. I realized something in that second. If Reign was destroyed, we were destroyed as well. We had essence without her anymore. The goddess never lifted the curse, she just modified it. Shoot!

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…

Then: "What are you doing?" Cassian smirked. Then: "Saving the world." Silence. Then: "Try not to make me repeat myself." Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable honestly. Then the powers merged. Authority. Truth. Resolve. Dominion. Winter. Balance. Ruin. All of it. Together. Then the seal strengthened. Immediately. Golden chains erupted from the sky. Wrapping around the giant arms. Then another chain. Then another. Then another. The horror roared.

I sat on the edge of the guest bed, the silk of my robe cool against my skin, watching the shadows of the mansion stretch like long, grasping fingers across the floor. The door creaked—a low, heavy sound that didn't belong to Jordan’s frantic, apologizing rhythm. Reign stepped into the room. He didn't turn on the lights; he didn't need to. He moved through the darkness with the steady, grounded confidence of a man who owned the shadows. "He’s gone, Ruth," he said, his voice a deep resonance that seemed to vibrate in the very marrow of my bones. "I promise you I’ll get to the bottom of it. I’m going to find out who he’s sacrificing his legacy for."

The ruins were close now, closer than they had ever been. The land began to shift as they walked. The rolling hills flattened into a vast expanse of stone, broken by jagged pillars that jutted toward the sky like the bones of a long-dead beast. The Celestial Ruins loomed in the distance, half-hidden in the fog, an ancient structure bathed in an eerie, silver glow. Rael adjusted his grip on his sword. "So this is it? The place the First King’s writings led us to?" Myrra nodded, her violet eyes scanning the fractured landscape. "It has to be. This place feels… different."

Just for a moment. But then, from the depths of his mind, came another voice. Deep, calm, merciless. “Do you truly think love will save you again?” The sky bled crimson. Soren’s aura flared outward, a tidal wave of energy that shook the air itself. Lucien stepped back, triumphant, his face lit by the godfire unfolding before him. The god within Soren—the Ruin—was awakening, and every heartbeat of his vessel sent tremors through the valley.

“They’re compliant. Loved. Protected. Exactly where we want them. Marriage secures proximity. Proximity secures influence. Influence secures heirs.” My nails bit into the stone. “Once the claim is finalized,” Crescent continued, “Shadowcrest won’t even realize it’s been gutted until they’re begging us to stabilize it.” Stabilize. I smiled without humor. You don’t stabilize an empire. You replace it. I filmed everything. Faces. Voices. Documents sliding across the table with seals I recognized from three different syndicates that had sworn, publicly, to neutrality. Liars. The meeting went on, greasy with certainty. They spoke of contingencies. Of removal. Of “unfortunate accidents” that could

And I stood there, staring at the sister I thought I knew, realizing that what broke me wasn’t just losing my fiancé… it was losing the one person I never thought would hurt me like this. The sound of my mother’s sobs echoed through the house, and Adira’s last whisper trembled through the air… “I never meant to fall in love with him… but I did.” And that was when I realized… this wasn’t the end of something. It was the beginning of ruin. “Did you just say you love him???!!"