Rise From The Rubble Novels & Stories

Our primary focus was on establishing the kingdom we were working towards. As I stood at the balcony as l took a quick glance at the horizon and l could hear the distant sounds of hammering and voices filled the air. The rebuilding had begun. Houses were going up on the same ground where fire had swallowed everything. The fields, once nothing but ash, now held rows of crops, tended by hands that had finally returned home. It wasn’t easy. It wasn’t fast. But it was something and every day Moonridge was starting to look less like ruins and more like hope.

“The surviving men are pulling bodies from the lower tunnels.” A silence followed that felt too heavy for the room. The grief from the last fight had not even settled before another loss took its place. I looked down at my hand over my stomach. The baby’s heartbeat had stabilised; Ruin was alive, and Mila was safe for the moment. And yet everything around us was still collapsing. That was what surviving power looked like. Not one clean ending but a long walk through the wreckage. By midday, against every medical order, I insisted on seeing the damage.

THREE WEEKS LATER: Calla washed her body, she was in the bathroom. Her feet were better, she was able to walk now. Calla wrapped a towel around her body and stepped out of the bathroom. She went into the closet and changed into a yellow t-shirt and black skinny jeans. She slowly made her way downstairs. She looked around for Ethan but she wasn't on the ground floor. She went to the basement and found him lifting weights. She looked around, everything was now at its place like it used to be. It felt like nothing had happened there. She hadn't come here since that day. He looked at her and smiled. She smiled back and went to the couch. She sat on the couch and kept staring at him. "I'm hungry.

She suddenly realized she had nowhere to run to, and she had not taken her purse or phone from the room. She could not even book a train to go home now or call her father to come to her rescue. Her boss would definitely give her out if she runs to him, and she had not made any other friends. She wiped the tears off her face with her hand that had gathered enough dirt from the tunnel. Rather than cleaning her face, the dirt smeared on her face, and with the wetness of her tears, her beautiful face became hideous.

I slid into the back seat with graceful confidence, legs crossing smoothly, skirt riding up just enough to tease. The drive through the bustling city felt like crossing into enemy territory. Flashbacks tried to surface again, but I pushed them down with iron will. This was no longer about mourning. This was war. Blackthorn Tower rose before me like a dark obelisk piercing the sky , obsidian glass and steel, a monument to power and dominance. The underground garage was pristine, filled with luxury vehicles. Security scanned me thoroughly at the private executive entrance, their eyes glazing slightly under the influence of my controlled aura.

"The sooner the better. No point giving them time to clean things up." Back at my apartment, I let out a long breath. At last, I could start a new life. Next week, I'd be joining Renaissance Capital. However, the moment I pushed open the door, I froze. The living room was full of people. Serena. Patricia. And my parents. Serena immediately burst into tears, launching into her performance. "Dad, look at him! He doesn't even care about family anymore. Not only did he quit his job out of sheer stubbornness, now he's threatening to sue me."

"If someone crosses your boundaries, don't be afraid to say no. If you stay silent when someone tries something small, they'll keep testing how far they can go until they reach their ultimate goal. In the end, it's always the girl who pays the price. Nobody cares about who the bad guy is. All eyes will be on the victim. Stand tall, and never let them win." One day, after picking up my daughter from school, I saw a new homeless man wandering the streets. It was David. After losing the lawsuit to me, many of his employees resigned, and the company soon went under. His wife, disgusted with him, kicked him out of their home. He had no choice but to join Lisa and Henry under the bridge. As for me

A flicker of struggle crossed Julian’s eyes, but after a moment’s thought, he shook his head. “There’s no such treasure in this world. That’s just a legend.” My father chimed in. “All you have to do now is to recover. Cultivation is not important as long as staying alive.” My last shred of hope was shattered. Hidden beneath the blanket, my hand clenched tightly into a fist, my nails digging into my flesh. “Then… Does that mean I’ll be useless for the rest of my life?” Julian pulled me into a tight embrace, tears streaming down his face.

My fans, and the wider public who realized they had been manipulated, were more than furious. Groups of them gathered and confronted Jack with countless methods of torment. His reputation was destroyed. Debt crushed him. Abuse followed him everywhere he went. He lived like a stray dog—cornered, humiliated, barely holding on—until he couldn’t bear it anymore. He threw himself from the eighteenth floor. He landed face-to-face with Alanna’s wandering spirit. Alanna spat at him in disgust before turning away, wanting to follow me. But by then, I had already let go of everything.

said Vlad again, making Erebus just chuckle in annoyance. "Have you heard that Gray has achieved his resurrection?" said Erebus, making Vlad immediately look at him "I heard about it. I thought it was just unclear news, so it's true," said Vlad making Erebus nod his head. "Yes, it looks like he really has achieved a resurrection which I should fail again but I can't because it is absolutely in his hands but I have another way" Erebus said making Vlad just play with the glass in his hand "He already has a Soulmate but he is a pure human being. It's not difficult to take him," said Erebus, making Vlad look back at him with a flat look.