Rise To Ruins Wiki Novels & Stories

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.

The disposable spare. The discarded omega. They were two sides of the same tarnished coin, both deemed unworthy, both cast aside by the same cruel family, the same brutal pack ideology. Kael had been the prized heir, the perfect Alpha. Caius, his identical reflection, had been deemed a surplus, a threat, a ghost to be erased. She had been the perfect Luna, cherished and paraded, until the moment she wasn’t, and then she too was discarded like trash.

Together, we could face whatever came next. The ruins loomed ahead, a vast, crumbling structure that seemed to stretch endlessly into the darkened sky. It was a place steeped in history, in pain, in power. Varyn’s stronghold had once been a symbol of his dominance, but now it stood as a decaying monument to everything he had sought to control.

“Sir, they are not even awake, and I am not hard” “It does not matter if they are awake or not” I growled as I got up and walked to the bathroom. “As for your other issue, this will help with that. You will be hard for hours” I chuckled as I handed him the pill. I grabbed him a bottle of beer “Now bottoms up bitch” Suddenly my windows started to shatter, Zac and I both threw ourselves on the ground until it stopped. “Fuck” I screamed “Go find out who the fuck that was” I ordered.

When Damien gave the command, Rook pressed the throttle, and the VTOL rose as the stronghold was destroyed in a huge explosion that rocked the mountain. The Fallout "Is it over?" With my voice shaking as we hovered above the ruins, I asked softly. With a pallid face, Kyle looked at the console's data. "The system is not accessible. Anywhere. Right now, it's done. "For now?" Damien reiterated, his voice piercing. Quietly, Kyle said, "It's evolving." Something else could emerge from the ruins of this version, even if we destroy it. We have only postponed the inevitable. Damien grimaced and stared toward the horizon. "Then we’ll be ready," he muttered. "Always."

I breath out. “Anything for Darian.” He says. I slowly push myself on my feet, testing my body. I feel no pain or stiffness. No sign that minutes ago, the cuts and bruises I acquired from trying to escape, and from Liam dragging me across the rocky grounds, were there. Darian gestures for me to follow, and I fall into step beside him as we leave. The corridors of Supraveil stretch endlessly. Stone arches curve overhead, carved with ancient symbols that glow faintly like dying stars. The floors beneath our feet are plain black marble, reflecting our movements in distorted ripples.

His obsession deepened. I walked the line between ruin and surrender. How long before the secrets met? How long before the man I meant to destroy realized the ghost in his bed would be the one to bring his empire down? The game had never been more dangerous or more consuming.

The glass fortress of Vane Global had just cracked wide open. And we were falling through the ruins.

Aria's POV. Every game has its breaking point, and I was about to discover mine. The fallout from Ethan’s public accusation in the board meeting and my eventual meltdown has been nothing short of disastrous. Despite Daniel’s efforts, accusations spread like wildfire. Gossip columns and blogs flooded with horrible, false accusations of me being a gold digging slut and Daniel’s new toy — because apparently, he’s had a rather colorful history with going after what he wanted, regardless of sex — while Ethan that vile bastard, was once again painted as the heartbroken wounded son.