Rise To Ruins Wiki Novels & Stories

As I was scrolling I saw a post about one of our friends, Rozz. Hmmm so he's going back. We are not close but we are not that distant either. I guess that's right, troops are like that. Not that I don't like him but there is something really in him. He was creepy when it came to Cassandra, if he acted it was as if he owned her. I told Cassandra that but what can I expect from a woman who has never seen the real world? When I scrolled again I was momentarily stunned to see the unexpected person in my feed.

Only this time I didn't care how Craig found out that I was coming for him. Using the info that I had gathered from the list, I started going after every single alliance Craig had. Finding ways to entice them in cutting their ties to the Dragons, and pledging allegiance to the Scorpions. I burned down his brothels, blew up his sex ring, destroyed his shipments, and raided his warehouses. I left no stone unturned.

Even the pungent stench of decay had crowned the day with a lingering nauseating grace, travelling the skies like an entourage of heavy soot. Buildings were left in ruins. Wailing and screams, chattering metal armours, and the resounding explosions of canons echoed in a flowing stream of rings. The World was in ruin; one would mistake it to be the end of the World. The War between the Ultiar gods: Ekron god of discord and darkness, and Vyorn goddess of Nature, had gone on for centuries. The mid 7000BC to 2000BC, felt the kind caresses of the sword and heavy form of magic.

of the North were no longer just for survival; they were for the surgical removal of the old world. ​The ruins of Oakhaven were a graveyard of glass and shattered dreams. The Sun-Tower lay like a broken spine across the city’s central plaza, its crystal shards reflecting a sky that was now a permanent, weeping grey. The "Blight-Prime" was thickest here, coiling around the base of the fallen buildings like a shroud of liquid obsidian. ​Rhea and her strike team moved through the ruins with a grim, mechanical efficiency. They didn't use the main roads; they moved through the maintenance tunnels, the "teeth" of the cold stone providing their only protection from the nanite-sludge dripping from t

Danielle You would think that Mr. DaVinci was the last person that was going to attack. But he was only the beginning. “I don't think we should be trusting a woman who crashed her car while she was partying.” Another of the executives looked at Liam. Oh, Melanie. The amount of trouble that you have created for me.

For the boys who deserved better than a mother who was falling apart. The elevator doors opened to the lobby. I walked out into the sunlight. And tried to pretend my world wasn't crumbling around me. Again.

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???!!"

Justin Halderman was not just a patient. He was not even just a liability. He was the first real test of how far the Queen Surgeon of Ruin was willing to go. And I had only just begun.

**Chapter 11** **Two Shadows** I woke up sore in places that had nothing to do with sleep. Josh’s cum had dried sticky on my inner thighs. The faint bruises from his fingers still ached on my wrists. But underneath all of that was the sharper, unfinished ache Richard had left behind—the phantom press of his fingers, the low promise that he could ruin me deeper than his son ever would.

I looked toward the open warehouse doors, where daylight spilled across the concrete floor. "Now I find out why a father declared war on his own daughter. And if Raj Varma has another reason..." I thought of Drisana sleeping upstairs, bruised and unaware that the greatest betrayal of her life wore her own surname. "...he'd better pray it's good enough." Without another word, I walked out of the warehouse. This wasn't over. It had only just begun.