Rise To Ruins Wiki Novels & Stories

Caitlyn’s POV The Moonborn Ruins were not what I expected. I had imagined crumbling stone walls, vines reclaiming ancient structures, a place long forgotten by time. But what lay before me was something else entirely. The ruins still stood, eerily intact, their stone foundations gleaming under the silver moonlight. The air hummed with power, charged with something ancient and restless, as if the past itself had been preserved here, waiting for someone to unravel its secrets.

The ruins quaked violently as Erythos stirred, his presence distorting the air itself. Though he was not yet fully free, his awakening reshaped the battlefield, the sky darkened to an abyssal void, the earth split into jagged fissures, and unnatural flames erupted where stone once lay undisturbed. A god was rising, and reality itself recoiled at his return.

Her attention shifted as a jagged silhouette rose from the horizon like the ribs of some buried beast, bleached by time and fury and shrouded in the heat-haze of the afternoon sun. Drawing closer, the ruins emerged in their full, crumbling majesty. Massive stone pillars, weathered and cracked, reached toward the heavens like the fingers of a long-dead giant. Some leaned precariously, as if frozen in the act of toppling, while others had collapsed entirely, sprawling across the land like fallen warriors.

Unable to control my body’s reaction, I lurched forward, leaning my left arm up against the wall for support as thick ropes of sticky cum shot out from my dick, a groan spilling free from my mouth as I found completion. It took me a few minutes to recover, to come down from the summit I’d ascended to with only the limited memories I had of Rune, but I knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that I had to have her, no matter the cost. The pressure was creeping its way back in as I toweled off, the lingering effects of my orgasm fading far too quickly as I thought about the incident that’d occurred today. I’d wanted nothing more than to fire the bitch, whom I now knew was named Elisabeth, but I was

On the outside, it looked like nothing serious had happened there, but Claudio looked more shaken than the last time I had seen him. — The woman is crazy – he seemed disturbed – she set her own body on fire. I dragged her out and tried to save my house. — And what is the gravity scale of the house? I asked, sitting down next to him. — The room was completely destroyed – he confessed, with regret – the damage was only not greater because I managed to put out the fire. I looked at the place again, and for a moment I was grateful Aurora wasn’t there to watch her mother’s house get destroyed.

She was rushing straight at me. Bang! The bottle smashed brutally against my head. The sickening crunch of exploding glass erupted in my ears, followed instantly by the hot, sticky sensation of blood trickling down my temple. “Sylvia!” Maggie’s piercing scream tore through the club. I stumbled backward, my vision swimming, only to see Silvia raising another bottle high above my head, her face twisted in pure madness. “Go to hell!” When the second blow came down, the world went completely black. I collapsed into a growing pool of my own blood, my consciousness fading as nothing but chaotic, distant screams echoed in my ears.

MAYA The house was too quiet. It had been six months since the metal of the car crumpled like paper. Six months since the world I built out of lies fell apart in a spray of shattered glass and screaming tires. I was the one who survived. I was the one who woke up from the coma. But sometimes, when I look at the empty space in our bed or the way Liam looks at his phone, I think the wrong person died that night.