Road To Ruins Book Novels & Stories

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.

Kael’s hand tightened around the steering wheel, knuckles pale against black leather. “South of the ruins,” he said, voice low, almost drowned beneath the rumble of the engine. “The Blackmere Cavern — near the edge of Frostveil Marsh. And after that, the Ridge of Graves. If the Book of the Damned isn’t at one, it’ll be at the other.” “The Ridge of Graves…” Violet whispered, eyes narrowing. “That’s cursed land.” Kael gave a faint smirk. “So is everything we touch.” The convoy swept past the last inhabited outpost of Ashwood, where faint lights of human life still flickered behind shuttered windows. Beyond this point, the road turned to fog and ruin.

“There’s only one path. You need to travel north, through the Wildthorn Forest. The trees there grow so thick that the sunlight barely reaches the ground. There’s a river to the west of the forest—it’s the only way across the land that leads directly to the Ruins.” Alex’s eyes flickered, her expression tight. “You’ll need to stay off the main trails. The creatures that roam those parts aren’t… friendly. You’ll have to be quiet, stay hidden. And when you reach the Ruins…” She paused, her breath catching. “You’ll know you’re there. The moment you step into the place, you’ll feel it. The air is different, heavy, like the ground itself is watching you.” “You need to keep your guard up,” Ronan ad

Mira rode forward, surveying the route. There was no mention of Dorian's name. The pain of his treachery had been felt by all of us. There was just one more thing to do. We needed answers. We came across ruins along the road. I had no idea what we were looking at at first. The stones were covered in dense vines and were damaged and shattered. It appeared to be nothing more than an abandoned cemetery. But as I moved in closer, I sensed the power. old. old. heavy.

“And paid for it with her life.” The words punched the air from my lungs. “So this is about revenge,” I said hollowly. Ruin stepped closer. “It’s about legacy.” The drive to the docks felt unreal. I sat behind Ruin on his bike, arms wrapped tightly around him, the vibration humming through my bones. The city blurred past us—lights, shadows, danger everywhere. When we stopped, the cathedral loomed ahead, half-ruined, gothic spires cutting into the night sky. Floodlights illuminated the entrance. Black cars lined the street like vultures.

“Maybe we’ll find someone left alive... or whatever’s left of them.” Rafe caught my wrist before I moved too far ahead. “You’re shaking.” I met his gaze, eyes burning like the fire behind me. “Then let me shake while I find out who did this.” And with that, I crossed into the ruin, because I’d already lost one life here, and this time, I was ready to take it back. The deeper we rode into Varrick’s territory, the worse it got. The ground was a graveyard. Burnt trees, overturned vehicles, and the stench of blood so thick it turned the air metallic.

“Open the door. Please. Whatever you’re looking for, we’ll talk about it. Just open the door.” The word made me pause. Please. Armani Rossi didn’t beg. Not for anything. Then, a thought crossed my mind. My birthday. The date slipped from my fingers almost automatically. For one terrifying second, nothing happened. Then, the red light disappeared. A green light blinked. ACCESS GRANTED. A deep mechanical click echoed inside the wall. The bookshelf trembled. Then, inch by inch… it slid aside. A hidden passage revealed itself behind it. My breath caught.

“His father. Yours. Mine. We just get handed the wreckage and told to make sense of it.” “We’re not just handed wreckage,” I said. “We’re handed each other too. That’s the part I keep coming back to lately. Whatever this costs us before it’s finished, I don’t think I would have survived getting this close to the truth without you standing in it with me.”

“The part where someone starts mattering enough to ruin me.” Her breath caught. The rain outside intensified, thunder rumbling somewhere far across the city. Sienna reached for his hand slowly, threading their fingers together. “You’re not ruined.” “You don’t know that yet.” The sadness hidden beneath the joke nearly destroyed her. For the first time since meeting him, Sienna realized Luca wasn’t fearless at all. He was terrified. Terrified of needing someone, of loving someone. Terrified they would eventually leave anyway. Sienna squeezed his hand gently.

And even now, as I stand in the quiet aftermath once again — another husband gone, another chapter ended — I remind myself of one thing: I’ve lost everything before. And I still found a way to rise. And so, before the storm — before heartbreak, loss, and the long road that would shape the rest of my life — there was light. There was laughter echoing down dirt roads, Sunday dinners that stretched late into the night, and the kind of childhood that wrapped around you like a warm blanket. Before the pain, there was peace. Before the scars, there was innocence. This is where my story truly begins.