Novel & Cerita Road To Ruins Book

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???!!"

Images flashed in her mind—flickering lights, jagged landscapes, and an overwhelming sense of urgency. “There’s another fracture,” she said, her voice steady despite the whirlwind of sensations. “But it’s... different. It’s not forming. It’s already there, waiting.” Crane leaned forward, his expression tense. “Do you know where?” Emma opened her eyes, the glow of the key reflected in their depths. “The ruins. Near the eastern ridge.” Vivienne’s smirk faded, replaced by a frown. “The ruins? That place is a labyrinth. If the force is setting a trap, that’s exactly where it would do it.”

If there was any place to figure out what had happened to them, it was there. And more than that, she had questions of her own. A Warning on the Wind They moved quickly, navigating through the overgrown ruins that stretched beyond the sanctum’s collapse. The road was barely a path, lined with jagged stone and twisted branches, the air thick with the scent of damp earth. Lena walked beside Cassian, her fingers twitching at her sides. Do you feel it? She didn’t have to say the words aloud. The look Cassian gave her was enough.

THE RUIN IN RED Arrival at Flameruin The valley lay in ruin, blackened by centuries of fire and forgotten gods. Hills rimmed the basin like the jagged teeth of some long-dead creature, and the air hung heavy with soot and old magic. The wind didn’t howl here—it whispered. Distant, haunted. Ceres rode at the front of the company, flanked by Xavier, Maera, and a handful of trusted guards. As they entered the charred remains of what was once a stronghold, the silence pressed down like a weight.

Tharos said the moment our eyes met. “ I think now is the time I face my destiny and embrace it and the first step is going to The Ruins and seek answers from whoever that is there,” I said and I saw Tharros flicker for a moment. “You can't go alone Emily we are going with you. The Ruins are filled with lingering spirits of the forgotten and it is said they are dangerous, so take us with you” he added and I watched everyone follow in the supposd direction of the ruins.

At the end of this road, she drew a large city and a castle in the middle. She wrote down three words beside that city: The Grace Ruin. “The Grace Ruin?” Aurora looked closely at her hand-drawn map, “Is it the rogue’s headquarter? Where the Rogue King lives?” Veronica nodded. She pointed at that winding road to the North and then wrote down Only Way next to it. Damien and Aurora exchanged a look of apprehension. “No wonder those fled rogues were all gathered by the Great Canyon,” Aurora said in a low voice. “Because that is their only way back to their homeland, the Grace Ruin.”

After a beat, quieter, “Not in the way they think.” The marks in her palms pulsed hotter, like they’d heard him and agreed. Kaela pushed to her feet, moving toward the table. Her shadow swallowed the map, covering the neat ink lines and tidy borders. “We start where they think no one dares go. The ruins in the north.” Lira froze mid-step. “That’s dead land.” Kaela turned to her. “Not dead. Buried. There’s a difference.” Ronan’s mouth shifted—almost a smile, but not quite. It was enough to make her chest tighten.

Secrets in the Ruins The quiet was the first thing I did. Not the soft hush of the forest, but the kind that pushed into your bones, heavy and unnatural. My breath came short as the half-brother led me deeper into the ruins, crumbling stone walls, broken columns, moss twisting over the ground like veins. “This place feels… alive,” I whispered, shaking even though the air was warm. He glanced at me, a half-smile that carried too much sadness. “It should. Once, it was more than stone. It was where we dreamed of a future.”

CHAPTER 30 – GHOSTS OF THE HIGHWAY The alley was chaos incarnate. Rain poured like a relentless drumbeat, washing blood, mud, and ash into the cracks of the pavement. The ledger lay scattered, pages fluttering in the wind like wounded birds. Smoke curled from shattered streetlights, and every shadow seemed alive, moving, waiting. I stood amidst it all, chest heaving, soaked to the bone, knuckles raw from fighting. And Luca… he was gone.

"Oh, you're yelling at me? What exactly do you have that compares to Myra? All these years, she handled everything, and I just had to sign papers. I never had to lift a damn finger!" The two of them tore into each other without holding anything back. But no amount of screaming could fix the company's collapse. Soon after, Alan's company fell apart completely. To cover the financial losses, the court forced them out of the villa Alan and I once lived in together. It had to be auctioned off. And even with their lives falling to pieces, neither of them chose to actually work or rebuild. Instead, to maintain the lifestyle they were used to, they turned to gambling. It didn't take long for them t