Road To Ruins Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

He pulled out of the parking lot, tires kicking up gravel. And I realized I'd just made a terrible mistake. Because now I was trapped in a car with Damien Cross's brother. And something told me this ride was going to be a lot more complicated than just getting home.

“Even at full speed, it’s a three-day drive through the ruins. We have less than one.” ​“Then we don’t drive,” Leo said, his gold eyes fixed on the Prime Node glowing softly in the center of the spire's ruins. “We use the Veins of the world.”

Some girls waved and flashed their tits at me to try to get my attention but I didn't look their way twice. I was in no fucking mood tonight and the last thing I wanted was some crazy fucking bimbo clinging to me. The night breeze hit my skin as I stepped out from the building, pulling out a cigarette stick and lighting it, taking a large drag from it and puffing out the smoke. It seemed to calm me down a bit. “Still game for the race with the Locardis tomorrow night?” Rowan asked. “Midnight?” I asked, verifying the time while taking another drag of smoke.

I had intended to break her, to firmly remind her who exactly she married but the moment she stood over Gerald, cold and completely unbothered about the pooling blood, something stupid snapped inside me, she looked so damn good playing the boss. And then this bitch broke my nose, I touched the bridge of my nose, wincing slightly as a fresh throb of pain shot through my face. I pulled over at the secure yard a few blocks away from the warehouse, stepping into the cool night air, I washed the blood from my face and stripped out my ruined shirt, staring into the cracked mirror of the locker room, I looked deep into my own eyes. Rowan Moretti had officially declared war, he had shot my brother,

And somewhere far ahead— deep within the darkness— something answered. A light. Tiny. Distant. Faint. But unmistakably real. The entire crew froze. The light flickered once. Then again. Not Mira's lantern. Not the Wayfinder. Something else. Something farther down the forgotten road. The darkness held its breath. The travelers stood together at the bow. Watching. Waiting. Hoping. And for the first time in centuries— the road to Lumora answered back. End of Book One ✨ To Be Continued in Book Two: The City Beyond the Broken Road

"You're doing this just to get me back, aren't you? That's not going to happen, but I'm still willing to give you a chance. Let's have dinner tonight, and you let Lydia join the audition." I chuckled at this. "What makes you think I'm doing this to get your attention?" "Then why are you making such a big deal out of this? It won't work—" "Shut up!" I could not hold back my anger, not anymore. "Your resources are worthless without me, Allen. You should take a good look at yourself! "Let me remind you: your girlfriend isn't as innocent as you think!" I was trying to warn him so the Walters would not go bankrupt, but he took it the wrong way and shouted, "You're disgusting, Rosie!"

Mike spoke up, his voice low but commanding. Dorian met his gaze, unflinching. “What you’re facing isn’t just some rogue force of nature. The shadow isn’t just a creature—it’s a manifestation of something much older, something tied to the very foundation of this world. The ruins you’ve found are not just a place; they are a key.” I felt a chill crawl down my spine. The ruins were more than just a forgotten temple or ancient site; they were a gateway. “A key to what?” I asked, my words barely above a whisper, knowing the answer might be worse than anything I could imagine.

I roared at the driver and he picked up speed. A thick black fume filled the air as we drove into the street that we had just left a few hours ago. I stared in horror as the base house came into view. It was in ruins, only a few bricks were still intact. "Stop!" I yelled at the driver and tumbled out of the car as he decelerated. I took to my heels and right behind me was Alex. I tore into the ruins and nothing was in sight. "Lucita!" I yelled repeatedly and ran through the ashes like a mad man.

"We’ll go back. To the vault." Cara blinked. "What?" "It started there. It will end there. Or I will." --- The walk back through the woods felt longer than it ever had. The path shifted behind them, trails vanishing where there had been clearings, roots curling into words they couldn’t read. Time slipped strange here. Birds didn’t sing. Wind didn’t blow. Only the echo of water, somewhere deep beneath their feet. When they reached the ridge, the sky above the ruins had turned the color of old bruises—deep purple streaked with rust.

I can feel my hands shaking as I pushed the door opened. And right there, there was Ellaine and Daevon together. Coincidentally, his eyes roamed to look at me and immediately distanced himself from his girl. “H-Honey,” he called out. Slowly, a bitter smile crept in to my face, “For the second time, you ruined me,” I mumbled and quickly turned away from them and ran. I quickly headed towards the elevator down to ground floor to fetch my car. Tears started rolling down my cheeks despite me wiping them over and over. I pulled my car door opened and closed it. For one last time, I looked at the building before starting the engine.