Road To Ruins Book Novels & Stories

"They have a job to do. They will be more focused on what they need to be doing rather than looking down in a ditch for people. Now, if Alphas were with them, then I'd worry." Brooke shook her head and they continued their walk north. When the sun peeked just below the cloud cover, they started entering the ruins of civilization. The drain pipe was more of a path than a pipe now from years of decay. The ruins started out as small squares the size of houses with some almost fully intact. As they continued on, the buildings grew taller and packed tighter. The double-tracked monorail ducked down below off to the right, taking its own path and the broken double-decker road broke into many sectio

The city wasn’t merely ruined; it was actively reclaiming itself, nature’s relentless tide eroding the remnants of a once-proud civilization. Their first challenge wasn’t a monstrous guardian or a magical trap, but the sheer density of the ruins. Buildings had collapsed into each other, creating a labyrinthine network of passageways and chambers, each one more perilous than the last. The trackers, their eyes keen and their senses sharp, led the way, navigating the treacherous terrain with practiced ease. Ronan, his mind already racing, began to map their progress, his notes scribbled on scraps of parchment, forming a rudimentary map of their journey through this lost world.

Didn’t think about anything but the way Kellan’s coat slid across my shoulder as we walked out into the pallid morning. Obscura held its breath. The courtyard was a bloodied stone, charred grass where students had fallen, smeared with flames that had seared into brick and wood. Frost had not yet melted from the branches, but ghosts moved between the rubble, brushing their fingers over fallen columns and shattered glass, some trying to rebuild, some just breathing, still breathing. Still there. “We should see,” Kellan said in a low voice, sand and honey, gravel and gold. “Come on. See how bad it is.”

In my view, Rebeca was totally uncultured. — Give me back my notebook – I ordered, with fury written on my face. — I'm sorry, honey – I watched her direct her finger to the “delete” screen, and my breath hitched. I should have made a copy of that file, but for some reason I didn't. My book wasn't saved in the clouds or anywhere other than that notebook. Which was a horrible mistake for a budding writer like me. I doubted and even prayed that Rebeca wouldn't hit that button, but evil reigned in that woman's heart and without any remorse or guilt, she erased my book.

"Is there any chance my father knows about it?" "Unlikely. The entrance was sealed with Daevari magic. Only someone of my blood can open it, and as far as anyone knows, I'm the last of my kind." Eron moved away from the window and sat in the chair across from me, his movements careful and deliberate. "But getting there will be the problem. The ruins are in the Blackthorn Range, high in the mountains. The only path passes within sight of three Crescent Fang outposts." "So we'd have to sneak through territory crawling with my father's soldiers, climb a mountain, break into an ancient vault, and get back out again. All while Aldrich is preparing for war and probably expecting me to try somethin

When we first met, she tried to talk to me countless times but I just ignore her but then i liked her company so we just naturally bonded. Oh God!! Please send an Angel to keep me company, i'm dying of boredom. "You read shakespeare?". I groaned at sound of that voice. Why does it have to be Jacey Carter. "I can tell you are happy to see me". He said sarcastically taking a seat beside me. Oh God!! Out of the Angels available, you just had to send the stupid one. He picked up one of the books. "So Romeo and Juliet huh? Drastic ending".

The ruins welcomed no one. They simply endured. Broken highways stretched across the dead landscape like the ribs of some forgotten beast. Cracked buildings leaned against one another, their broken windows reflecting the last traces of sunset. Steel skeletons of old towers pierced the darkening sky while vines and moss slowly reclaimed the remains of civilization. Sera moved alone. Her boots landed soundlessly across fractured concrete, years of hunter training guiding every step. She stayed away from open streets, choosing rooftops, collapsed walls, and narrow alleyways where shadows concealed her movements.

She blamed the lack of sleep. Their route carried them toward the western quarter of the ruins, where the buildings grew taller and the streets noticeably narrower. Massive bridges of black stone connected rooftops overhead, casting long shadows across the snow below. Wind drifted through the empty passages with a low, mournful whistle, carrying flakes of snow that glittered briefly before settling against weathered walls. Lucien had already disappeared several paces ahead, stopping every few minutes to examine another carving or faded inscription. Rosalie walked beside him with surprising patience, though every so often she would catch the back of his coat before he wandered into another ob

The events of earlier in the day came rushing back too. Marti said nothing throughout the entire ride. She only stole glances and would occasionally pat my hands. I tried offering her a small smile when we parked outside the dorm. Keira rummaged her purse for her key. She found it quickly and clicked open the door. As we pushed it open, the sight that lay before us dropped our jaws. Marti stepped in before I did. I followed closely behind, the door shut behind us. Our room lay in ruins. Rummaged through and ransacked. All our clothes were thrown out the wardrobe, and one of it’s door was hanging off a hinge. Almost every box lay upturned. No corner of the room was unscoured.

“They’re useful for things like... math.” “Math is boring without a little chaos, Ethan. That’s your problem. You want everything to be a perfect 90-degree angle. But the world doesn't work in 90-degree angles. It curves. It breaks. It leans.” Liam leaned forward then, resting his elbows on the table. The space between them vanished. “You’re the structure,” Liam whispered, his voice cutting through the roar of the bar. “And I’m the light. You can build the strongest walls in the world, but without the light, it’s just a tomb.”