Road To Ruins Book Novels & Stories

"The ruin. We have progressed too far to go back now. Kael gave a nod. After that, it's resolved. We head for the wreckage. Remain vigilant and united. As they got closer to the old ruins, the lush woodland gave way to rough terrain, making the walk exhausting. The gathering fell into a spooky silence as the temperature dropped. The ruins themselves towered in front of them, their deteriorating stone constructions half-buried by the forest that was advancing. Zara said, "Remain close," in a voice that was almost audible above a whisper. "We have no idea what we'll discover inside."

Leo announced after the car came to a stop in a bushy, lonely area. "Here where?" I look around. There's nothing in this place but tall grass for days. "Is this the part where you kill me and dump my body?" "Baby, how many times do I have to tell you that if I wanted you dead, you'd be dead already." I'm taken aback and all I can do is roll my eyes and take his outstretched hand in mine. "T-that's somewhat consoling... I guess." We step through a path that wasn't obvious at first, a few steps and we arrive at an abandoned building. It looks like a big old house with numerous floors but weirdly enough there are no windows. The walls are black from a fire that must have destroyed it. Half the

Max amended. After meditating, I was able to direct Max toward where I felt Kairos to be. Eventually, we had to leave the car parked at the side of a dirt road as we started off through a field toward a collection of old ruins. They were crumpled stone structures, part of a wall. Of a castle? I wasn’t sure. Nature had reclaimed most of it, making it indiscernible now. There wasn’t much time for sightseeing anyway, not with the sheer number of vampire corpses littering the ground.

The library looked like a storm had hit it, but an organized one. Maps all over the table, old notes stacked in corners, Kaelen's scrolls unrolled and held down at the edges with whatever was close, a candlestick, a boot, someone's coffee cup that I was pretty sure was Torin's. Kaelen stood in the middle of it all, pulling down books with this focused energy, like he actually found all this mess calming as long as he made it. "What we know," he said, not looking up from the scroll he was reading. "The ruins are falling apart faster than last time. The corruption spreads underground, through water, through dirt. The residue reacts to Drakenheart blood." He paused. "That's important."

Her weak, human legs were her only hope. Fueled by a fresh wave of panic—not just of Kael, but of her own body betraying her—she ran. She burst through a final line of trees and found herself on the edge of something she hadn't seen in hours: a road. A black ribbon of asphalt cutting through the wilderness. It was a sign of civilization, of escape. She didn't hesitate. She scrambled down the small embankment and onto the road, running without looking. She heard it before she saw it—the sudden, terrifying squeal of tires on pavement. She turned, blinded by two brilliant beams of light.

Since then, Liliana was everything to Roman: his world, his heart. Ever since I said 'I do' to Roman, the adopted sister turned into a real-life villain, hell-bent on snuffing me out. The first time, she messed with my armored car. The brakes gave out, and I took a nosedive off a cliff, ending up with a trio of cracked ribs and a lung that felt like it had been stabbed. Roman pulled out all the stops, calling in every favor the Jacksons had to offer, throwing cash at top-notch doctors to yank me back from the Grim Reaper's grip.

“I’ll take it.” Her eyes flashed, and for a brief second, I thought I saw something softer behind the sharp edges. But then she turned and kept on walking, and the distance between us stretched again. The ruins of her old pack appeared in the distance—crumbling walls, overgrown paths, burned houses , the place was raided and destroyed, I felt dread rise in me.The book Aria had spoken of, the key to bringing Kaelen back, was here. And we would get it immediately and get the hell out of here.

This book follows no strict rules. It’s inspired by the idea of a dark world; one built on secrets, power, and truths that were never meant to be uncovered. A world where survival is earned, trust is a liability, and every smile could be hiding something deadly. But this author is a die-hard lover of the romance genre, and you will find that beneath all the brutality, the bloodshed, and the chaos… romance is the backbone of it all. Not the soft kind.

she muttered, taking the flute from my hand and turning it over with a look of profound sadness before she tucked it into her belt. I moved deeper into the ruins of a side room that looked like an apothecary, and I found rows of ceramic jars that had been smashed against the walls, their contents long since washed away by the rain. There was a stack of half-burnt books in the corner, and as I touched one, the pages crumbled into grey flakes, but I could still see the hand-drawn diagrams of stars and flowers that showed a life dedicated to understanding the world rather than conquering it.

I shoved one of my heels into my hand and flung it hard across the opposite side of the lot so it would hit metal and sing, causing the sound to slice through the night and draw the men's attention; I abandoned the other heel without looking back and followed the light that led towards the lot. My feet went numb to the cool cobbles, but I kept on moving faster than fear would let me think. The hidden route spat me out at the private parking lot with rows of hulking machines lined up, and yes, they even had a private patch for cars that smelled faintly of oil and leather. I kept low, whispering past a massive monster truck until a motorcycle in the corner caught my eye, and beside the front t