Rot & Ruin Movie Novels & Stories

Silver flames burned along the walls without heat, casting eerie light across hundreds of kneeling figures below. Hollows. Thousands of them. Their heads bowed in absolute silence. And at the center of it all. me. No. Her. The first Queen of Ruin sat upon a throne of obsidian, draped in dark armor lined with glowing cracks. A silver crown rested upon her head like it belonged there. Like it had never belonged anywhere else. Her face slowly lifted. And I was staring at myself. Same eyes. Same face. Only colder. Older. Broken in ways I couldn’t understand.

Instead of punishing him, I simply stared into those golden eyes that once made me believe in forever. “Keep saying my name,” I whispered. “Every time you do, I remember exactly why I became the Queen of Ruin.” I pried his fingers off my coat and stood. As I reached the door, my pager buzzed violently. Security breach attempt on the northern residence wing. They’re getting closer. I looked back at Justin one last time. He was watching me with shattered intensity — pain, lust, love, and regret all twisted together. The second plea had failed. But something told me the third one would be far more dangerous.

The third turned to run—*mistake*—as Anna's claws severed his spine at the neck. Harris emptied his revolver into Langley's chest. Silver rounds. The director crumpled, his body convulsing. Rachel backed toward the shattered window, her collar flickering. "You can't kill them all, Jackson. The board is just the beginning." She gestured to the Geneva files. "There are dozens more where these came from." Anna stalked toward her, stepping over corpses. Rachel's hand flew to her collar. "I'll activate every clone in Geneva. I'll—"

“They are framing you.” A cold realization settled over me. If Ruin appeared to be coordinating with the Bratva, every ally would turn against him. The docks would not be a negotiation, they would be an execution. I looked at Ruin. “They are not only targeting me,” I said slowly. “They are dismantling you.” Ruin’s eyes darkened into something terrifyingly focused.“Then tomorrow,” he said quietly, “we do not just survive.” He looked between my father and Axel.“We expose them.”

I notice him frown at something unknown to me. "You good?" Nate asks. He sighs, and I immediately have a clue what has him needing a distraction. "Yeah. it's just, Raven. She's driving me fucking insane." I almost chuckle at my correct guess. Nate is about to ask Aiden something else but he holds off on his question when we get to another door. We all quiet down when we hear voices from the other side. We were currently raiding one of the supposed hideouts that David Cameron and his other dicklicking, trafficker friends, use to hide girls. According to the bug Roman planted in, Charles Klay's phone, this place is supposed to be guarded by the newest B-20 agent.

"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

He was making sure I felt every ounce of the fire I had started. "You think you can just say sorry and have the world go back to normal," Liam continued. "But some things are broken beyond repair. You didn't just break a glass. You ground it into dust. You can't put dust back together." "I will do anything," I whispered into the carpet. "I will leave the house. I will go to a different city. Just don't hate me. Please don't hate me."

I said. "Okay, I gathered that CCTV yesterday, and as for the person who owned the car that crashed into your son, it's none other than Eliot Hunter Hamilton, the person who betrayed you." Straight to the point he said so it was as if heaven and earth fell on me because of what I heard. "How come he's the one who crashed, it can't be, he's the one who killed his own son Damn it!" I said angrily. "He'll pay for it; he already hurt me twice, so I'll make sure he will feel what it's like to lose someone special in his life," I replied emphatically, as my hand clenched in rage.

"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

My chest still heaving, my body still begging and my pride was shattered. He was supposed to fall for my trick. He was supposed to be the one getting overwhelmed. Instead, I was the one who got played very badly. He left me aching and humiliated. This was war. And Dominic Moretti had just fired the first, brutal and fucking unforgettable shot. ---