Novel & Cerita Ruin And Rising

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???!!"

He carried a large bouquet of roses and looked at me with a mix of regret and longing. "I was blind, Rosie. It felt like I was living in a dream before. Now that I've woken up, I realize I can't live without you." The set fell silent as everyone turned to watch. Allen had no shame declaring this in front of so many people. I felt thankful for having eaten lightly that morning; at least I had not thrown up yet. Allen continued his self-absorbed speech, "Can you give me another chance? Let's start over. We were engaged after all—"

The disposable spare. The discarded omega. They were two sides of the same tarnished coin, both deemed unworthy, both cast aside by the same cruel family, the same brutal pack ideology. Kael had been the prized heir, the perfect Alpha. Caius, his identical reflection, had been deemed a surplus, a threat, a ghost to be erased. She had been the perfect Luna, cherished and paraded, until the moment she wasn’t, and then she too was discarded like trash.

Then— Crash. The sound of fists meeting flesh. Furniture toppling. A grunt. A curse. I flinched. The noise was brutal and raw, along with the unmistakable rhythm of violence. My heels scraped against the gravel as I stumbled backward, and my heart continued to hammer so hard it blurred my thoughts. The sounds from inside grew louder—another crash, a choked cry, the shattering of glass. The night wind howled through the broken stillness, carrying his voice as Mateo’s words replayed in my head, over and over. “I can’t let you leave just yet, Riya…”

His obsession deepened. I walked the line between ruin and surrender. How long before the secrets met? How long before the man I meant to destroy realized the ghost in his bed would be the one to bring his empire down? The game had never been more dangerous or more consuming.

Gray and cold and indifferent to our pain. But inside this crumbling apartment, three people who'd lost everything were planning the impossible. We were going to bring down an empire. Or die trying. And maybe just maybe find some redemption in the process.

Two competing sources of power. The vault had to choose. Red energy pulsed between Arlene and Jasmina. Building. Growing. The chamber shook harder. Large cracks appeared in the walls. "It's collapsing!" Meredith shouted. "We have minutes at most!" Jasmina couldn't let go. The vault's power held her in place. Arlene couldn't let go either. Trapped by her own magic. They were locked together. Two women fighting for the same weapon. And above them, the ancient stone began to fall.

I walked to my wardrobe searching for the right clothes to wear. I decided on black undies then Green long sleeved shirt, black leggings and black low cut vans. I always make sure to wear long sleeved shirts so as to cover my bruises. I faced my bedside mirror, i glanced at my face contemplating on whether to put on makeup or not. Nah!! I look okay like this. I just brushed my wavy blonde hair so it tumbles past my shoulders. I put a little blush on my cheeks and smiled in the mirror. My green long sleeved shirt matching with my forest green eyes. I smiled again, at least let me be happy for once.

“But a vow made in ruin? That endures.” Together they began the walk back through the sleeping city. The night smelled of stone dust and the faint sweetness of newly sprouting weeds, life daring to reclaim broken ground. Zara glanced back once at the moonlit dais. For the first time since the war, the ruins looked less like scars and more like a beginning. Maxim followed her gaze, his expression thoughtful. “This place will rise again,” he said. “It already has,” she replied. “In us.” They moved on, their joined shadows stretching long across the fractured street, two figures carrying the quiet power of a promise that no crown could grant and no beast could break.

“That is fine.” Ruin stepped closer, his hand brushing lightly against mine. “She will live in what comes from it,” he said. I nodded. “That is enough.” We stood there together, the club around us, not as a force ready for conflict but as something steady, something connected, stronger than before. Not because of what we could destroy, but because of what we had chosen to build. I looked at Ruin. “It is really over,” I said. He held my gaze. “Yes.” No hesitation, no doubt, just truth.