Ruination Novels & Stories

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees “Now listen carefully.Monique believes she has leverage. She thinks those files can scare you into silence. What she doesn’t realize is that by sending them,she just committed a bigger crime.” I frowned.”How?. “Blackmail.Forgery.identity manipulation. Digital impersonation, And that voice note? He gave a short laugh, “ whoever did that didn’t do a good job at all, no real editor makes it that obvious.” I sighed feeling a little relieved. “So what do we do?”

When he called himself Rowan Hayes, when he spoke of my father and my arranged bride, it struck me: This man is Chaos, Hatred, and Ruin all in one. He wanted to destroy me. And in that moment, watching the sedative hiss toward my face, a shameful thought surfaced: Maybe I want to feel something. Something other than the silence. I let the darkness take me, yielding to the ruin he promised. I had nothing left to lose. Let him ruin me. I long to see what kind of darkness he intends to bring to my already wrecked life. CHAPTER 1 ~~MATTEO~~ I glanced around the restaurant, taking in every detail. The balloons were glued to the ceiling, the letter balloons spelling out “Happy Anniversary,” and th

I go to the table. The page is dense, old handwriting in two languages, English and something older that I recognize as a Creole variant from my archive research. The English portion is a full clinical description of a working called The Lover's Ruin, which I have read about in Beatrice Ashworth's journals but which has never been as specific as what is written here. I read. The curse activates upon inheritance of the Sterling fortune. This I knew. The compulsion layer drives the heir to sabotage genuine love through pride, cruelty, and self-destruction. This I knew.

No way to clean this up in time. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK."

I push it down , through my hands, into the building, into the screaming city bedrock. The effect is immediate. Vile. A wave of blight radiates out from our building. Not fire. Not ice. Decay . Pavement cracks, blackening like rotten teeth. Parked cars rust into orange dust in seconds. The nearest Pyre Cultist’s summoned flame gutters and dies, replaced by a creeping, grey mold that races up his robes. The frozen golem doesn't shatter. It crumbles , collapsing into a pile of lifeless, brittle sand. A wave of putrid, earthy stench rolls over us. The street below… dies. Plants wither. Metal corrodes. A localized scar of utter desolation.

She leans in her seat, sighing. “Which is why I will keep it as a last resort,” I add. “If the plague is impossible to defeat with any other means, then I will try. There’s no harm in trying, yes?” I smile a little, but my two advisors meaningfully exchange glances from opposite sides. “As a matter of fact, there is.” My smile was washed from my face. With a solemnly quiet voice, Priscilla reveals, “Purification is the act of cleansing the damned. If you fail… the damned will corrupt you. Once you’re corrupted, in your state, you can either become a plague like him or suffer in the Underworld.”

he said that made my world stop for a moment. No. He'll ruin me for the third time.