Ruination Novels & Stories

Mainly because he found out – I don't know how – and has been an asshole about it, using it to threaten me, subtly though. His arm tightens around my waist, pulling me impossibly closer, like he could shield me from the memory itself. “I’m here,” he says. “I’m not letting anything happen to you.” Something inside me cracks. “He ruined me,” I choke out. “I’m trying to move on, Alessio, I swear, but the second I saw his handwriting I… I couldn’t breathe. I felt like I was right back there, trapped, alone, and…he…he…”

“Would you ever look at me like that again.” Marcus had the truth now. The worst of it. “You ruined everything,” I muttered, unsure whether I meant Marcus or myself. “You finally did it. Damian had forgiven me once. I wrapped my arms around myself beneath the water. “Once,” I repeated. “That’s all you get.” My voice dropped. “If he finds out about the blood… he won’t stay.” I exhaled slowly, the cold biting into my skin. “Some truths don’t save you,” I said. “Some of them bury you.”

Vivienne The pain didn’t ease, dull or give me even a second to breathe, instead it kept spreading under my skin like something alive, hot and vicious, tearing through me from the inside out while my body tried and failed to keep up, and for a moment I understood exactly why silver was feared, why it was used the way it was, because this wasn’t just injury, it was destruction, slow and deliberate, meant to break you before you even realized you were losing. But I wasn’t done.

Her cries rang out into the stone walls, but no salvation came. It was the end of something within her. That night, her spirit shattered. No more tears fell, for the well of her sorrow had run dry. The fire that once burned in her dimmed to ash, her heart emptied of all warmth, all humanity. And above it all sat Ravena—cackling like some mad crone, goblet in hand, her laughter ringing like a death knell. She drank deeply as the ruin unfolded before her, delighting in Scarlet’s undoing.

creating a sanitized path for the Architects' ultimate judge. Silas Blackwood stood his ground, his gold-veined wolf form simmering with a intensity that pushed back the white light. He felt the "Primary Rejection" rising in his chest—the memory of the girl he had once called a "Thistle." He saw the "Ugly Truth" of her current state: she was a "Vessel of Compliance," a version of the mate that had been "Optimized" to remove the "Narrative Friction" of his own love.

Very few these days understood the ways of undoing corruption from tainted claws. To the supernatural world, tainted claws were just not done. It was the magical version of biological warfare. Only evil would use this. An evil that had lost all value in life and others. It would work into the wounds and fester. A death from corruption was horrific. A slow rot from the wound boring deep into the body. Painfully slowly and it ate at the person’s mind feeding its false sights and sounds no one else could hear. When the one afflicted was conscious they would scream and thrash. Eventually, tearing at their wounds making them worse or just trying to end the torture by ending their life.

Edward felt as if air had left his lungs. Stumbling backward, he roughly rubbed his hands over his eyes and then gazed again at the mattress. The stain was still there, dry and red, screaming her innocence which he snatched yesterday. His stomach began to churn into uncomfortable knots, hands beginning to sweat. "Fuck" He cursed in his think accent, brushing his hand through his messed hair. The severity of the sin he committed was beginning to sink in, making indefinite remorse to fill his veins.

“Lost your chance. Could’ve escaped, but you foolishly helped the other woman first. Did any of them stop to help you? Before saving the world, you should know that the world will sacrifice you to save itself. Honestly, I would have been happier if you had escaped alone and quietly. But you… ruined my entire business tonight. No one ever dares to ruin Ruin. But now… I am angry and I haven’t been this angry for a long time. You deserve a special branding, Miss… what was your name again?” “Fuck off!” I cried, yanking wildly at the shackles. “Ok, Miss Fuck off. I am Ruin. Close friends call me Ru and my enemies stay alive just long enough to understand the actual meaning of my name.” He said as

“Get your shit together, Ciaran.” I wasn’t a man who was allowed to let himself indulge in such things. I didn’t live in a world where I could keep someone so weak and yet so strong beside me. I already knew that the best thing for us was for our paths to never cross again, and to make sure that we didn’t, I slipped her a drug that would ensure she forgot everything. Come morning, she wouldn’t remember our encounter, wouldn’t remember me killing a man with my bare hands in front of her, and wouldn’t remember that I existed.

“Of course, I don’t know the details, but… as they say, there’s no smoke without fire.” The manipulation had worked. Alex had become increasingly paranoid, noticing every little thing about Iris with suspicion. When he finally confronted her, his anger boiled over. His father’s words about betrayal, distrust, and hidden motives clouded his judgment, making him accuse Iris without giving her a chance to explain.