Ruination Novels & Stories

"Eat every bit of the pain you’ve caused us! Swallow the betrayal! Swallow the blood!" The violet light between Micah and the Heir began to backfire. Instead of flowing into the construct, the corrupted energy started to explode outward. The Heir’s translucent skin began to bubble and char, the obsidian plates on its shoulders cracking under the pressure of the "Ruin" Rhea was feeding it. POV: The Heir (The Shadow Construct) "The harvest... is poisoned. The Archive... is failing."

My baby would be safe again— we’d never have to suffer hardship. Aaron Moonstone, begin to dig your grave. I will ruin you and enjoy doing it.

he repeated, his voice shallow, deep, dangerous. “You forget I could change my mind,” Mr. White challenged, testing him. It was like pouring water over a duck’s back Riven was not easily moved. “You know me very well, Mr. White. I don’t think twice before destroying someone completely. I make sure. You could lose everything and when I say everything, I mean every single penny. You will have nothing. You’ll end up a poor man begging on the streets with your daughters weak and ruined. I’ll make sure I send them to mental hospitals — especially the mute, cursed one,” he mocked, and Mr. White was cut short.

It was huge, thick and pulsing, and I could feel the heat of it pressing against my backside. Without warning, he grabbed my hips and drove himself inside me in one long, devastating thrust . I screamed, the sound muffled by the table, as he filled me completely. He didn't give me time to adjust. He began to fuck me with a raw, animalistic intensity, his hips slamming against mine with a wet, slapping sound that echoed through the empty house.

There was nothing. He meant every word. Fuck. I’m doomed, aren’t I?

frequency. I looked toward the horizon, where the Spire-Ruins stood like a jagged tooth against the sky. My father’s command ship—the "Vane-Absolute"—was hovering there, its primary cannons rotating as they prepared to fire a final "Sanitization-Pulse" to cover his retreat and erase the evidence of his failure. "We finish this now," I said, my voice booming across the water, amplified by the "Extinction" fire that now lived permanently in my lungs. I felt the "Grit" burning in my throat, a heat that would never go out.

Valentina covered her mouth with both hands, tears falling fast, Luca’s release still leaking down her leg. The kitchen was silent except for the faint sound of Sofia sobbing upstairs. The second betrayal had landed. And this time, it felt even worse than the first. Because they had been so close to healing. And they had thrown it away in one weak, desperate, intense moment. Luca looked at Valentina, eyes filled with pain and regret. “What do we do now?” he whispered. Valentina had no answer. She only knew one thing: The ruin wasn’t over. It had only just begun again.

How could I have looked at Mark and not thought about the beautiful, kind soul waiting for him at home? "I am a terrible person," I said, my head hanging low. "You made a terrible choice," Sarah corrected me. "But you are still a person. You are still suffering." "Why are you being so nice to me?" I asked. "I ruined your life." Sarah smiled a small, sad smile. "Because hurting you won't bring Mark back. And it won't make Liam love me more or love you less. It would just add more darkness to a world that is already too dark."