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.

I could feel his seed beginning to leak out, a warm, sticky trickle running down my ass and onto the sheets beneath me. Then, without a word, he pulled out. I felt his cum spill out of me, a warm river that soaked into the mattress. He stood up, pulling his sweatpants back up over his hips, and looked down at me. I was a mess. My hair was tangled, my face was tear-streaked, and my body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. I could feel his cum on my thighs, on the sheets, inside me. I was marked. Claimed. Used.

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."

- Slaves saved will retaliate causing severe damage to your Reputation. - Duke and his Nation will avoid contacting you. - 60% of Keep's treasure will be lost. - Keep will be burned down by Hallerus Army. "Fuck!....< BAMM!! >…". "HUH!!..< PPSSHHUPPP!! >..URGHH!!....".

I smoothed the ruined blanket over the bed like a bored maid on her last shift, feathers drifting everywhere and i stared at the corpses with a grin “Wrong target ” I whispered, voice filled with venom and dark satisfaction, though I could already feel the weakness creeping in, muscles trembling, body screaming that it had been way too long since I’d painted the walls red. I gave myself a second to breathe, cracked my neck, and glanced at the carnage again with a half-crazed grin. Of course, because my luck is cursed, I heard more footsteps pounding down the corridor. I groaned, low and dramatic, rolled my eyes at the bloody fork, and dived back into the shadows after grabbing it

I could hear his anguished cries from my end. "Nancy, I'm begging you! Please save me. For old times' sake, please just save me!" he wailed. My expression remained unchanged. "Shaun, my hand is ruined. I can no longer hold a scalpel. You're the one who left me there for an entire afternoon. Have you forgotten about that?" There was dead silence on the other end. After a long pause, he abruptly hung up. He never expected that he would ultimately reap what he sowed in the most tragic way possible. If he was lucky, he might have three months. With proper care, he could live over a year with the kind of cancer that he had.

Violet POV “ Stupid irish brut” I hissed walking to the closet to pick up my clothes for the night. “ I’m going to pay you back for humiliating me and making your stupid guards touch my skin, you arrogant, stupid, toxic dumb head” I screamed at the empty room, throwing a hanger across the room. I caught my reflection in the mirror and stopped dead, I have never looked this horrific, my hair was a mess and clothes were ruined stained with whatever disgusting filth on that warehouse floor.