Ruination Novels & Stories

His gaze swept the room like a blade. “Any candidate, Alpha or Luna, caught cheating, bribing, using forbidden substances, attempting to sabotage the other team, or defying the elders’ instructions will be disqualified.” A murmur broke out again, louder, because everyone had opinions about what counted as sabotage. The elder slammed his staff down once. The sound cracked through the hall like thunder. Silence returned instantly. “Disqualified,” he repeated. “And disgraced.” He let the word disgraced hang there, heavy and humiliating.

“I... I can fix it. I can undo it.” “You can’t undo betrayal.” Adrian stood, rounding the desk slowly, his presence filling the room. He leaned down until his mouth was inches from Marcus’s ear. “But you can live with the knowledge that I own you now.” Marcus trembled. “What... what do you mean?” Adrian straightened, pulling a tablet from the desk. With a flick of his finger, he showed Marcus his entire life, bank accounts drained, assets frozen, reputation obliterated with a single keystroke. His name had already been blacklisted across the industry, flagged for “financial misconduct.” By morning, Marcus Leighton would be radioactive, unemployable.

My reflection caught briefly in a puddle on the ground— pale eyes, dark intent, a face carved from quiet fury and undeniable purpose. They dismissed me. They laughed at me. They humiliated me. Good. Underestimation and scorn were blades I carried well. I straightened, letting the venom inside me settle into something colder. Something steady. Something regal. The Reigns was fractured now— hairline cracks running beneath every loyal pledge. And cracks, when pressed correctly, become fractures. And fractures become ruins. And ruins… Ruins make excellent foundations for new thrones. I slipped deeper into the trees, the Palace shrinking behind me like a dying ember.

He muttered. “Yea And when Kael falls, it will not just be his blood that is brought to the ground. It will be the faith of his pack, the trust in his name. His line will crumble. That is the victory worth taking.” Finally, he understood. Not just to kill Kael, but to ruin him. To strip him of the weight of legacy. I raised my own cup, though I did not drink. “To ruin then.” He lifted his as well. “To ruin.”

The library looked like a storm had hit it, but an organized one. Maps all over the table, old notes stacked in corners, Kaelen's scrolls unrolled and held down at the edges with whatever was close, a candlestick, a boot, someone's coffee cup that I was pretty sure was Torin's. Kaelen stood in the middle of it all, pulling down books with this focused energy, like he actually found all this mess calming as long as he made it. "What we know," he said, not looking up from the scroll he was reading. "The ruins are falling apart faster than last time. The corruption spreads underground, through water, through dirt. The residue reacts to Drakenheart blood." He paused. "That's important."

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If last night he dreamed of Ruin's arrival, it is certain that in the near future, or even today Ruin could appear and immediately look for his target, Karina, Alice, and go to the white galaxy to kill Dave. According to Dave's explanation, Ruin's arrival is the opposite of Sin Rose, if Sin Rose emits the scent of roses, then Ruin will emit a rotten smell from human bodies being tortured in the bottom hell. The smell is pungent and can even block the respiratory tract and cause death. Ruin's arrival was not an ordinary threat, but rather an apocalypse that would sweep the earth. Dal-Byeol's apartment is quiet today, Karina is walking down the hall to the gym because Wednesday is a good day,

Rot, rust, decay, decomposition, corruption. These words mean a lot, in a society where nothing works for the common man, but everything works for the men at the top. A society where the men who make the laws are the first to break them, a society where honesty is so scarce, men tend to rot in their core which in turn leads to the whole society and everything in it rotting, crumbling, decaying, withering, worsening, deteriorating, and descending back to their basic and cruel nature, survival of the fittest. The futile race to get to the top where things work would be so important that they would not mind who gets hurt in the process.

But underneath all of that was the sharper, unfinished ache Richard had left behind—the phantom press of his fingers, the low promise that he could ruin me deeper than his son ever would. I showered longer than necessary, scrubbing until my skin felt raw, as if I could wash both of them off me. It didn’t work. When I looked in the mirror, my lips were still slightly swollen and there was a fresh reddish mark high on the side of my neck that I couldn’t quite hide with my hair. I chose a high-neck sweater anyway.

Love is like a curse. One is selfish but not selfish enough for their lover. Obsession...However is most of the time lethal enough to cross the destruction of the curse. But what if it is the combination of both? What is it called then? Maybe... Ruination. Ragnar sat on the edge of the table and quietly stared at the sleeping form of Sasha. He entered the hall when the afternoon birds were still chirping and the sun was glowing like never before and he remained seated in the same position until the sound of the birds slowly died down and the sun began to replace itself with the moon.