Ruination Novels & Stories

The name of the foundation was . Ruined or patched.

Author’s note: Ruined(Eternal Monarch) contains details of the following subjects: Abuse, loss, trauma, suicide. Recovery from trauma and emotional relapse. If you are easily triggered by any of the following mentioned subjects. Do not read ahead for your mental health. Throughout the novel, there are a lot of strong languages. If you are not comfortable with all the foregoing, please do not enter. This is not a novel for the faint of heart. There are numerous triggers in the book.

The Demon warned. “Leave… Nerrro… To… Me!” Khron growled. They nodded as the Demon personally handed his weapon back to their master knowing full well that the Ruination will claim his life or had already claimed it. Khorn tore off the pendant that kept him alive tying it around his wrist looking upon the picture of his wife and child one last time before the blood price took him. Aisha and Yuuno never realized but the Ruination is the final effect of the Blood Price that afflicts the Fell Fang Clan. The Blood price gives unyielding power to the afflicted in return for the power given they will lose what makes them a knight and

“Some argue his twin, Darian, rivals him. But Xaden is the one the prophecy speaks of.” My chest caves in. “Prophecy?” “He’s meant to be the future Alpha,” she continues. “But he’s cursed. That’s why Darian carries the title for now.” I was told. Yet, I press on, my fingers curling. “What kind of curse?” “He loses control during the full moon. He goes completely feral and kills without thinking.” She lowers her voice. “The elders say only his true mate can stabilize him.” My breath slows. “Something about the last white wolf that carries the lightning crest.” She adds.

But curiosity had always been my fatal flaw. ‎ ‎My fingers trembled as I approached a shelf, drawn to a black folder with a photograph sticking out. I quickly turned on my flashlight to see a man in an expensive suit shaking hands with another figure whose face was circled in red ink. Notes scrawled in Daniel’s sharp handwriting covered the margins: “offshore accounts, money laundering, eliminate loose ends.” ‎ ‎The blood in my veins turned to ice water. ‎

His obsession deepened. I walked the line between ruin and surrender. How long before the secrets met? How long before the man I meant to destroy realized the ghost in his bed would be the one to bring his empire down? The game had never been more dangerous or more consuming.

Never fixed the actual problem. I was dead. Punishing them changed nothing.

Talk about top-tier professionalism from someone with no physical desires. I pout slightly, genuinely baffled as to why my advances keep getting shut down today. But the sting of rejection doesn't last long. A familiar, incredibly sweet DING! chimes from my Academy-issued smartwatch. A new notification. Instantly, my mood skyrockets. The dark, suffocating weight of my 8.936 Corruption Factor practically vanishes. What cures sorrow? What heals a broken heart? What suppresses eldritch madness? Getting filthy, outrageously rich.

"Boss wants you ruined." South Side steel surged, mind racing escapes, body braced shatterpoint. Warehouse shadows closed, pliers inching, squeeze—cliff of ruin absolute.