Ruination Novels & Stories

Athena sneers, turning as if to stalk out of the room, “Do what you want, daughter of Hades. The book is already destroyed, and the story will now be forgotten… as it should be.” A grim fairytale best left forgotten. When Proserpina was sure that the goddess was already gone, she allowed the shadows to bring what was left of the book back to her, fingers ghosting over the pages. The story of corruption will now be no more… The book is burned. Athena is right. The book is already beyond saving. And yet–

Lana points to a page on the journal, “Le destructeur de tous et de ses proches, la mort, la guerre et la Pestilence, récolteront la destruction de tous. Le sacrifice de l'humanité sera son champion. Si l'amour et la bonté prévalent, le monde sera sauvé. Si la mort et l'avidité réussissent, la fin sera un nouveau commencement rempli de mort, d'assujettissement et de destruction.” I interpret it out loud, “The destroyer of all and her kin, death, war, and Pestilence, shall reap the destruction of all. Humanity's sacrifice shall be its champion. Should love and goodness prevail, the world will be saved. Should death and greed succeed, the end shall be a new beginning filled with death, subjuga

It always happens whenever I'm scared. "Calm down, Cara, lest you reveal your powers to him," Hana whispers angrily. "If that happens we can kiss this place goodbye because we'll be thrown out as bad bloods." Bad bloods. Otherwise known as the Ruined, or the Cursed. The spoilt apples.

"Oh, you're yelling at me? What exactly do you have that compares to Myra? All these years, she handled everything, and I just had to sign papers. I never had to lift a damn finger!" The two of them tore into each other without holding anything back. But no amount of screaming could fix the company's collapse. Soon after, Alan's company fell apart completely. To cover the financial losses, the court forced them out of the villa Alan and I once lived in together. It had to be auctioned off. And even with their lives falling to pieces, neither of them chose to actually work or rebuild. Instead, to maintain the lifestyle they were used to, they turned to gambling. It didn't take long for them t

"One forged through corruption. Through suffering. Through falling so completely that the fall itself becomes foundation." Through integrated corruption, our Marcus stood perfectly still as the architecture of his entire existence rearranged itself. "You weren't corrupted because you were weak, or unlucky, or chosen at random," Pure Marcus said, each word placed with the precision of someone delivering truth that would reshape everything it touched. "You were corrupted because the treaty *needed* you corrupted. Your fall wasn't failure—it was *function*. Every moment of darkness, every compromise, every violation you absorbed and integrated—it was all necessary. All *designed*."

“I don’t want to become the reason you lose them.” Luca laughed once without humor while staring out toward the rain-dark city. “You really think this is about you.” That stung slightly. “Well considering your aunt called me unsuitable in front of forty people—” “She insulted someone I love.” He turned toward her sharply now. “This isn’t complicated.” Sienna stood too now, frustration finally surfacing beneath the guilt and anxiety twisting together inside her chest. “It is complicated.” “No, it isn’t.” “Yes, it is!” she snapped finally. “Because I’m not worth destroying your family over.”

I bowed my head hoping he would go a little easier on me. He folded his hands, eyes laced with scrutiny. “You’re sorry?” He squinted his eyes in disbelief. “Do you have any idea how much damage you've caused us?” He spat the words out like they were poison, his face turning crimson. Any hope of him going easier on me was thrown out the window. Totally forgotten. “Sorry won't cut it.” He placed a hand on his forehead, trying to smooth out wrinkles. “If you would just let me explai-”

I can not take any chances, who knows, Victor might just come in. I took my clothes off and stared at myself in the bathroom large sized mirror. I totally looked a mess, my green eyes as usual always depicts sadness which I try to cover up and my blonde hair didn't even have its normal shine. And my body, i have marks due to the beatings I usually receive from Victor. I sighed and took my sponge lathering it with soap making sure to scrub every part of my body so as to wash the touch of that monster away from me. Minutes later, i came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. I took off my shower cap and let my blonde wavy hair fall past my shoulders.