Ruination Novels & Stories

Elara’s POV The accusation did not echo in the room, but it might as well have shattered every window in the estate. Ruin’s authorization code, weapon shipments, and Internal sabotage. The three elements collided in my mind, forming a truth that felt impossible and yet dangerously plausible. Ruin stood utterly still, but I knew him well enough now to recognize the shift in his silence. When he grew quiet like that, he was not doubting himself. He was calculating. “That code is biometric,” Ruin said evenly. “It requires my direct authorization.”

At this point, people might have had sympathy for these monsters as none of the bodies were still intact. Slash! "Die! Die! Die!" The lifeless corpse was reduced to a heap of mess when Dior swung her blade at it. Her poisonous attacks were quickly decomposing the corpse. "How dare that bitch talk back to me?" Her eyes gleamed with murderous intent. Having the class "Ruin Knight" had several unintended consequences. Ruin Knights were a destructive class. They crave annihilation, and their emotions are significantly skewed toward anger and resentment. Dior had been a member of a street gang back on Earth, and how unlucky could she have been? She was transferred to this planet the one time she

Defeated. ---

"Even to the point of maddening obsession and ruination?" His mouth set in a hard line. "Even to the point of maddening obsession and ruination."

I asked. I mean every time i talked to her, she had some negative to say about him. The rest of the girls was happy that we could do-parent like adults. But no matter how many good things he did, Kita always said some negative. And that was bothering me. "Shunshine, that man has hurt you more times then I could count. Why would you wanna be around him? I can't stand him. I hate him for you. He ain't gotta be their to spend time with the kids. Send his ass home. I can't see how you do it. You should hate him. He dogged your ass out."

The sound of my ringtone was starting to fucking piss me off. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand just as it stopped ringing. A message notification popped up and I hesitated opening it, but then I did, my expression blank as I read through the message. Dad: Where the hell are you? You’re a fucking disappointment. Do you ever get anything right? Every single time I give you responsibility, you screw it up. You’re still as incompetent as ever. Just useless. A complete failure. I wasn't fazed by his insults. It didn’t even sting anymore. Failure, Incompetent, Useless, Pathetic, Disappointment, name it. There's nothing I've not heard him say.

The disposable spare. The discarded omega. They were two sides of the same tarnished coin, both deemed unworthy, both cast aside by the same cruel family, the same brutal pack ideology. Kael had been the prized heir, the perfect Alpha. Caius, his identical reflection, had been deemed a surplus, a threat, a ghost to be erased. She had been the perfect Luna, cherished and paraded, until the moment she wasn’t, and then she too was discarded like trash.

Jade turned pale. "I know Allen and the Walters have wronged you, but please, leave Allen alone, alright?" "What do you mean? We're in the entertainment industry, and we all rely on our own. How am I targeting him? Are you trying to say that all the slander against me is his doing?" Jade was rendered speechless. I sneered, "He ruined my reputation. Do you think I'd let him off easily? If your nude photos were posted online, would you just let it all be? Don't have double standards. If Allen is really the one behind it all, I won't compromise!"

he demands, his grip tightening. “You, Ivan,” I manage between laughs. “Your grand plans, your delusions of power. You have no idea what’s coming for you.” His face darkens, a storm brewing in his eyes. “You think you can mock me? You have no idea of the power I wield.” But I do. I’ve seen it, the brittle foundation of his empire, destined to crumble under the weight of his hubris. “No, Ivan. It’s you who doesn’t understand. Ruin is coming for you whether you like it or not. And he won’t stop until you’re nothing but a memory.”

Seconds later, I find myself pouring whiskey on a new glass, before swirling the amber liquid, relishing the taste of my impending victory. “Their romance will crumble like ancient ruins, buried beneath layers of well-calculated plannings and well-executed actions. Just that mere thought fills me with a twisted delight.”