Ruination Novels & Stories

Edward felt as if air had left his lungs. Stumbling backward, he roughly rubbed his hands over his eyes and then gazed again at the mattress. The stain was still there, dry and red, screaming her innocence which he snatched yesterday. His stomach began to churn into uncomfortable knots, hands beginning to sweat. "Fuck" He cursed in his think accent, brushing his hand through his messed hair. The severity of the sin he committed was beginning to sink in, making indefinite remorse to fill his veins.

He declared with a very loud voice. “How do I mean? What I mean is this; all the senators involved in this dilemma will be hanged to death for being involved in blood-shedding according to article 2.3 of the constitution, for also using the young youths for his benefit according to article 6. 4 of the constitution, finally for misuse of power in the maltreatment of lives and vandalism of the government property at the stations, I hope I made myself clear?“. The Chief judge asked.

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

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.

“You’re like a beautiful ruin dressed in fire and silk, and though I see the cliffs ahead, I follow still, longing for the wreckage you’ll leave me in.” Fuck, why was that so… sexy? I wasn't supposed to be getting wet. I had a goal I had to achieve. He raised his eyes to mine, his dark and clouded with lust. “Because, my love, that’s all that is going to come out of this. Ruin and wreckage. For both of us. Fuck, all of us. We’ll be your damnation and vice versa. You want to know why you should run away? Fine, I’ll tell you.”

\\ Zayne's POV \\ 💕💕💕 "The Emerald Wolf will rise under your watch, Zayne Vale. You will find her, track her, corner her like the predator you were trained to be. But mark my words, boy—she will be your mate. Your fated one. The Goddess has a twisted sense of humor, and she will bind you to the very thing you're meant to destroy. And she will be your doom. The wolf will destroy you first, break you from the inside out, shatter everything you are, before she brings ruin and devastation to the entire world. Love her, and you damn us all to extinction. Kill her, and you damn yourself to a fate worse than death."

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.”

Thorne pressed, "the council rejected this woman three years ago on the grounds that she was unfit to influence pack leadership. Now she's sitting across from you negotiating twenty percent of our territory, and you expect us to believe that's a coincidence?" "I expect you to remember," Kade said, voice going cold in a way that made even Thorne go quiet, "that the council's grounds for rejecting her three years ago were wrong. She wasn't unfit. She was underestimated, by every wolf in this hall, including me. And I have spent three years living with the consequences of that mistake." He turned to address the wider chamber now, not just Thorne, his voice carrying to every corner of the room.