Romans & histoires Ruined 2

Kael POV The ruined vault lay submerged in cold, grey ash. Water trickled down from the shattered girders overhead, dripping onto the broken glass of thirty exploded cloning tanks. Dust settled over the flooded floorboards, turning the green preservative fluid into a dark, murky sludge. I leaned against Lucien’s broad side, my lungs taking in heavy, ragged breaths. The white fire in my veins had calmed down to a steady, quiet throb beneath my skin. My silver-ringed eyes swept over the wreckage, tracking the dark trail of copper fluid leaking from the destroyed central manifold.

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.

of the North were no longer just for survival; they were for the surgical removal of the old world. ​The ruins of Oakhaven were a graveyard of glass and shattered dreams. The Sun-Tower lay like a broken spine across the city’s central plaza, its crystal shards reflecting a sky that was now a permanent, weeping grey. The "Blight-Prime" was thickest here, coiling around the base of the fallen buildings like a shroud of liquid obsidian. ​Rhea and her strike team moved through the ruins with a grim, mechanical efficiency. They didn't use the main roads; they moved through the maintenance tunnels, the "teeth" of the cold stone providing their only protection from the nanite-sludge dripping from t

His words were quiet, but they cut through the morning’s eerie silence and reached me under my tree. “We’ve searched everywhere we can safely reach, Mr. and Mrs. Moreau,” he said, his voice heavy. “The study… it’s one of the worst-hit areas. The collapse was total. There’s no way anyone could have survived in there.” My mother let out a low, broken moan, sinking against my father. “What are you saying?” my father demanded, his voice cracking.

every single thing told them that she had gotten completely RUINED IN LOVE for him. "Please wake up…. Damien….. please," Reid wiped his glossy eyes and then kneeled beside Zia. Placing his palm on her head, he uttered. "He is fine, Zia, but just unconscious," Zia batted her lashes to understand everything. Her hold around Damien tightened like someone was going to take him away from her. "Trust me…..he will wake up and get back to you safe and sound," Reid tried to assure her because he understood her mental health condition. Zia just stared at him.

she mumbled, obviously surprised by my sudden appearance. Tears quickly rolled down my eyes upon seeing her. I weakly leaned my body against her, asking for her support. “He didn’t trust me, enough. I love him yet he ruined our marriage,” I whispered against my sobs and let myself broke down in pain. Yes, he's the one who ruined it. He might have seen me naked with another guy but I know nothing happened. If anything did… he would have known I didn’t want it to happen at all. He really did it intentionally.

His thoughts raced, and he muttered to himself, "If those were the little things, what on earth are the main things?" O'Malley didn’t miss a beat. He turned and pointed to the screen behind him, where a rough, incomplete layout of the ruins came into focus. Danial and the others leaned forward, studying the details closely. A portion of the ruins, notably the sections leading deeper underground, appeared blurred and distorted, almost as if the scan had hit an invisible wall.

“The part where someone starts mattering enough to ruin me.” Her breath caught. The rain outside intensified, thunder rumbling somewhere far across the city. Sienna reached for his hand slowly, threading their fingers together. “You’re not ruined.” “You don’t know that yet.” The sadness hidden beneath the joke nearly destroyed her. For the first time since meeting him, Sienna realized Luca wasn’t fearless at all. He was terrified. Terrified of needing someone, of loving someone. Terrified they would eventually leave anyway. Sienna squeezed his hand gently.

The city wasn’t merely ruined; it was actively reclaiming itself, nature’s relentless tide eroding the remnants of a once-proud civilization. Their first challenge wasn’t a monstrous guardian or a magical trap, but the sheer density of the ruins. Buildings had collapsed into each other, creating a labyrinthine network of passageways and chambers, each one more perilous than the last. The trackers, their eyes keen and their senses sharp, led the way, navigating the treacherous terrain with practiced ease. Ronan, his mind already racing, began to map their progress, his notes scribbled on scraps of parchment, forming a rudimentary map of their journey through this lost world.

he repeated, his voice shallow, deep, dangerous. “You forget I could change my mind,” Mr. White challenged, testing him. It was like pouring water over a duck’s back Riven was not easily moved. “You know me very well, Mr. White. I don’t think twice before destroying someone completely. I make sure. You could lose everything and when I say everything, I mean every single penny. You will have nothing. You’ll end up a poor man begging on the streets with your daughters weak and ruined. I’ll make sure I send them to mental hospitals — especially the mute, cursed one,” he mocked, and Mr. White was cut short.