Ruined 2 Novels & Stories

The fragment screeched—its body unraveling, limbs stretching like torn smoke, face melting into nothing. And then it vanished. Silence returned. Elira collapsed to her knees, trembling. Ruvan was the first to reach her. “You’re hurt.” “I’ll live,” she whispered, eyes still glowing faintly. Mara helped her to her feet. All around them, the corrupted bodies lay still, the shadows gone. Only the wind stirred now. “It was just a piece of him,” Elira said. “Just a piece…” “And it nearly killed you,” Ruvan growled. “The real thing…”

Drifter nods his head and on the count of three, we pull the iron door until there's a gap big enough for us to squeeze through. "Watch your head," Tristan says as he helps Bailey and me through before climbing through himself. As we enter the other half of the bunker, we look at it. The other half of the bunker is worst than either of us could have imagined. It wasn't just abandoned. It wasn't just ruined. It's beyond gone. As far as we can see, every single building is destroyed. Hardly any of them have roofs anymore and from the looks of it, they're scorched and buried under piles of dirt and rocks. The destroyed buildings aren't even the worst part. The worst part is the bunker's streets

Not happy endings. **************************************************

Emily’s POV With the little magic I had left, I conjured a portal, and Sabine and I stepped through it. We arrived at Kieran’s pack, and the sight before me nearly shattered my heart. The ruins were in complete devastation. Buildings had crumbled, and some were still smoldering from flames long extinguished. Warriors turned on each other in confusion and rage. The sky loomed above us, black as ink, like a dark, eerie quilt smothering all hope.

Valentina covered her mouth with both hands, tears falling fast, Luca’s release still leaking down her leg. The kitchen was silent except for the faint sound of Sofia sobbing upstairs. The second betrayal had landed. And this time, it felt even worse than the first. Because they had been so close to healing. And they had thrown it away in one weak, desperate, intense moment. Luca looked at Valentina, eyes filled with pain and regret. “What do we do now?” he whispered. Valentina had no answer. She only knew one thing: The ruin wasn’t over. It had only just begun again.

The car rolled to a stop, the hum of the engine fading into silence. The transition from movement to stillness was jarring, marking the end of whatever sanctuary the journey had provided. Through the tinted windows, I could see the blurred outlines of other vehicles, sleek and black like ours, their polished surfaces reflecting the golden glow emanating from the mansion. Each one carried someone who could destroy lives with a single command, who navigated this world of shadows and power with the ease of those born to it.

Even though she had been scrounging here for days, the scene remained the same: rusted weaponry, shattered statues, and the remains of a grandeur that had long since lost its significance. The silence and emptiness that occupied the spaces where life had flourished should have become second nature to her by now. However, every day seemed brand-new, and every rubble pile presented a fresh challenge. Zara detested it. despised the memories they evoked, hated the ruins. The reason she was here, however, was to ensure her survival. Broken electronics, lost texts, and food or water scraps that would have meant the difference between life and death were among the items discovered in these ruins.

The Geography of the Ruin The "Dead-Zone" was a "Labyrinth" of skeletal skyscrapers and "Broken" infrastructure. Here, the "Common Ledger" didn't exist; the only currency was "Kinetic" energy and "Functional" supplies. Ethan drove with a "Calculating" focus, his "Strong Frame" absorbing the "Friction" of the cracked asphalt.

Would he stop if he knew I was a virgin? He curled his fingers, hitting a spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. “Yeah? Still basically untouched. Bet no one ever finger-fucked you like this.” He added a third finger, stretching me. The wet sounds were loud and filthy in the quiet room. “Oh my god—” I cried out. “Say it. Say ‘I’m a desperate slut who needs her pussy ruined.’” “I’m—I’m a desperate slut,” I panted, pushing back against his hand. “I need my pussy ruined— please—”

“Three. Two. One—” Harrison didn't just let me drop, he threw his entire weight over me. We slammed into the thick Persian rug together, the wind escaping my lungs in a sharp gasp as his heavy, muscular body completely covered mine. A split second later, the deafening, high-velocity crack of shattered glass echoed through the study. A single, clean hole punched through the double-paned window, showering the mahogany desk in glittering shards. The bullet embedded itself deep into the wood of the doorframe behind us with a sickening, solid thud.